Bailu Lake is the boundary between the human world and the demon world.
In the early morning, fish belly white appeared in the east.
A group of people appeared in Bailu Lake, walked along the winding mountain road and headed straight to Bailu Lake. It was Lin Zhao, Huang Tingyu, Zhu Zhi and others.
Yu Wanning looked very capable in a short shirt, and her delicate face was extremely beautiful. It was extremely rare for a female martial artist to have such an appearance. Chu Yu on the side was wearing soft armor, and her curvy figure was Completely outlined, looking at Bailu Lake, her pretty face is full of solemnity. In terms of appearance, she is not much inferior to Yu Wan Ning.
Chen Ben was wearing a coarse shirt and carrying heavy luggage behind him. He even carried two military pots on his back, one for soup and one for cooking. There was no other way. A martial artist would wear out a lot of physical damage while practicing boxing, so he had to keep up with the food. Yes, Lin Zhao considered it well enough to let him take the blame.
A lot of people have gathered at Bailu Lake.
There are warriors from the human race world, there are also warriors from the demon race world, and even some spiritual practitioners come to join in the fun.
Lin Zhao and his party stepped straight into the depths of Bailu Lake. Along the way, many human warriors did not know Lin Zhao and others, but when they saw such people, big and small, and even sword cultivators accompanying them, they clasped their fists and saluted one by one. When traveling in the world, it is always good to have one more friend.
Bailu Lake, in the ruins of Boxing Saint Zhong Bailu, although the human race and the demon race have made a three-part agreement, everyone still knows the nature of the demon race. In the five battles in the snowy Tianchi, the demon race broke its promise. Now, It is not impossible to visit Bailu Lake again.
Lin Zhao and everyone returned the greetings one by one, until they reached the middle of the north and south of Bailu Lake. Looking further ahead, they saw mostly demon warriors, most of whom were in the middle five realms.
There is no way. It is self-inflicted to come to the Zhong Bailu ruins in the Lower Five Realms. The fist intention is too high and cannot be touched by martial artists in the Lower Five Realms. As for the Upper Five Realms, it is not too much. The demon clan is there. There are only a handful of warriors in the world, and they can only be counted on one hand in the upper five realms. As for the human race, they can count them in the upper five realms on one hand.
"alright."
Lin Zhao pointed to the front and said: "The fist spirit is strongest here. Let's practice here. You can go a little further, but not too far. Lao Huang and Zhu Zhi, please stay vigilant at all times."
"knew."
Zhi Zhi nodded and smiled, holding a long sword in one hand and standing guard not far away.
Huang Tingyu jumped up and landed on an ancient tree not far away. He lay lazily on the branches, looking drowsy, but his sword intent was unmistakable. With him and Gu With Gardenia here, even if the Demon Clan's ancestral mountain wanted to move to Bailu Lake, they would probably have to leave in full force.
Lin Zhao sank down lightly, and the next moment he jumped up high, pulled out the Zhanlu Sword in the air, and drew a long line by the lake with a "chi" sound, saying: "No one should exceed this line, just here." Just practice south of this line."
"Yes, Mountain Master!"
Yu Wanning, Chu Yu, Muzhen and others smiled and nodded.
Chen Ben put down the army pot and other "baggage" and immediately stepped away, stepping into the lake with both feet. He stopped only after the water covered his knees. Then his body sank, he opened one of the farmer's nine fists, and began to swim in the lake. Practice boxing in the middle and integrate the chaotic ancient boxing ideas in this world.
Muzhen also stepped into the water and stood side by side with Chen Ben, master and apprentice practicing boxing together.
Yu Wanning casually chopped off a green bamboo from the shore and threw it on the water. He jumped up and landed on the lake with a reed crossing technique. Then he practiced boxing on the green bamboo. The shape is so graceful that the warriors from the human race and the demon race are dumbfounded.
There are many warriors in the world, but there is only one such beautiful warrior.
Chu Yu smiled slightly, touched Zhuang Yirong's little head, and took Zhuang Yirong to practice boxing on the bank. The master taught seriously, and the apprentice also learned seriously, but he didn't know if he could understand one or two boxing intentions.
Lin Zhao was not in a hurry to practice boxing. He built rocks by the lake and propped up the two marching pots. Then he cleaned himself up and came to the lake, standing on a section of the ferry board that had been abandoned for many years. Practice boxing to warm up your boxing spirit.
…
Less than an hour.
In the distance, Chen Ben's figure trembled slightly, and a fist intention descended from the air and penetrated into Chen Ben's body. In the blink of an eye, Chen Ben's fist intention became even deeper.
It's really fast. In such a short time, I got a wisp of boxing intention recognition from the ancient boxing saint Zhong Bailu.
Lin Zhao smiled slightly and was not in a hurry. He stood up on his fist stand and moved his fists slowly. As an eight-level martial artist, the farmer's nine fists have now been practiced to the fifth form. His fist intention is already quite strong, even with the evil boy Chen Ben. It's just a lot inferior in comparison.
Soon after, it was dawn.
Lin Zhao's boxing practice didn't make much progress, he just gained a lot of proficiency in boxing. Not far away, Chen Ben had integrated at least three ancient boxing ideas, and Yu Wanning was also under the morning light. Captured a ray of fist intention and refined it.
Generally speaking, from the progress of refining the fist spirit, we can see the foundation and talent of each person's boxing. Chen Ben is worthy of being the number one martial artist in the mountain top garden, followed closely by Yu Wanning, Chu Yu, and Mu. The others are much inferior.
As for Lin Zhao himself, he couldn't explain clearly. In Lin Zhao's heart, he was still not confident enough in martial arts. He felt that his boxing practice was actually quite clumsy. However... he was able to awaken a God of War courage back then. This was still a blessing. He has a lot of confidence.
He doesn't know very well, maybe he is just a person who jumps back and forth between martial arts genius and martial arts mediocrity.
On the shore, Lao Huang started to make a fire and cook.
Lin Zhao also turned around to help, taking out the white fish, pond snakehead, etc. brought from the mountain garden. He first cooked a large pot of fish soup to satisfy everyone's greed, and then cooked a pot of venison in another pot. The meat is fetched from the nearby woodland by Zhizhi, and it is very fresh.
Soon after, Chen Ben, Yu Wanning and others came over after smelling the aroma. They took the flour cakes that Lin Zhao had just baked and ate them while drinking soup. Lin Zhao himself also ate a lot, and while practicing boxing It will consume physical strength rapidly. This setting seems to be more obvious after entering the heyday of martial arts. After practicing boxing for a while, I will feel hungry.
After breakfast, everyone continued to practice boxing tirelessly.
Soon after, Chen Ben integrated the fourth fist intention, and Chu Yu, who had not opened his mouth for a long time, also let out a surprised laugh. He also caught a fist intention and spent a lot of effort to refine it. He was instantly happy. Endless.
After a cup of tea, Yu Wanning gained the second fist intention.
Muzhen touched his nose angrily. This is not good. Could it be that among the warriors in the mountain top garden, I, Muzhen, am the clumsiest? He scratched his head and looked at Lin Zhao, and suddenly felt a little more at ease. , okay okay, the mountain owner got nothing.
In the shallow water, Zhuang Yirong rolled up his trousers and stood in the water to practice boxing and exercise his physical fitness.
The little girl was very attentive when practicing her boxing. Her body was as steady as a mountain when she moved her boxing. There was not even the slightest ripple in the lake water under her feet. Looking down, the water surface was like a bright mirror.
"Huh?"
Zhuang Yirong was quite curious and stared at the water, as if something was staring at him under the water.
The more she watched, the more entranced she became, and the fist energy in her body became more and more intense. At a certain moment, Zhuang Yirong's eyes suddenly seemed to see an abyss in the lake, and extreme fear suddenly enveloped his heart.
It was like being stared into an abyss.
"ah……"
Zhuang Yirong exclaimed and took a few steps back. At this moment, his heart was about to break. There were even many bloodshot eyes in his eyes, and a little blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
"Master!"
Zhuang Yirong looked back.
Chu Yu immediately stepped forward, held Zhuang Yirong's little hand, and carefully observed the disciple's condition. This was also the inner demon in Chu Yu's heart. Back then, she watched her disciple Wang Yue be killed. Now if Zhuang Yirong appears again,
What's wrong? I'm afraid Chu Yu will never accept another disciple in this life.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Zhao stepped forward and asked with a frown.
"Mountain Master..."
Zhuang Yirong frowned: "Just now... I saw dirty things under the water just now..."
"ah?"
Lin Zhao was surprised.
At this moment, the sound of the bow of a boat chopping the waves was heard from the lake not far away, and a small boat was seen coming slowly. It was a woman holding an oil-paper umbrella, boating on the lake.
The woman was extremely beautiful, with a pair of beautiful eyes that looked deep, and the corners of her mouth were raised slightly. She looked straight at Zhuang Yirong on the bank, and said with a smile: "Little girl, why bother practicing boxing so hard?"
?You are a person with the appearance of an emperor and empress, so you don’t need to."
"grown ups."
Chu Yu frowned, stepped forward to block Lin Zhao and Zhuang Yirong, and slowly raised his fist intention.
Lin Zhao rubbed Zhuang Yirong's little head and said with a comforting smile: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, everyone is here."
"Um."
Zhuang Yirong pursed her lips and nodded slightly. She didn't even dare to look at the woman, only feeling that her eyes hid the most terrifying thing in the world.
"You, Chu Yu..."
The beautiful woman holding an oil-paper umbrella smiled and said: "You are a nobleman, but your fate is not strong enough, and you end up becoming someone else's wedding dress..."
"Who are you?!" Chu Yu asked angrily.
"I?"
The woman smiled coquettishly, her branches trembling with laughter, and said, "I'm not from this world, why do you need to ask me?"
"Then go to hell!"
Chu Yu's fist power suddenly erupted, and his body suddenly disappeared from the spot. The next moment, he had crossed the boat and punched the woman in the waist.
But at the moment when his body was interrupted, the woman turned into wisps of black flames, and in the blink of an eye, she re-condensed her body behind Chu Yu. On the contrary, Chu Yu's fists were stained with a little inner demon flames.
"It's not good, it's the demon inside the umbrella!"
Lin Zhao's eyes turned cold: "Kill her, quickly!"
"Peng!"
Before Lin Zhao finished speaking, Chen Ben had already disappeared above the water and punched hard. The two women's bodies were smashed into pieces, but they were almost exactly the same as Chu Yu. Chen Ben's fist was stained with
Some inner demon flames, the woman's body turned into a cloud of smoke, and in the blink of an eye it condensed on the water not far away, like a touch of duckweed on the water.
