Lin Zhao stood up slowly and checked his injuries. His fist was injured by the shock. The opponent was a martial artist in the blood-activating realm, and his fist was obviously harder. Moreover, Zhao Jin's punch just now was so strong and fierce that it was already stronger than before.
He is completely different, just like he has passed through Nirvana, he has already been reborn.
"You wanted the sword behind me before."
Lin Zhaodao: "So you have changed your mind now. Not only do you want swords, but you also want to kill people?"
"So what?"
Zhao Jin raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Do you think I can't kill you?"
"maybe."
Lin Zhao untied the pheasant and hare from his waist one by one and put them aside. He turned around and opened a farmer's three-fist stance, and said calmly: "I just want to confirm whether you really want to kill me. Since you want to kill me,
If I say so, then I can feel free to kill you, and even if I do, I will have a clear conscience."
"nonsense!"
Zhao Jin was a little angry: "Before you kill someone, you have to reason and figure out why you are killing someone? You are like a bitch, but someone like you can actually become a martial artist. It is really a shame to the martial arts in the world!"
As he spoke, Zhao Jin pulled the fist of the Tiger Fist, and blood flowed all over his body, and his true energy overflowed. Wisps of fist intention condensed into fists and flowed throughout the body. This is an important characteristic of the martial arts in the blood-activating realm.
It's a huge difference to be a martial artist at the same level.
…
"Give me—die!"
Zhao Jin jumped up, like a tiger pouncing on food, and a fierce punch fell from the sky, hitting Lin Zhao's head hard. However, Lin Zhao was well prepared this time, and his body sank, and his whole body was rooted to the ground.
He hit the ground, and then all the fist energy in his body surged upwards. All the power was concentrated on his right fist, making this punch have the potential to open the ceiling.
There was a dull loud noise, and it was also a dry land pulling onion pose. This time, the fist was full of energy, and he actually fought evenly with Zhao Jin, who was a second-level martial artist. Lin Zhao stomped back a few steps, and his right fist was injured, and it was already a piece of cake.
The flesh and blood were blurred, and Zhao Jin was not having a good time either. Lin Zhao's upper punch made his arms numb, and the blood in his body was already slightly disordered.
A first-level martial artist can actually punch a second-level martial artist?
This was something Zhao Jin couldn't bear, so he felt even more humiliated. This thin, monkey-like young man in front of him had never even looked at him in the backstreets. Why should he? He, Lin Zhao, was considered a stranger in front of the Zhao family.
What is it? If you don’t kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, then what qualifications do you have to be on an equal footing with Zhao Jin?
He hates, hates the clear eyes of Lin Zhao in front of him, hates why he can be taken care of by his neighbors overtly and covertly at such a young age. Everyone says that Lin Zhao is sensible, but when everyone mentions him, Zhao Jin laughs.
Without saying a word.
Why?
Zhao Jin's heart was full of unwillingness and resentment. Today, only one of him and Lin Zhao could go back alive!
Zhao Jin twisted his body, punched again, and lunged forward. His eyes were like lightning, and his whole body was filled with the vital energy of the blood-activating realm. The moment the punch landed in the air, the fist formed was so heavy that the entire grassland bowed its head.
All the blades of grass bow their heads, why don’t you, Lin Zhao!?
…
Unfortunately, Lin Zhao took half a step back with his right leg and once again opened the farmer's three-punch frame. Looking at Zhao Jin's powerful punch from the air, Lin Zhao no longer had any worries in his heart at this moment. The world's martial arts masters have practiced a breath of true energy.
, and people also need one breath to live. Since the other party wants to kill you, why don't you fight, just because the other party has a high level, just stand and wait for death!?
This is not Lin Zhao's style. He not only has to fight, but also finds ways to win!
There was a loud thunder-like sound, and Zhao Jin's punch shattered the ground. However, Lin Zhao twisted his body and escaped from the opponent's heavy punch like a loach. When Zhao Jin turned around, he was hit directly in the face.
With one punch, in front of his eyes, Lin Zhao used a fist stance that he had never seen before, and there seemed to be wisps of strong wind surrounding him.
Farmer's three punches, horse wind and Qiang style!
It was the first time that Lin Zhao used this style to fight against someone, and his opponent was Zhao Jin, who was in a higher level than himself. However, once the formation of the Horse Wind and Qiang style was in operation, Lin Zhao's mind was like a mirror. The principle of this style is to face the opponent in battle.
, have no fear in your heart, if the powerful enemy is fast, you must be faster, punch like a fierce horse in the formation, a sail in the wind, one punch after another, continuously, releasing all your punching intention.
"you……"
Zhao Jin roared and punched Lin Zhao suddenly in the face.
But the punch still missed. Lin Zhao moved like the wind and appeared behind him in an instant. His second punch hit Zhao Jin's lower back in the form of a horse wind pole, followed by three consecutive punches.
They landed on the opponent's chest, waist, and head respectively. The force of each punch was stronger than the previous one, like a strong wind and rain.
"You bastard!"
After Zhao Jin was punched three times in a row, his nose and face were already bruised and swollen, but he still refused to admit defeat. He bent his body, pulled out a defensive boxing frame, and growled: "I'll break my Rock Style if you have the guts.
I really want to see how you, a first-level martial artist, can break through the defensive boxing techniques of a second-level martial artist!"
Lin Zhao didn't say a word, but his body shape kept changing, like a strong wind sweeping over the enemy. He kept punching from all directions, one punch hitting the opponent's stable fist, shaking his hands so hard that they seemed to burst.
He was dead, and his flesh and blood were a blur.
But Lin Zhao refused to admit defeat and punched in one go!
It doesn't matter if your fists are disabled, but if you lose, you will die here today.
…
All around, the fists were raging, and the bushes were shattered and blown away. Lin Zhao's figure did not stop at all. Fist marks fell on the fists around Zhao Jin, leaving traces of blood, but even so.
, the young Lin Zhao was still unwilling to stop, as if he wanted to exhaust all the energy in his body in one breath.
After hundreds of punches in a row, the strength of the Jinma Fengqiang style's punches increased significantly, and it was no less powerful than the punches of a second-level martial artist.
At this moment, Zhao Jin spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, and finally reached the limit. All the fists and fists in his body collapsed, and at the moment when the fists collapsed, his face became honest and rude.
Lin Zhao was hit with one punch, followed by two, and then three, punches to the flesh, so that Zhao Jin didn't even have a chance to cry for his father and mother.
Finally, after a heavy punch, Lin Zhao had reached his limit. After knocking Zhao Jin away with one punch, he fell to the ground, as if all his strength had been exhausted.
But, things are not over yet.
Lin Zhao stood up tremblingly, picked up his hatchet from the ground, and walked towards Zhao Jin step by step.
"you……"
Zhao Jin lay on his back next to a huge rock, watching Lin Zhao approaching step by step, but he could not move, so he gritted his teeth and roared: "Lin Zhao, do you really dare to kill me!? If you kill me, our Zhao
My family will not let you go, my father...my father, and my master will not let you go!"
"Don't worry, I won't kill you."
Lin Zhao stepped forward step by step, with a calm look on his face, and said: "Shuai Chu has already made it clear in the town that we, the descendants of the Chen Dynasty, must not kill each other, so I won't kill you, but... I won't do it again either.
Let you become an obstacle to my survival."
"Then you...then what are you going to do!?"
"nothing."
Lin Zhao stepped hard on Zhao Jin's chest, and then the knife fell. With a "chi" sound, one of Zhao Jin's right arms flew out, and he screamed in pain.
"Stop barking."
Lin Zhao looked at him indifferently and said: "I attracted wild beasts. If the wild beast eats you, I can't blame you. Today I only broke your arm, but if you still want to kill me in the future, I won't care about Chu Shuai."
The order was issued.”
With that said, Lin Zhao sat next to Zhao Jin, drinking water and eating big cakes by himself. It was not until half an hour later that his physical strength and Qi had recovered a little, then he took up his bow and arrow, tied on the pheasant and rabbit, and tied the pheasant and rabbit on his back.
The wild boar was carried on his shoulders and walked away, leaving Zhao Jin behind.
The sky was about to fall. Zhao Jin looked at the sky, feeling pain and fear. He had to grit his teeth, tear off a piece of his clothes, bandage the wound, and then staggered down the mountain. If he didn't go, he would really feed the beast.
.
…
Lin Zhao was limping on the mountain road. He was also having a hard time. The strength of a first-level martial artist could not support such a violent fist style as the Zhenma Fengqiang style, but he could really defeat it with one breath and one breath of true energy.
Now, he will have to face the sequelae. At this moment, he is swaying while carrying the wild boar, and there are many hidden injuries in his body. If it were not for his desire for wild boar, he might not be able to survive.
Late at night, Lin Zhao finally returned to the town. After limping away and leaving the wild boars and prey at home, a scholar appeared in front of the door. It was Qin Suihan, the owner of the bookstore.
"Boss Qin, it's so late..." the young man said.
"Um."
Qin Suihan looked at his miserable appearance and said, "The injury is very serious. I'm afraid there will be sequelae. Go to Dr. Zhang's medicine shop and let him take a look at it for you."
"Well, thank you very much."
Qin Suihan left, Lin Zhao limped, took the 500 copper coins left by Chu Huaixi, walked through the back streets, and came to a drug store on the front street. This was the only drug store in the whole town. The owner of the drug store was
The only doctor in the town.
"Yo?"
Zhang Langzhong was eating melon seeds. When he saw Lin Zhao coming, he immediately stood up and said, "Are you fighting with someone?"
"Um……"
Lin Zhao nodded: "Come here and take a look, it hurts a little..."
Zhang Langzhong inspected it and said with a smile: "The bones are about to crack. It doesn't hurt. I'll grab some medicine and apply it on you. Don't leave any roots of the disease. Also, Lin Zhao, have you started to officially
You’re already practicing boxing. If you want to practice boxing, you’ll be injured more. Buy some healing medicine and go home. You don’t have to come to me every day to get a prescription.”
"oh……"
Lin Zhao cautiously asked: "How much is it?"
"The diagnosis plus the wound medicine are five hundred coppers in total." Zhang Langzhong narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Just right, the money you kicked in my arms is exactly this amount."
Lin Zhao was horrified, this doctor didn't seem to be a good person, but as he said, martial arts training all over the world requires a lot of healing medicine to recover physical injuries. This money has to be spent even if it is not spent, so he is still reluctant to part with it.
He took out five hundred copper coins, and at this moment, he was suddenly penniless.
…
Return home, apply medicine, and go to bed groaning.
Lin Zhao didn't dare to sleep. The boars, hares, and pheasants outside had to be dealt with, otherwise they would stink after one night. However, he still squinted his eyes. After he squinted his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, something seemed to happen in his dream.
A fiery red unicorn appeared, carrying him and galloping through the mountains. After passing the mountains, the lakes were like walking on the ground.
"ah?!"
When he opened his eyes, he felt that a sea of hot Qi was rushing through his blood, like a fire unicorn. At the same time, the unicorn fire mark on his arm began to fade!
Could it be that the burning energy in the body is the power of the Qilin Fire Seal?
The old magic stick who came to the house when he was five years old said that the Qilin Fire Seal brings good fortune and misfortune.