Time flies like an arrow, and time passes.

Since the National Day holiday, the days seem to have changed faster.

Han Dong still practiced painting mountain piles three times a day. The rest of the time is spent practicing a technique, understanding the rules, and understanding the inner truth.

Occasionally, I take on some tasks.

The demons and monsters in Jiangnan City and the surrounding areas are basically weak, and Han Dong can kill one or two with one punch, and there is no danger at all.

Gradually.

Some martial arts practitioners in Jiangnan City know that there is a world-famous martial artist named Han Dong from Jiangnan Academy, who is said to have a level comparable to that of a lower martial artist.

"It's just a normal form, and it's just an ordinary general. ”

"After all, the internal force of the liquid cannot be exposed. The madness is too terrifying, and it will definitely kill all directions after activation. ”

Han Dong stood in the secluded woods, thinking secretly.

In the woods in the distance, there were three or four couples. He walked a little deeper into the woods, looked around, and after making sure that no one was watching, he began to practice a martial art.

Normal martial arts students basically practice martial arts in the gym building.

But Han Dong prefers to go alone, after all, it is a bit strange to be watched by the martial arts students present.

Rushing!

The fists rotate each other like a whirlpool of water.

The images in my mind include dark clouds covering the sky and pouring rain, and torrential rain swirling and roaring down, and the two are in harmony with each other, making the technique of torrential rain even more brutal.

Phew!

The right fist freezes in front of him, almost sending out a gust of wind.

There are even some yellowing leaves, all of which are shaking, and they are about to fall from the branches.

And this is only the pure strength of the body, if it is urged to form a liquid internal force, I am afraid that it can make a roaring sound in the air, echoing in a radius of 100 meters.

"Since the Tempest falls in imitation of the Torrential Rain—"

"There should be ups and downs, and after the violent blow, there should be follow-ups, such as a drizzling shower. ”

The torrential rain is the first technique that Han Dong practiced.

Although this technique is relatively simple, he is very familiar with it, and even integrates it into his body, and his level of perception is also the highest among the techniques he has learned.

To be out of one's mind is to use oneself.

Immersion is the formation of bodily instincts. You can play this technique with a single move, and you can use it as you like when you understate it.

Rustling.

The autumn wind blew through the trees, and a rustling sound sounded.

Han Dong withdrew his fists, and a look of enlightenment flashed in his eyes: "I see, this is the transformation." Even walking, sitting and lying on weekdays can also use the torrential rainfall. ”

The torrential rain finally pushed it to the level of integration.

As for the level of unity further up, Han Dong didn't dare to think about it. The art of unity, which can even change the environment on a small scale, is simply beyond the limits of his imagination.

Maybe.

The flame chain that Ning Moli played at the beginning was the art of unity.

Ponder for a moment.

Han Dong stood on the dirt floor, raised his right palm, and began to urge the liquid internal force.

Earlier, what bothered him was the luminescent properties of the liquid internal force. If you try your best to explode, you can't hide the extremely conspicuous light.

But now, this disadvantage has been solved.

"Turnaround!"

Han Dong secretly snorted.

This is the technique given to him by Ning Moli, which is quite profound, if he can reach the level of devotion, he can instantly reverse the direction of the flow of internal force in his body.

Bang!

The right palm slammed into the air.

In this way, the air was like an explosion to produce a roar, and even caused a gust of turbulent breeze to disperse, highlighting the weight of this fist.

"Not bad. ”

Han Dong smiled slightly, and breathed a sigh of relief: "The technique of turning can make the liquid internal force that erupts from it instantly accumulate in the body. It can not only play the internal strength, but also avoid the glow of the palm. ”

After careful consideration, he practiced drawing the stumps.

Snort.

With his feet sinking into the mud, Han Dong rested his palms on his chest to form a complex handprint, which seemed to hold a circle and seemed to be empty, which was the key to painting mountain piles to become the first mountain realm.

With the visualization, draw a mountain with both palms, which is the first mountain realm.

"It's coming. ”

"I can vaguely feel that the first mountain realm is about to become. ”

Han Dong's clear eyes contain an undoubted distance, like a majestic mountain, without the slightest shaking, revealing a heaviness like a mountain and an abyss.

Rushing.

Blood flows, making a distinct sound.

After these days of standing on the pile, there have been some mysterious and inexplicable changes in the blood in the body, and the strength has increased by a lot, especially the hidden brilliance of the blood, which is the precursor to the promotion to the high-level martial artist realm.

......

It is a villa area about two kilometers away from Aunt Lin's house.

Crash.

A beautiful woman wearing a cheongsam sat leisurely on a wooden chair, poured a glass of mellow red wine, and took a sip.

In front of her, Yan Cangtu stood with his hands on his back, his robe was antique, and his shawl and black hair set off a dusty temperament.

"Big brother. ”

The beautiful woman tasted the wine and said with a light smile: "Gaishi Han Dong seems to be quite interested in antique cultural relics, and has often visited some private collections recently. I have to say that this Gaishi does have some taste for life. ”

"Yes. Yan Cangtu responded.

"But he is Ning Maniac's apprentice after all. Big brother, since you are the martial arts instructor of Jiangnan Academy, you should give him some color to see, so that he can know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. The beautiful woman took a sip of the wine in the glass, a little arrogant.

Silent.

It took a while.

Yan Cangtu turned his head and quietly looked at his talented sister: "Han Dong is a world, I don't want to provoke him." ”

Click!

The beautiful woman threw the wine glass on the ground, and the red wine spilled all over the ground, flowing gently: "Ning Moli provoked us back then! You forgot how your father died, but I haven't forgotten!"

Yan Cangtu sighed: "That has nothing to do with Han Dong, besides, my father is also voluntary." ”

Hum.

The beautiful woman sneered and stood up: "The sect has an order, and the battle of the world in March next year will be full of efforts to suppress Han Dong, and strive to make his world talent fall." ”

"Also. ”

"Don't think about it this time in the ranking battle of martial arts students! The sect has won over two martial arts students from the martial arts realm, and they are all surrounded and suppressed in the ranking battle. ”

Encirclement?

Yan Cangtu frowned.

The beautiful woman pursed her lips: "If it can be hindered by external forces, so that it cannot be ranked in the top 100, Ning Madman will definitely be extremely angry." His dissatisfaction is my joy. ”

Call.

Yan Cangtu sighed: "The sect will not order to provoke a world, this should be the mother's meaning." ”

Click.

The beautiful woman didn't say a word, and her right foot crushed the fragments of the wine glass.

Facing the autumn sun, the air was fresh, but her face was covered with frost, and a pair of eyes seemed to have a flash of essence, staring at Yan Cangtu tightly.

"There was no right or wrong thing back then. ”

Yan Cangtu tidied up his robes twice, said with emotion as if comforting, and left the villa by himself under the cold eyes of the beautiful woman.