"That's not what I meant." Tang Xuanming looked slightly hesitant and said, "I'm just not sure whether you can use this method like me."
"Is it a top-notch secret skill? That's because I was abrupt. This kind of secret skill always requires very high requirements for the ant emperor pattern. The tribe is all low-end practitioners, so I'm afraid there is no way to use it normally."
Pihu was slightly regretful, but not too frustrated. He had obviously misunderstood something.
For example, Tang Xuanming's noble royal status, his unique Qinggong, and his sudden surge of energy and blood.
"That's not the reason."
Tang Xuanming hesitated for a moment, and once again recalled the Mohist breathing and breathing method, confirming that this method was just the simplest practice of refining Qi, and would not involve anything else.
For those in the Pi tribe who are as strong as tigers and leopards and as strong as a burning furnace, practicing inner strength and mind will make great progress with each passing day.
Tang Xuanming was concerned about whether the "simple" practice method of internal strength would have adverse effects on the people of the tribe in the future.
The inner strength method is easier to practice than the Ant King method, but he must consider future advancement issues.
The path to advance in the Ant King Technique is clear and clear. The hundred-foot-tall Sapphire Elephant is a clear reference. The pressure of the Sapphire Elephant walking like a hill is too terrifying.
It is a behemoth that is more than 300 meters tall. No one can compete with it even if they practice internal strength to the death. Just the body that is 100 meters high can crush everything.
The Ant King method is possible, and the Jade Elephant is not the limit of the Ant King method.
After considering his words, when Pihu was about to give up, Tang Xuanming said: "This is not a secret skill, it is just a auxiliary skill. It can make a person as light as a swallow and more agile than the Shadow Spirit Leopard. It is very easy.
Practice.”
In this very short period of time, Tang Xuanming had decided to teach the people in the tribe the Mohist breathing method and simple Qinggong, but only these two.
Instead of teaching them complicated acupuncture techniques and the operation of various internal forces, it is enough that the internal forces make them as light as a swallow and can better avoid some dangers.
In this world of high martial arts, it is better to concentrate on improving the Ant King method.
Just like Pihu, he has reached the realm of the Ant King's fourth level of celestial patterns, and can even cause the black lin horses to collapse.
"Stop and rest where you are!"
When Pihu saw that the three seriously injured people could no longer hold on, he couldn't help but speak in a deep voice.
The team that was traveling quickly through the dense forest stopped, and the prey was placed scattered in the center to prevent the smell from being too strong and attracting wild beasts. The hunters formed a large circle here, looking around vigilantly.
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Pihu walked to the three seriously injured hunters. All three hunters looked pale and shaky.
The three of them are not the weakest in the hunting team. On the contrary, their strength is not bad, and they can even be said to be good players in the tribe.
Only in this way can they be qualified to be at the front and withstand the most violent round of impact.
If it were someone else to carry it, they would probably be dead by now, and one of them would have their formation shattered, and the whole army would be annihilated.
Tang Xuanming followed Pihu, exchanging Mohist breathing techniques and simple lifting techniques all the way.
The three severely injured hunters were pale and could hardly open their eyes once they stopped. God knows what kind of perseverance supported them in following the team.
"We can't go any further. If we continue like this, all three of them will die. They have suffered serious internal injuries."
"What are internal injuries?"
Tang Xuanming looked at Pihu's puzzled eyes and thought for a moment that this mighty man was joking.
You don’t even know about the internal injuries? Isn’t this funny?
Tang Xuanming was stunned for a moment. He watched Pihu walk up to the man and said sadly: "I will take your body back!"
The three hunters have all taken the medicine specially used by the tribe to heal injuries, but they still haven't improved at all, which means they are almost out of luck.
Tang Xuanming had as many as 10,000 alpacas running past him, so he sentenced three people to death? Where did this quack doctor come from?
Without treating the three seriously injured people before, Tang Xuanming thought that the tribe had some magical elixir. In addition, there were countless auras dormant in the Beast God Prairie. The sooner they left there, the more meaningful it would be. Tang Xuanming did not speak.
The result is actually like this. Do you expect these three majestic men to rely on their own physique to withstand this wave of damage?
But if you don’t get rid of the blood stasis if you have internal injuries, no matter how good your physique is, you will still be dead! This doesn’t speak of medical common sense at all!
Tang Xuanming thought that he had only learned medical skills from Duan Murong for a few months, and that he was a scumbag in front of Duan Murong.
He had always thought so until he saw this group of brave warriors in the tribe.
However, the three mighty and majestic men seemed to agree with it. The one who was barely able to stay awake took Pihu's broad palm and began to give his last words.
He spoke with difficulty, and there was blood flowing out of his mouth, but Pihu wiped it off casually: "Show... show my prey to my... my child, and tell him... that his father... died in the gathering."
Before the bloody formation...his father is..."
A few crystal tears shone in Pihu's eyes, making his vision a little blurry. He held the hunter's hand tightly and said in a deep voice: "He will know, and he will be proud of you."
"what are you doing?"
As if there was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Pihu's eyes widened as if they were about to jump out of his sockets, and his raging murderous aura made the shaky hunter opposite him almost faint.
He was angry when he saw Tang Xuanming slap the hunter who was giving his last words. The hunter spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot and spit it on Pihu's chest.
In a fit of rage, Pihu struck down the palm of his hand as big as a cattail leaf fan. He was the only warrior in the Pi tribe to cultivate elephant patterns. With all his strength, he could punch a hole in the ground, let alone his flesh and blood.
"If you don't want him to die, stay away from me. He will almost die from your yelling."
"He is already dying, how dare you blaspheme the tribe's bravery..."
Pihu couldn't say any more. He felt that the declining vitality and blood of the tribal warrior in front of him was gradually recovering, and he was pulled back from the edge of death.
In shock, he asked in surprise: "Are you a witch doctor?"
The other hunters were frightened by the sudden change here. They all knew that the three hunters were about to die, so they took the initiative to avoid it.
Let them tell their last words, not wanting to face the miserable fate of the hunters in the tribe, only the ignorant Tang Xuanming was behind Pihu.
As a result, they were all attracted by Pihu's angry voice.
The Piling Leopard was really like a nimble leopard. He rushed to Pihu's side in a swish. He held the bone spear in his hand and could attack at any time. He said: "What happened?"