Author: Sister Huang Xing is here

"It was fine just now, but why is it raining now?"

The rain as big as beans fell on the ground.

Splattering dust.

After Zhu Xiaowu and Su Heng said goodbye, they patted their heads and left, and their figure quickly disappeared at the corner of the mountain road.

Su Heng stood silently under the eaves of the dilapidated restaurant, and the rain in front of him was like a pearl curtain, making a sound.

He really wanted to ask just now, is the name Hongwu serious?

As a result, the person hasn't reacted yet.

Zhu Xiaowu was already running away without a trace.

"never mind…"

Su Heng shook his head and simply didn't think too much.

Everyone has their own opportunities and goals. For Su Heng, he just wants to become stronger and can protect himself and his relatives in troubled times.

If this can be done, Su Heng hopes that he can live longer.

Walk more and experience more things.

This is already great.

...

Su Heng and Zhu Xiaowu said goodbye.

Back home.

Starting to practice the true meaning of Hongxiang is also the last puzzle of Hongxiang’s true skills.

At the same time, Su Heng also used various means to inquire about the authenticity of the immortal medicine in Wukui Mountain, and the layers of veils shrouded on Wukui Mountain were gradually revealed by Su Heng.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed.

...

In the fifteenth year of Zhizheng, the world was in chaos and all the heroes emerged.

Guo Zixing, Jiangzhou gathered thousands of people to capture Haozhou Prefecture at night, established the Sequoia Army, and within a few months, he captured several cities in Dongning, Dongchang, Guangping and Shunde. He had tens of thousands of troops and was named King Fengyang. He was famous all over the world and was prosperous for a while!

Haozhou Prefecture City.

In a hidden underground room.

One side is broad-minded in Taichung, and the huge character "Yan" is written in blood-red paint.

Around the martial arts platform, huge red candles were placed on upright poles, burning wildly, bringing a dark red flame.

On the martial arts stage.

The two figures stood at each other, and the atmosphere was dull and as if solidified.

On the left is a strong woman in a black short shirt and nearly 1.9 meters tall.

Not only is he tall, but his muscles are bulging and bulging, like the roots of an old tree, protruding outwards, covered with scars and tattoos, which are very ferocious and ferocious.

The woman's hair was also tied into black braids, scattered behind her head.

When walking, shake and shake.

Like a despicable warrior in a science fiction movie.

In front of the woman was a short man about 1.6 meters tall, with a scathing look and looking a little vulgar.

Just above the ring.

An old man in gray was sitting cross-legged on a futon.

The old man patted his hands gently and made a crisp sound.

The two figures instantly charged forward and pulled out the afterimage. The red candles around the ring were affected by the strong wind blowing from the movements of both sides, and they swayed violently.

Halfway through.

The iron-blooded woman punched forward with a heavy punch.

Her body was wrapped around her strength, her fist pierced the air, and special scale marks appeared on her arms.

The short man's expression changed slightly.

Forcefully change one's own direction, and at the same time turn the fist into a palm, and pat it heavily on the joints of the woman's arm.

Bang!

Two different forces collide with each other.

Make a crisp sound.

The woman's body was like a mountain, standing there without moving at all.

Although the man on the opposite side had tried his best to avoid and seized the opportunity to take action decisively, his proud strong force hit the woman, like a tide washing away the reef.

No effective damage was caused.

The man seemed to be unwilling to accept it. After setting a distance, he charged forward again.

The two fought for more than a dozen rounds in a row, and the crackling sound of fists and feet colliding constantly, echoing back and forth in the closed room, with strong force colliding with each other and blowing strong wind.

A large piece of red candle was blown down and extinguished.

Click!

The man's figure was like a flying swallow, and he kept hovering around the tall body of the iron-blooded woman.

But after a long time, there was a flaw in the end.

One of his arms was slightly numb after the force collided. Before he could withdraw in time, the iron-blooded woman grabbed it hard.

The man cried in his heart that something was wrong.

But it's too late.

A powerful force came, and then it was spinning.

Bang!

After severe pain.

The man's eyes turned dark and he was already swung heavily and smashed to the ground.

He struggled to open his eyes, and an iron fist with black joints quickly expanded in his pupils, and a subtle white airflow wrapped around the fist, clearly visible like a ribbon.

Swish!

The iron fist is less than half a centimeter from the man's cheek.

Stop steadily.

But the strong wind that was whistling in the man's face still trembled and felt severe pain.

"Senior brother, let me give in!" The iron-blooded woman took a step back slightly, clasped her fists with her hands, and bowed to the short man.

"Thank you, junior sister, for showing mercy."

The man seemed to be immersed in the fear of facing death just now and did not come back to his senses.

His face turned pale and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Then he quickly turned around and left the ring.

"My iron-clothed, scale-clad technician has already practiced to the point of perfection, and is only one step away from the martial artist who practices strength." This iron-blooded woman with dreadlocks was Su Heng and Su Ping's elder sister, Su Tong.

Su Tong stood in front of the old man and said in a low tone: "When can I leave here and find my younger brother and sister?"

"You two younger brothers and sisters are very good now. Your brother has joined a local gang and has become a blood-refining warrior." The old man who closed his eyes on the cushion opened his eyes.

The originally cold eyes also brought a little softness after seeing Su Tong.

However, that emotion flashed away.

His voice was as indifferent and cold as ever, without any emotion. "When you fill your body with strength and step into the realm of a martial artist, I will allow you to go out for free."

"good!"

...

Deling County, Nanqiao Street.

The weather was gloomy and it had just rained heavily. The black cumulus clouds were still shrouded in the sky, and there was no sign of dissipation.

In a courtyard full of cabbage.

Su Heng was naked, and there were black stones that were taller than a person in front of him.

He coughed twice, inhale hard, and then his energy sinks into his dantian and opens his mouth. A roar like a dragon came from Su Heng's mouth.

There seemed to be some strange power contained in the roar.
To be continued...