These men were clearly warriors of the Iron West, their upper bodies, arms, shoulders, chests, muscles bulging, strange and quaint war paints painted in blue grass juice, and the most unified thing was the hostility in their eyes, the anger that seemed to tear his whole person apart.

Do I have a grudge against them?

Zhao Li's heart instantly came to such a conclusion.

The tallest man at the head snapped his wrists, his eyes were cold, he looked down at Zhao Li, and said:

"Be careful not to let the sacrifice be damaged. ”

"That would make the gods angry. ”

"Hit at the body, this is also what Lord Wu Zhu meant. ”

The rest of the people all responded, with an uncontrollable sneer and hideous look, approaching the front, Zhao Li understood this sentence, and anger rose in his heart, but he pressed his anger down, and the six sturdy warriors were already approaching.

The leader took two steps and kicked Zhao Li's waist and abdomen fiercely.

Zhao Li subconsciously staggered his arms to block this kick, Ji's exercises moved in response, such a heavy kick, Zhao Li's whole person was kicked to the ground and slid out several meters to the side, but it only made his arm slightly numb, and there was a feeling of diffuse heat flow, which quickly dispelled this numbness.

Heavenly power and internal qi.

Although it was only a prototype, it still blocked a considerable amount of damage for him.

After all, this is the method of the distant Tianqian Kingdom, and the samurai led by him are not familiar with it, he only feels that his kick is strong, and his heart is very happy, and he rushes forward with a cruel smile, Zhao Wei knows that he must not be exposed at this moment, and protects the vital points on his body with his arms, and allows those samurai to punch and kick him.

The internal qi is constantly flowing, resisting the power of those punches and feet, and cutting the pain.

Zhao Li controlled himself into a state of vomiting, the Chinese characters flowed in his mind, and finally stopped at the notes made by the Ji ancestors on "Tianquan Cultivation Qi", and took the initiative to mobilize internal qi to deal with those punches and kicks, even so, he still ate a lot of punches and kicks firmly, and his face was a little distorted in pain.

The most basic practice method is to stimulate the body with external force after nourishing qi, and the simplest one is to forge, according to the note, the descendants of the Ji family's bloodline will have special masters, with the soft power of yin and yang, to help them complete this process, and there will not be too much pain.

Ordinary folk practitioners will use cloth mallets and wooden mallets to gradually increase their strength layer by layer.

Wait until your body is getting used to this level of stimulation before moving on to the next step.

The six warriors in Tiexi, full of hatred at the moment, kept falling on Zhao Li's body, and at first they were still retracting, worried about breaking this sacrifice, but later found that although this sacrifice was thin and tender, the body was quite strong, and the strength gradually increased subconsciously.

Zhao Li was silent and endured them one by one.

When the last punch was thrown, the muscles and bones on the arms of the warrior who threw the punch collided, making a crackling sound, and the sound of the fist breaking through the air faintly felt like a wild wolf roaring.

Tianquan's internal qi suddenly accelerated.

This hearty punch smashed Zhao Li into the air, slammed into the stone, and then lay on the ground softly, no longer moving, the warrior who punched the punch was suddenly in his heart, and hurriedly ran forward, only to find that Zhao Li was only relieved when his eyes were closed and he was still breathing.

Under this shock, there was already a cold sweat on his head.

At that moment, he didn't dare to fight anymore, and led the brothers out of this cold cave.

After the footsteps calmed down completely, Zhao Li's right hand fingers moved, then supported his body with the palm of his hand, got up little by little, raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, the stinging feeling made the corners of Zhao Li's mouth twitch, moved his body and sat down by the river, with the help of the light cyan light emitted by the fish, he saw that the corners of his eyes were a little blue.

He reached out and touched the slightly swollen corner of his brow, and the stinging pain made him gasp.

When the pain dissipated, he carefully touched the wound, grinned, and said:

"Ruthless enough. ”

"It's all out of shape. ”

"Tsk, it's good that there are no girls here, otherwise they would have lost their faces, and these people are definitely jealous of me. ”

He couldn't help laughing, then looked at his own reflection in the water, and said calmly:

"Three hundred and twenty-seven. ”

The wounds on his body also cracked open.

These wounds, which should have been beaten by angry people after he disturbed the sacrifice, were now broken by fists and feet, bleeding blood and pale yellow pus, Zhao Li untied his clothes with trembling hands, washed the wounds with the cold underground river water, tore off the strips of cloth on the cuffs of his clothes, and bandaged several parts that were cracked.

Because of the pain, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and he scolded his mother with trembling in his mouth, and then he got dressed, leaned on the stone, touched the place where he was beaten on the back, and grinned again.

Regather internal forces and slowly flow through the meridians, speeding up the healing of the meridians.

It also makes the forged area stronger and tougher, and the warm current soothes the pain.

Zhao Li's breathing became smooth.

"Three hundred and twenty-seven. ”

He muttered softly.

..................

Bai Yi walked out of the cave and subconsciously glanced inside.

He still had some drums in his heart, some regrets, and some fears.

The fight just now was too smooth, he almost threw away his own reason, and the last punch, using the family boxing method, that is, the wild wolf outside, could be stoned to death, and smashed on the body of the sacrifice in one breath.

Now that I think about it, even though that sacrifice still has a breath, it may have swallowed its breath at this moment.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of Wu Zhu's words, as well as his five-year-old daughter, who was only five years old at home, her face was a little pale, she kicked a stone, and stumbled forward, so she barely stood firm, and hurriedly picked up her weapon and left.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man in gray standing at the entrance of the cave.

I didn't think much about it, just panicked and left quickly.

Zhou Shuang, the guard of the cave, frowned and looked at the girl in front of him.

She was wearing gray clothes as inconspicuous as dust, with a pair of bare feet, a horizontal stripe drawn with cinnabar on the side of her cheeks, and she was a little helpless in the face of Zhou Shuang's eyes.

Zhou Shuang held back the disdain and indifference in his heart, and said:

"No one is allowed to enter here. ”

The girl in gray opened her mouth and said, "I'm just ......"

Zhou Shuang was extremely impatient in his heart, and was about to open his mouth to scold, when he suddenly heard an indifferent voice.

"The people imprisoned in the grotto, there was no order forbidding others to visit. ”

Zhou Shuang subconsciously raised his head and saw a person standing under the light ten steps away.

The man was dressed in dark black clothes, tall, carrying a bow behind his back, carrying a toothed blade knife at his waist, his arms were folded, his eyes were cold and quiet, behind him, there was a black panther whose fur was as smooth as water satin, the leopard opened its eyes, and its light yellow pupils seemed to be able to break through the night, overlooking Zhou Shuang's neck.

Zhou Shuang's heart was cold, and the stinking scolding that he was about to say swallowed his stomach directly.

He fell to his knees, hung his head, and said respectfully:

"I've seen Lord Nangong. ”