The cold wind howled, rushing down from the towering steep mountain tops, sweeping through the surrounding white valleys, crossing the ice and snow hills of the snow field, splashing clouds of silver needles and jade chips.

Jiang Ming stood bare-chested, standing on top of the glacier, practicing Fuhu Fist over and over again.

His chest and abdomen rose and fell, swallowing and exhaling regularly, and the whole person exuded a fierce momentum, like a real tiger in one move, breathtaking.

If the external practice is the form, the internal practice is the meaning...... The combination of form and meaning can exert the maximum power of Fuhu Fist.

As he breathed, Jiang Ming's skin gradually became red, exuding a trace of white gas...... But in the end, it still subsided, and the blood qi in the body still could not be completely controlled.

"The breathing method has been almost mastered, but it is still almost meaningless when it comes to smelting blood strength."

Jiang Ming muttered to himself, slowly stopped his movements, and returned to the wooden house.

The fragrance of Chinese medicine is permeating the house, and a pot of medicinal herbs is simmering on the stove, red blood vine, golden worm ginseng, and toadstool mushrooms...... Of course, the most important thing is still the fire cloud grass.

After coming to this world for a long time, Jiang Ming realized that the rarity of Huoyun Grass, even for those high-ranking martial artists, is a rare treasure that can be encountered but cannot be sought, and it is of great use to the progress of martial arts......

When the medicinal soup was stewed and a little colder, Jiang Ming drank it directly, and the medicinal herbs were not wasted, and they were all eaten.

Call~

When the medicinal soup entered his abdomen, Jiang Ming immediately felt the wisps of fiery power spread along his limbs, and at this moment, he seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

The blood qi in the body seems to be more active at this time......

Jiang Ming threw down the medicine jar and immediately rushed outside the house, standing in the ice and snow, and continued to practice the Undulating Tiger Boxing.

Running over and over again, Jiang Ming could feel the blood qi in his body stirring, as if forming a stream of heat rushing wildly, rushing in his body.

He subconsciously operated the breathing method, trying to channel and control the rushing heat...... But it never worked.

Jiang Ming's eyes were a little red from the impact of blood, and when he was upset, a trace of realization suddenly rose in his mind:

"If you want to subdue the tiger, you must be more fierce than the tiger and more ruthless than the tiger......"

It turns out that this is the true meaning of Fuhu Fist!

He has the power of immortality, and no matter what the situation is, he always thinks that there is still room for it, so he has never really been ruthless......

Even when killing those few vendors, it is more of a rational consideration.

When practicing martial arts, although Jiang Ming persevered and never slackened, he never had the kind of belief in moving forward bravely, and he took a break when he was tired of practicing, thinking that his life was infinite and that he would succeed one day......

But the meaning of the tiger should not be like this, but a kind of fearless edge where the brave wins when the canyon meets.

It's not that you want to fight, but you have to fight!

"In that case, I won't take you down today...... Lao Tzu won't give up! ”

A ferocity rose in Jiang Ming's heart, and he tried his best to practice the Fuhu Fist, gradually ...... His breathing seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of the blood and qi in his body, gradually indistinguishing from each other.

Rumble!

Jiang Ming threw the last punch and suddenly stopped.

At this time, he naturally operated the internal breathing method, his breath was thick and long, and the whole person seemed to contain an inexplicable power.

Under his skin, the red light flashed away, and the blood and qi of his whole body moved with the rhythm of his breathing, and the shape was scattered, and it was completely smelted by Jiang Ming, evolving a new kind of power - blood energy.

Jiang Ming took a deep breath suddenly, condensed the power of blood strength, and smashed his fist on the ice river.

Bang~

The ice splattered, and a hole the size of a human head appeared on the ice, revealing the river flowing beneath the ice.

Jiang Ming shook his slightly numb arm, unscathed.

"Months of penance...... Eventually become a warrior! ”

"From today onwards, I can be considered to have truly embarked on the path of martial arts."

Jiang Ming's heart was surging, and he became more and more convinced that there must be a path to cultivating immortals in this world.

Because of the martial arts alone, Jiang Ming was extremely shocked, and smashed through the thick ice with the power of a punch, and he was unscathed...... This is simply not the power that mortals can have.

Then he gasped: "But this blood energy consumption is too great, and this punch will kill most of my blood energy...... You still have to continue to cultivate, and control your blood energy to run your whole body as soon as possible, so that you can step into the third-rate realm, so as to control more blood qi. ”

As for the second-rate martial artists, they need to temper the skin membrane with blood strength, and the top ones are almost invulnerable, and they are first-class strongmen.

However, stepping into a second-rate martial artist, normally speaking, there are no ten or twenty years of kung fu, so don't even think about it......

"Although I am not short of time, this safe town ...... Indeed, it is time to leave. ”

After breaking through the excitement of the martial arts, Jiang Ming also began to think about the way forward.

The many medicinal materials in this Yunmeng Mountain are a treasure, but he has no recipe for practicing martial secret medicine, and every time a pot of messy stew almost wastes most of the medicinal effect.

It didn't matter if you weren't a martial artist before, but if you want to continue practicing martial arts in the future, I'm afraid this method won't work, maybe drinking ten cans won't have any effect......

Jiang Ming wanted to learn more advanced martial arts, real combat methods, or he wanted to use martial arts secret elixirs to assist in cultivation...... These are all things that Ping'an Town can't give.

Only in the city of Dayunfu did he have what he needed.

"And I can't always be a herb picker......"

Gou Dao is not an immutable low-key act, but according to his own strength, time and opportunity, choose the most appropriate way to act, in order to survive smoothly in this world.

When Jiang Ming was weak, when he was an ordinary medicine picker, secretly saving money and practicing martial arts, there was naturally no problem.

But now that he has become a martial artist, he needs to earn more money to maintain the cost of martial arts, and he needs to spend more effort to seek a higher level of cultivation, if he pretends to be a medicine collector again...... It's only going to get more and more out of place.

"After this winter, I will go to Fucheng ......"

Jiang Ming thought back to what he had seen and heard when he went to Fucheng last time, and gradually made a decision......

……

In the cold winter, Ping'an Town is a lot more lively.

Many people in the town usually work in the city, but now that the New Year is approaching, they all return to the town to kill pigs and chickens and prepare New Year's goods.

Although they live in poverty, they have no money to go home for the New Year, and for these poor people, this may be the biggest hope for the whole year......

Jiang Ming stepped on the snow and returned from the depths of the mountain forest.

He likes to be quiet, but he is not a hermit, and during the New Year, there must always be a bit of fireworks.

In addition, that Ah Fei is going to marry in Layue, and he also has a share of the money from a fish, so he has to eat it back......

Greeting people he knew or didn't know along the way, Jiang Ming returned home with the medicine basket on his back.

"I haven't been at home for a few months, I'm afraid it's already a mess...... Huh? ”

Jiang Ming looked at the door, a little stunned.