Ding Li walked into the formation and stood still, looking at the surrounding sandbags, he couldn't help but shiver.

"Are you ready?" Ding Peng shouted from outside the formation.

"Let's go, Daddy. Xiao Li took a posture and responded. I saw Luo Jing pick up the long stick and hit the sandbag, bang, the sandbag hit Ding Li, Ding Li saw that his toes slipped and dodged the attack sideways, but before he could be happy, there was a blow from behind, Ding Li didn't have time to turn around and could only stand on tiptoe, his body turned half a circle, and narrowly avoided the sandbag, but before he could stand firm, the sound of "bang, bang, bang" kept ringing, at first he could still rely on the sound to identify the direction of the attack, but as the frequency of the sound accelerated, it was as if sandbags from all directions were hitting him together.

"Ah!", Ding Li was hit in the back by a sandbag, and the whole person flew out of the sand formation, and fell face down and ate.

He slowly got up, with a painful expression on his face, and there was a pain in his back, as if he had been kicked from behind, and he felt like his whole body was going to fall apart, and his backhand kept stroking his back.

"Go on, go in. Ding Peng said expressionlessly. Xiao Li looked at his unsmiling father and pouted, and obediently walked into the sand formation, his father was very strict in cultivation. But when Ding Li re-entered the sand formation, Ding Peng's distressed eyes betrayed him.

Ahh

Ding Li screamed again and again, and his body was thrown out of the formation again and again, his clothes were broken, his face was gray, his body seemed to be disassembled, and he didn't feel that the part of his body was intact.

"Alright, let's get here today. Ding Peng walked up to Xiao Li who was about to get up and said.

"Great, yes, I can finally go home and rest. Xiao Li happily turned over, lying on the ground and shouting happily.

Ding Peng looked at Ding Li on the ground with a strange expression, and smiled rarely: "Who told you that you can rest?

"Ah......" Ding Li directly turned his feet to the sky, his eyes were dark, and he wanted to die.

He sat on the stone and watched Ding Peng set up a platform and brought a large iron pot, which was filled with black sand. This is iron sand, Ding Li remembers, and it is sold in the town.

I don't know what my father is going to do, Ding Li looked patiently on the side, only to see Ding Peng put the iron pot on the wooden frame in the shape of an inverted triangle, put a few pieces of wood under the frame, sprinkled a bunch of sawdust, took out the fire fold, "bear" lit the firewood, the iron pot was placed on it and was roasted by the fire, after a long time, there was a slight crackling sound in the pot, and smoke came out from the surface of the sand.

Ding Peng did these things and beckoned Ding Li to come over. Ding Li walked to the iron pot and looked at Ding Peng puzzled, Ding Peng said: "Daddy, today I want to teach you a set of martial arts, called Iron Sand Palm, which is a mortal-level low-grade martial art." ”

General martial arts are divided into mortal ranks, spirit levels, earth levels, and heavenly levels, but legend has it that there are higher god-level martial arts and self-created martial arts, and each level is divided into, upper, middle, and lower three grades. Ding Peng's iron sand palm is the most ordinary mortal-level martial art, but it is still very rare in this remote mountain village.

After Ding Peng finished explaining, he stopped talking nonsense, stood in front of the iron pot with his feet, tied up his horse, raised his hands, and "drank", his right hand was inserted down into the iron sand in the red-hot iron pot, and then quickly pulled out, and then his left hand was quickly inserted and withdrawn, constantly alternating, Ding Li was terrified on the side.

After a demonstration, Ding Peng withdrew his palm, Ding Li took a closer look worriedly, and saw that the surface of Ding Peng's hands was covered with a layer of oil, but there were no traces of being burned or rubbed off by iron sand, but the palm of his hand was dyed black because of the carbon ash in the sand, and it was glowing in the sun.

Under Ding Li's amazement, Ding Peng walked to a wooden stake, put his hands flat towards the sky, slowly raised it to the position of his chest, made a gesture of luck, and hit it with one palm.

Bang!

The stake shattered, broke into several sections, and shot into the distance, scattering the sawdust all over the place.

Seeing this scene, Ding Li grew his mouth in surprise, "Daddy is really amazing, this is the power of martial arts?"

Ding Peng turned around and said calmly: "Now, let's start."