Chapter 7: Hunting
I saw Zhang Hao in the air, not flustered, his right foot stepped lightly, just on the instep kicked out by Wang Zihong, and the whole person flipped back in the air and landed steadily a foot away. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
"Good!" Wang Zihong stood firm, beads of sweat poured out on his forehead, and the last kick seemed to be an emergency move, but the position of the step was extremely clever, which not only restrained his offensive, but also happened to take advantage of the strength to leap back.
And if the other party settles a little heavier and steps on a more tricky position, I am afraid that I will suffer some losses. If it's just a coincidence, if it's the other party's intention, if it's not someone with extremely rich combat experience, it has a strong ability to change into fighters.
Wang Zihong was also slightly annoyed in his heart, the other party was very measured just now, and obviously he had not used all his strength, although he suppressed his cultivation, but after all, he had the foundation of the innate realm, and he couldn't force him out of the limit.
"Brother Zhang, I see that you didn't do your best just now, so it's better not to keep your hands this time." Wang Zihong said.
After that, he rubbed his body and came out with his fists and feet, not giving Zhang Hao a chance to breathe, and in dozens of breaths, the two of them had fought more than 100 times.
"Tail swing!" Zhang Hao seized the opportunity and used another sidespin flying kick, but the target was Wang Zihong's shoulder.
That Wang Zihong's body leaned slightly, and he also flew out with a whip leg, but when he saw Zhang Hao's kick, there was not only a whistling sound, but also a faint yellow light.
"Impossible!" Wang Zihong exclaimed in his heart, the move is a sign of practicing to the fullest, and if you can practice the boxing technique to the fullest, you can increase the strength by fifty percent.
"Smack!" The two legs exchanged blows, Zhang Hao took more than ten steps back before he stood still, and Wang Zihong was also forced to take two steps back.
"Thank you Brother Wang for your mercy," Zhang Hao thanked him.
Wang Zihong was even more shocked in his heart, if he hadn't used his internal qi just now, he would have lost this competition, but Zhang Hao did not use his internal qi, but purely responded with the power of his body and moves.
"Brother Zhang doesn't have to be too modest, I lost this time," Wang Zihong smiled slightly, and said: "I don't know if Brother Zhang intends to change the court, the Wang family is willing to solicit ten times the honorarium." ”
"Brother Wang laughed, the Mo family is kind to me, and besides, how can I, Zhang Hao, be the one who forgets his righteousness." Zhang Hao said with a straight face.
Seeing Zhang Hao's resolute face, Wang Zihong had no choice but to give up, raised his hand, and let Heipi take Zhang Hao out.
"Brother, it's obvious that he took more than a dozen steps back, why did you lose?" The prince pounced on him and asked.
"You know a fart, you usually don't want to practice if you want to practice hard, remember, you are not allowed to provoke this Zhang Hao in the future," Wang Zihong said with a serious face: "Also, no one is allowed to say this to the outside!" ”
Early the next morning, Zhang Hao had just returned from practicing in the forest, but was stopped by Fang Ping.
It turned out that Mo Shaotang was going to go into the mountains to hunt today, and he was looking for a few guards to accompany him, and the relationship between Fang Ping and Zhang Hao was getting better and better in the past few days, so he called him together.
Five more guards were called, bows, arrows, knives and guns were taken, and the group went out into the mountains.
"Where are we going?" Seeing that the team had been walking for a long time without stopping, Zhang Hao asked Fang Ping.
"Farther away, the young owner only kills fierce beasts, and ordinary beasts will ask us to do it for us." Fang Ping replied.
"Fierce... Beast! Zhang Hao was a little dizzy, he had also seen other medicine farmers when he was collecting medicine, the corpses that were killed by the beast were really miserable, and the cruelty and speed of this beast were far beyond the beast.
"Don't be unproductive, no matter how you say it now, you are also a martial artist, and there are so many of us, what are you afraid of!" Fang Ping glanced at Zhang Hao with great disdain.
Although Zhang Hao's fist power has increased greatly, he thinks that he is not the opponent of the fierce beast, and he himself feels that if he fights with the fierce beasts in the mountains, he may lose more than win, after all, the claws of the beasts are comparable to the sharp sword.
At noon, the group finally found their first prey, a half-man-tall spotted boar, which could only be regarded as a wild beast.
"Zhang Hao, do you dare to fight?" Mo Shaotang saw that it was just an ordinary beast, and if everyone was beaten, he was afraid that he would not be able to survive a round, and it would not be very interesting, so he asked Zhang Hao.
Despite its large size, this spotted boar is not a carnivorous beast, and its attack power is low, so it will not hurt too badly if it is hit.
Although Zhang Hao has not been practicing martial arts for a long time, he is quite famous in the village with his divine power. Moreover, after Zhang Hao absorbed the essence of flesh and blood every day, his physical fitness was far beyond that of ordinary martial artists, so he also responded with confidence: "I am willing to fight!" ”
The wild boar did not run away when he saw people, but only arched the ground in the distance to find something to eat.
Zhang Hao stepped forward with a spear, and the wild boar raised his head, and when he saw Zhang Hao approaching, two columns of air erupted from his nose, looking quite unfriendly.
Zhang Hao took a few steps closer, and the spotted boar roared, rushing straight towards Zhang Hao like a mountain of meat, Zhang Hao jumped to the side, and the spear in his hand stabbed down on the wild boar.
The wild boar skin didn't know how thick it was, Zhang Hao only inserted the spearhead with all his strength, the wild boar didn't seem to feel it, and continued to rush forward, if Zhang Hao didn't let go quickly, he would have been dragged to the ground by the wild boar.
The boar rushed to the end, and then he felt the pain, let out a terrible howl, turned his head and rushed up more viciously.
Zhang Hao dodged to avoid the wild boar's fangs, and with a tiger bone fist in his right hand, he made a tiger roar that almost tore the air, and smashed it on the side of the boar's face, knocking the wild boar to the ground and rolling several times in a row.
Zhang Hao still didn't give up, and caught up and greeted the full set of tiger bone fist moves on the pig's head, and the image was quite vicious.
Mo Shaotang and Fang Ping couldn't help but look at each other.
"Last time you said that he was talented, I didn't believe it, but I didn't expect to practice Tiger Bone Fist to a small size in just a few days," Mo Shaotang said with some surprise: "Although I haven't practiced internal qi, but with this inhuman divine power, I'm afraid it's not much better than the acquired martial artist, and he actually knocked out such a big wild boar with one punch." ”
With this first time, it was much easier for Zhang Hao to make another move, and when he returned in the afternoon, he hit three more prey, among which there were two fierce beasts, which were beaten by Zhang Hao's old fist, and they were miserable, and the other fierce beast was hunted by Mo Shaotang himself.
After hunting the fierce beast, Mo Shaotang seemed to be happy, and a few people carried the prey to Mojiazhuang and returned.
"I heard that you haven't cultivated your internal qi, and I have a condensing incense here, which should help you a little." On the way back, Mo Shaotang took out a purple short incense stick and handed it to Zhang Hao.
"Thank you Mo Shao Zhuang Master," Zhang Hao didn't know that this thing was precious, and he was overjoyed to take the incense.
At night, when his mother and sister were asleep, Zhang Hao came to the next room alone, lit the incense, and sat quietly.
A pleasant fragrance filled the air, Zhang Hao only felt that his body was light, as if suspended in the air, so he quietly felt the cultivation of the breath in the body, and wanted to practice the internal qi.
It's just that after a stick of incense was burned, Zhang Hao didn't feel any internal qi, and couldn't help but feel even more discouraged.
Lying on the bed, Zhang Hao sighed: "I can't even practice my internal qi with condensing incense, is it possible that I, Zhang Hao, still can't become an innate martial artist after all?" Since there is a blood-colored rune that absorbs the essence of flesh and blood, why not just have another rune to practice internal qi? ”
"Hey, I'm really greedy," Zhang Hao said in his heart: "Having this blood-colored rune is already a great creation, if you can't practice internal qi, you won't practice it, and this blood-colored rune can continuously strengthen the physical body, and it may not be worse than cultivating internal qi in the future." ”
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