It is a good thing to have a solid foundation, but Zhao Hong feels that only the foundation is not enough, he needs more skills and moves to make himself stronger.

In fact, from the perspective of martial arts practice, only the foundation is sufficient.

Strengthening the body is only the first step in martial arts practice, there is no need to delve into it and waste precious life.

The cultivation of the physical strengthening realm is a step-by-step process.

Exercise yourself step by step, break through the limit, and keep exploring the next realm.

Until the rejuvenation of the youth, the longevity is endless, and then in the endless years of suffering, slowly boiling, polishing themselves to perfection, and then pursuing the ultimate, and then self-transcendence, and finally in countless transcendences to seek that trace of opportunity epiphany, and finally comprehend the martial pole in the epiphany, and enter the Tao with martial arts.

The cultivation method of the Zhao clan is the tuba foundation, and then according to the different talents of each person, practice the secret method left by the ancestors, and use this as a guide to directly comprehend the martial pole and enter the Tao with martial arts.

Since you can directly enter the Tao with martial arts, why bother to endure the suffering and tribulation of endless years and endure the tribulation step by step.

Just like a person who wants to read books, so he creates words from scratch, and then popularizes words, through the cultivation of talents, after years of precipitation, generation after generation of accumulation, slowly someone begins to write books, inspire others, and then more and more books, more and more readers, and finally the style of writing is booming, many books appear, and finally that person goes to read the books written by others.

If it is in a wilderness, it may be okay, but where there are already books, as long as you learn to read and write, you can read and read, and you can do it in a few years, and you don't need to spend hundreds or thousands of years to precipitate.

Now Zhao Hong has the foundation he has laid since he was a child, but he has no secret method of family inheritance.

Now deep in this barren land, Zhao Hong feels that martial arts cultivation is getting farther and farther away from him.

If the martial arts are too far, you can only grasp the present.

Zhao Hong understands that his path has just stepped on the starting point.

The leader of the sand bandits burst out with all his strength, smashing into the ground, and at the same time shouting to the people next to him: "I harass him, you will surround him and besiege him on all sides!"

The voice of the leader of the sand bandits was loud, and everyone could hear it clearly, and it was clear what the sand bandit leader's intentions were.

But these sand bandits heard clearly, and Zhao Hong also heard clearly.

"Bump, bump!" The giant hammer in the hand of the leader of the sand bandits kept smashing the ground, stirring up pieces of yellow sand to fly, and under the knocking of the giant hammer, the splashed yellow sand was like countless hidden weapons, covering Zhao Hong, although he didn't think that he could defeat Zhao Hong like this, but as long as he could clean up the purpose of harassment, it was enough. Wait for everyone to surround and attack from multiple sides, unless Zhao Hong gives birth to three heads and six arms, otherwise he must be slashed and killed by everyone in the circle, even if the holy warrior has a life force to protect the body, he does not dare to let a group of soldiers surround himself in the middle and slash at will, the continuous attack is easy to make the life force collapse, even if he wears iron armor to entangle the life force, he can't scruple about the attacks from all directions, once the life force collapses, the holy war is an ordinary person when he can't recover his breath, and he will definitely not be better than ordinary people when he is cut by swords and weapons, after all, flesh and blood can't fight against weapons。

The giant hammer in the hands of the leader of the bandits is a solid hammer made of pure metal, the head of the hammer is the size of a child's head, and the handle of the hammer is also solid metal, and the height of an adult is about the same height. Such a huge long-handled war hammer wielded like the wind in the hands of the sand bandit leader, in fact, no matter how big it is, it can be used with the divine power of the sand bandit leader, but doing so will also affect the speed of physical strength too much, and without speed in battle, it is simply self-defeating.

The sand bandits got the leader's order, and began to prepare to encircle Zhao Hong quite tacitly, they moved quickly, and they could surround Zhao Hong in the middle with only a few breaths.

But Zhao Hong killed them, but it didn't take a few breaths at all, if it weren't for the sand bandit leader in front of him who was afraid of scaring away, Zhao Hong would have killed them all in an instant.

Zhao Hong looked at the many sand bandits who wanted to surround him, reached out and pulled out one of the javelins behind his back, held it in his hand, and looked at the sand bandits who were circling behind him.

"Get out of the way!" the leader of the sand bandits reminded loudly, but when he saw Zhao Hong's movements, he knew it was too late.

When it comes to conquering the wildlings, the beast blood vine armor of the wildlings is impressive, but their weapons are more disappointing, and the wood is not as magical as the one who sent the news back said, tying stones or animal teeth to the sticks.

However, this kind of strong and light wood is rare after all, and it can still be used in many places.

Zhao Hong used this wood to make javelins.

Zhao Hong's javelin arm length is only the thickness of the thumb, the tip of the javelin is made of very heavy metal, and several metal rings are also used as weights in the first half to increase the weight of the javelin, so that the power and penetration of the projection can be increased without increasing the weight of the javelin as much as possible, and the javelin is painted in a gray color, which is more difficult to observe.

Obviously, this is a small javelin specially used for throwing, and Zhao Hong has no intention of using this thing for close combat, so he will use this material.

Zhao Hong had a javelin in his hand, his knees bent, and the moment he shot, he concentrated the strength of his whole body and made a very standard throwing action.

In the cold night of the desert, a javelin flew out, and the sand bandit had already seen Zhao Hong aim at him, and he also saw Zhao Hong's javelin shot, and he also heard the leader's warning, he was ready to dodge, but he was too slow, even if he knew everything, he couldn't dodge the oncoming javelin at all, and the speed of this javelin exceeded his reflexes and speed.

"Dead. "The moment Zhao Hong's javelin shot, it was already certain that the other party would die.

After all, the gap between the two sides is too big.

Zhao Hong no longer looked at the man, but locked his gaze on the other person, and pulled out a javelin from behind his back.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Zhao Hong jumped back lightly, while projecting continuously, those people had no resistance at all, only one person reacted in the face of the oncoming javelin, but he didn't have time to dodge and could only use the weapon in his hand to block, but unfortunately he used a war spear, in the face of the javelin projected at this speed, if Zhao Hong wanted to block with such a small thing, he would have to concentrate on the situation in advance to have a chance to block, and this only person who reacted did not have Zhao Hong's ability, but the result was that the war spear in his hand moved, and he was shot to death without playing any role。

Zhao Hong had a total of twelve javelins behind his back, which were fixed to his body with a special belt.