Lin Zhao slowly stood up and checked his injuries. His fist was injured. The other party was a martial artist in the blood-activating realm. It was obvious that his fist was harder. Moreover, Zhao Jin's fist just now was completely different from before. It was like Nirvana passed and had already been reborn.

"You wanted the sword behind me before."

Lin Zhao said: "So you have changed your mind now, not only want swords, but also killing people?"

“So what?”

Zhao Jin raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Do you think I can't kill you?"

"Maybe."

Lin Zhao took off the pheasant and the hare on his waist one by one and put it aside. He turned around and pulled a farmer's three-fist fist stance and said lightly: "I just want to confirm whether you really want to kill me. Since you want to kill me, I can also feel at ease to kill you. Even if you kill me, I have a clear conscience."

"nonsense!"

Zhao Jin was a little angry: "Before killing someone, you have to reason, figure out why you kill someone? You are like a woman. People like you can actually become a martial artist, which is really a shame for martial artists in the world!"

As he said that, as soon as Zhao Jin pulled the boxing stance of the tiger fist, blood and energy flowed all over his body, and true energy was everywhere. Threads of fist intention condensed into fist energy and flowed all over his body. This is an important feature of a martial artist in the blood-activated realm. His body is full of blood, and his strength is a world of difference compared to a martial artist in the first realm.

...

"To me--death!"

Zhao Jin jumped up, like a tiger pounced on food. A sharp punch fell from the sky and hit Lin Zhao's head hard. This time, Lin Zhao was fully prepared, his body sank, and his lower plate was rooted in the ground. Then the whole body rushed towards the top, and all his strength was gathered on his right fist, giving this punch a momentum to open the celestial top.

A dull and loud noise, also in the dry land pulling green onion, this time the fist was full, and it evenly matched Zhao Jin, who was a martial artist in the second realm. Lin Zhao stepped back several steps, and his right fist was injured, which was already covered in blood and blood. Zhao Jin was not having a good time. He was numb by Lin Zhao's upward fist, and his arms were numb, and his blood and energy in his body were already slightly disordered.

A martial artist in the first level can actually beat a martial artist in the second level with one punch?

This is something that Zhao Jin could not bear, so he felt even more humiliated. He was the thin monkey-like boy in front of him. He had never looked at him directly in the back street, even if he had a glance. Why? What is Lin Zhao considered a thing in front of the Zhao family? It would be fine if he didn't kneel on the ground and beg for mercy. What qualifications are there to be on par with him, Zhao Jin?

He hated Lin Zhao's clear eyes in front of him, and hated him for being taken care of by neighbors at such a young age. Everyone said that Lin Zhao was sensible, but everyone mentioned him, Zhao Jin but smiled without saying anything.

Why?

Zhao Jin was filled with resentment and resentment. Today, only one of him and Lin Zhao could go back alive!

With his body twisted, Zhao Jin punched again, his body rushed forward, his eyes were like lightning, and his blood-activated realm was full of true energy. The moment a punch fell into the air, the fist power formed actually pressed down the entire grassland.

The grass leaves all bow their heads, why don’t you, Lin Zhao, bow your head!?

...

Unfortunately, Lin Zhao took a step back with his right leg and pulled the three-fist stent of the farmer's fist again. Looking at Zhao Jin's powerful punch in the air, Lin Zhao no longer had any worries at this moment. The martial artists in the world practiced a breath of true energy, and people also had to breathe in their lives. Since the other party wanted to kill him, wouldn't they fight, just because the other party had a high level and stood and waited for death!?

This is not Lin Zhao's style. He not only has to fight, but also finds ways to win!

With a loud thunderous sound, Zhao Jin's punch broke the ground, but Lin Zhao twisted his body and escaped from the opponent's heavy punch like a loach. When Zhao Jin turned around, he punched him directly on his face. In his eyes, Lin Zhao used a punch that he had never seen before, and there seemed to be a wisp of strong wind around him.

The farmer's three fists, the horse wind style!

Lin Zhao used this move to fight against others for the first time, and his opponent was Zhao Jin, who was higher than his level, but once the horse wind stance was activated, Lin Zhao's heart was like a mirror. The principle of this move was to face off against the enemy in the face, and he was not afraid of the strong enemy. If he was quick, he would have to be faster. He punched like a fierce horse in the formation, and a sail in the wind, punched one punch after another, endlessly, releasing his own fist intentions.

"you……"

Zhao Jin roared and suddenly punched Lin Zhao in the face.

But this punch still failed. Lin Zhao moved like Feng and appeared behind him in an instant. The second punch of the horse wind style hit Zhao Jin's back waist heavily, and then three continuous punches fell on the opponent's chest, waist, and head. The force of one punch was stronger than that of another, like a storm.

"You're a bastard!"

After taking three consecutive punches on Zhao Jin's face, his nose was already bruised and swollen, but he was still unwilling to admit defeat. He leaned over and pulled out a defensive boxing stance and roared: "My rock style, if you have the affinity, you will come to break through. I want to see how you, a martial artist in the first level, break through the defensive boxing path of the martial artist in the second level!"

Lin Zhao didn't say a word, but his body changed constantly, like a strong wind rushing the enemy, constantly punching from all directions, punching the opponent's stable fist, shaking his hands in trouble, and his fists seemed to be about to crack, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

But Lin Zhao just refused to admit defeat and punched in one go!

It doesn't matter if you get crippled with both punches, but once you lose, you will die here today.

...

Within the surroundings, the fist energy was raging, and the bushes were shattered and blown away. Lin Zhao's figure did not stop at all. Fist marks fell on the fist energy around Zhao Jin, leaving blood stains. But even so, the young Lin Zhao was still unwilling to stop, as if he wanted to exhaust the true energy in his body in one breath.

After hundreds of consecutive punches, the strength of the Fighting Horse Feng Shin style has been greatly improved, which is no less than the punches of a second-level martial artist.

At this moment, Zhao Jin spat out a mouthful of blood with a "woo" sound, and finally reached the limit. The fist spirit and fist energy in his body dissipated one after another. At the moment the fist energy dissipated, he honestly ate Lin Zhao's punch, followed by two, three, and fist flesh, which made Zhao Jin not even have the chance to cry for his parents.

Finally, after a heavy punch, Lin Zhao had reached the limit. After shaking Zhao Jin with one punch, he also sat down to the ground, and his strength seemed to have been exhausted.

But, things are not finished 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 beside a huge rock, watching Lin Zhao approaching step by step, but he couldn't move himself, so he gritted his teeth and roared: "Lin Zhao, do you really dare to kill me!? If you kill me, our Zhao 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 expression and said, "Ship Chu had already issued a clear order in the town that our descendants of the Great Chen Dynasty must not kill each other, so I will not kill you, but... I will not let you become an obstacle to my survival anymore."

"Then you...what are you going to do!?"

"nothing."

Lin Zhao stepped on Zhao Jin's chest with a fierce kick, then fell down with a "sneer", and Zhao Jin's right arm flew out, and he screamed in pain.

"Stop calling."

Lin Zhao looked at him lightly and said, "It attracted wild beasts. If the beast eats you, you can't count it on me. Today I just cut off your arm, but if you still want to kill me in the future, I will not care about Chu Shuai's orders."

As he said that, Lin Zhao sat beside Zhao Jin, drinking water and eating big cakes on his own. It was not until half an hour later that his physical strength and true energy recovered a little, and then he carried the bow and arrow on his back, tied the pheasant and rabbit, carried the pig on his shoulders, and left behind a Zhao Jin.

The sky was about to fall, and Zhao Jin looked at the sky, feeling pain and fear, so 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 leave, he would really have to feed the beast.

...

On the mountain road, Lin Zhao limped, and he was not easy to live. The power of a martial artist in the first realm could not support such a fierce punching style as the gust of Ma Feng Xi. But with one breath, he really hit his true energy, and then he had to face the sequelae. At this moment, he was shaking with the pig, and his body was covered with many hidden injuries. If it weren't for his desire for the pork, he would probably not be able to hold on.

Late at night, Lin Zhao finally returned to the town and limped over the mountain pig and prey at home. A scholar appeared in front of the door. Qin Suihan, the owner of the bookstore.

"Boss Qin, it's so late..." said the young man.

"Um."

Qin Suihan looked at his embarrassed look and said, "The injury is very serious, and it may leave behind sequelae. Go to Zhang's medicine shop and let him show you."

"Yeah, thank you."

Qin Suihan left, Lin Zhao limped and took the 500 copper plates left by Chu Huaixi, crossed the back street and came to a pharmacy shop on the front street. There was only this pharmacy shop in the whole town. The owner of the pharmacy shop was the only doctor in the town.

“Yo?”

Doctor Zhang was eating melon seeds. When he saw Lin Zhao coming, he immediately stood up: "Is this a fight with someone?"

"Um……"

Lin Zhao nodded: "Come here and take a look, it hurts a little..."

Zhang Langzhong looked at it and smiled and said, "The bones are about to crack. If you don't hurt, it's a damn thing. Grab some medicine and apply it to you. Don't leave any root of the disease. Also, Lin Zhao, have you started to practice boxing formally? If you want to practice boxing, you will have more injuries. Buy some healing medicine and go back, and don't have to run to me every day to prescribe."

"oh……"

Lin Zhao was careful: "How much does it cost?"

"The diagnosis plus injury medicine is a total of 500 copper plates." Zhang's eyes narrowed and smiled, "Just as soon as possible, the money you kicked in your arms happened to be this number."

Lin Zhao was shocked. This doctor didn't seem to be a good person, but as he said, martial artists in the world need a lot of healing medicine to recover their physical injuries. This money must be spent, so he reluctantly took out five hundred copper plates. At this moment, he suddenly became penniless.

...

When I got home, I applied medicine and went to bed with a humming voice.

Lin Zhao didn't dare to sleep. The boars, rabbits, and pheasants outside had to deal with them, otherwise they would smell bad after a night. However, he still narrowed his eyes. Just after he narrowed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, a fiery red unicorn appeared in his dream, carrying himself in the mountains, crossing the mountains, and the lake was like walking on flat ground.

"ah?!"

When he opened his eyes, he felt that after his blood was all over his body, a burning true energy was also surging, like a fire qilin. At the same time, the Qilin fire seal on his arm began to fade!

Could it be that the scorching true energy in the body is the power of the Qilin Fire Seal?

The old charlatan who came to his house at the age of five said that the Qilin Fire Seal will bring good fortune and misfortune.

So this time, is it a blessing or a disaster?
Chapter completed!