Author: Sister Huang Xing is here

Su Heng had a little startled face.

His current physical strength, three blood refining and copper and iron bone talent, is difficult for ordinary swords to pierce the flesh.

But the thin old man in front of him.

Just simply using two fingers, Su Heng almost broke his defense.

"I am worthy of being a martial artist..." Su Heng said in his heart: "It's really extraordinary."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen years old." Su Heng answered seriously.

Hearing this sentence, the thin old man was stroking his long bearded palm and almost pulled down a gray beard directly.

The eldest brother Lu Ping, who was standing next to the old man, showed a surprised expression on his face for the first time. He seemed to have met Su Heng again, and looked at him carefully.

"You... fifteen?"

The old man looked at his height and his muscles.

Just standing in front of you with a relaxed and shadow, Su Heng, whose face was full of surprise.

Su Heng thought about it himself, nodded seriously, and repeated: "That's right!"

"Fifteen years old, three times of blood refining...Young man, your talent is amazing."

After a while, the old man slowly accepted this matter.

He lay on the lounge chair and took a chicken foot from the table beside him, his face full of emotion.

Just not waiting for Su Heng to be happy.

The old man's words turned sharply, shook his head and sighed: "But, it's a pity... the martial arts of my practice are too complicated."

“Too complicated?”

Su Heng looked at the old man in front of him with some uncertainty.

"You should know that the human body is like a large water tank, and the capacity of water in the water tank is limited. These waters are the qi and blood in our bodies."

The old man explained seriously, and Su Heng turned slightly and did not let go of every word the old man said:

"And blood refining is equivalent to changing water in the water tank.

Through day and night, the qi and blood in your body will gradually transform into special and powerful seal blood.

The seal blood transformed from each blood refining martial arts are different. But the difference is that some seal blood can cooperate and promote each other. Other seal blood may conflict with each other."

"You can imagine that it is also three times to complete blood refining. Others practice complete sets of exercises, with seals and blood cooperating with each other, and one punch is used to exert twelve points of strength. And your exercises are too messy and too complicated. You can only exert 70% or even less than 70% of the strength with one punch. In the case of life and death, of course, the former has a greater chance of winning."

After hearing such an explanation.

Su Heng's expression gradually became a little solemn.

However, this is not over. The old man raised his hand, and Lu Ping beside him brought a cup of tea with a wink.

After drinking the tea in the cup, after coughing twice, the old man continued to speak: "It's just the difference in combat power, but it's second. What's more important is that when you want to reach the realm of a martial artist in the future, the seals and blood conflicts with each other and cannot be condensed. It's hard to successfully break the level."

"I see."

Su Heng asked, "So, is there a way to disperse the practices you have practiced?"

"Yes, but it's very difficult." The old man spread his hands: "The specific method is not that I don't want to tell you, but that I don't even know it myself. If you go to the state prefecture in the future and see a bigger world, you may find a way."

Su Heng still didn't give up and continued to ask:

"Then can I continue to practice the mutual set of blood-refining martial arts and refine more sealed blood in my body?"

"There is no such hope..."

The old man thought about it carefully and explained: "But have you ever thought that the more times you refine blood, the more difficult it will become."

Su Heng's face was a little confused.

What the old man said seemed to make some sense, but Su Heng had never encountered any bottlenecks in his practice so he didn't feel much about this.

However, the people around him looked like nodding slightly, obviously agreeing with what the old man said. Martial arts practice is like climbing a peak, the more difficult it is.

"Get back and practice!"

The old man cursed angrily, and the disciples who had quietly surrounded him dispersed.

"This group of incompetent guys!" After cursing in a low voice, the old man shook his head slightly and continued to talk about the topic just now: "Do you know why this is?"

Su Heng has no answer yet.

The old man continued to explain on his own, "This is because whether it is a blood-refining warrior, a martial artist, or even a more powerful martial arts master... the qi and blood in our bodies are limited."

"Your first time you refine blood, you have sufficient qi and blood, so it is naturally much simpler.

But when you refine blood for the third time, a large amount of qi and blood have been converted into seal blood, and the remaining qi and blood are thin, so it will naturally become extremely difficult to successfully refine blood.

So, theoretically speaking, a warrior can perform the fourth or even more blood refining times, but that situation is too rare. I have never seen it in the world for more than 30 years, nor have I heard of it."

The old man paused slightly, and then continued to speak:

"As for things like Qi and Blood, they are born with destiny and have nothing to do with cultivation.

Generally speaking, the taller the body, the more nutritious a person is, the more sufficient the qi and blood tract are. Compared with thin people, the more sufficient qi and blood are.

If you compare the human body to a large water tank, this situation will be easy to understand.

However, this gap is not too exaggerated.

If you can be nearly two meters tall, your innate qi and blood have surpassed ordinary people.

But your height cannot grow unlimitedly. You cannot grow to two meters, five meters or three meters, because everyone has their own limits, which is destined."

Talking about this.

The old man seemed to have thought of something, shook his head slightly, and his old face was filled with memories and expressions of emotion.

When Su Heng heard these words, he felt relieved.

This old man is really right, humans do have their own limits.

But Su Heng's situation is slightly different. With the help of the talent of the immortal, Su Heng's body shape can grow unlimitedly. Theoretically, Su Heng's qi and blood are infinite.

He can practice both exercises as he pleases.

Now, the problem of messy martial arts may bring a little trouble to Su Heng.

But as Su Heng's body shape and qi and blood grow in the future, and his martial arts cultivation increases, these troubles will eventually be transformed into part of his strength.

However, as long as you know these things, there is no need to explain them to outsiders.

Thinking of this, Su Heng suddenly felt enlightened, and a refreshing feeling arose.

"The path of martial arts is like climbing a mountain. If you don't advance, you will retreat. No matter what, I cannot give up easily." Su Heng clasped his fists and bowed to the old man, "I'll ask my master to take care of you in the future."

The old man's face was stunned at first.

Seeing Su Heng's face full of open-mindedness and no gloom, he was surprised.

The old man drank the tea in the cup in one sip, then shook his head and smiled: "Boy, your heart towards Taoism is extraordinary. Maybe it will really achieve something big in the future. How wonderful!"

(End of this chapter)
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