"The weather was fine just now, but now it's raining."

Bean-sized rain falls to the ground.

Splash up dust.

After Zhu Xiaowu said goodbye to Su Heng, he patted his head and left, and his figure quickly disappeared at the corner of the mountain road.

Su Heng stood silently under the eaves of the dilapidated restaurant, and the rain in front of him fell like a bead curtain.

He really wanted to ask just now, is the name Hongwu serious?

As a result, people have not yet reacted.

Zhu Xiaowu has already run away without a shadow.

"Forget it..."

Su Heng shook his head and simply didn't think about it.

Everyone has their own opportunities and goals, and for Su Heng, he just wants to become stronger, to protect himself and his relatives in troubled times.

If he can do this, Su Heng still hopes that he can live a little longer.

Walk around more, experience more things.

That's already good.

……

Su Heng said goodbye to Zhu Xiaowu.

Back home.

Beginning to practice the true meaning of the Hong Elephant is also the last piece of the puzzle of the true skill of the Hong Elephant.

At the same time, Su Heng also used various means to inquire about the truth of the news of the immortal medicine in Wukui Mountain, and the layers of veils shrouded in Wukui Mountain were gradually unveiled by Su Heng.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

……

In the fifteenth year of Zheng, the world was in turmoil, and the heroes rose together.

Guo Zixing of Jiangzhou, gathered thousands of people to take Haozhou Mansion at night, set up the Sequoia Army, and took Dongning, Dongchang, Guangping, and Shunde within a few months, with tens of thousands of soldiers, called the King of Fengyang, famous all over the world, and it was very prosperous!

The capital city of Haozhou.

In a hidden underground vault.

One side is wide and performs martial arts, and the huge word "Yan" is written with blood-red paint.

Around the stage, huge red candles were placed on the poles erected one by one, burning brightly, bringing a dark red fire.

On the stage.

The two figures were standing staring at each other, and the atmosphere was dull and solidified.

On the left is a strong woman wearing a black shirt and nearly 1.9 meters tall.

Not only is it tall, but the muscles on its body are bulging with nodules, like the roots of an old tree, bulging outward piece by piece, and it is covered with scars and tattoos, which is very vicious and hideous.

The woman's hair was also tied into black braids and draped at the back of her head.

When walking, shake and shake.

It's like a predator in a science fiction movie.

In front of the woman, there was a short man about 1.6 meters tall, with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, looking a little obscene.

Directly above the ring.

An old man in gray was sitting cross-legged on a futon.

The old man clapped his hands lightly, making a crisp sound.

The two figures instantly charged forward, pulling out the afterimage. The red candles around the ring were affected by the strong wind blowing by the movements of both sides, and they shook violently.

Halfway through.

The iron-blooded woman punched forward.

Her body was wrapped with all her strength, her palms piercing the air, and special scale marks appeared on her arms.

The short man's complexion changed slightly.

forcibly changed his direction, and at the same time turned his fist into a palm, and slapped heavily on the joint of the woman's arm.

Bang!

Two different forces collide with each other.

Make a crisp sound.

The woman's body was like a mountain, and she stood there without the slightest movement.

Although the man on the opposite side had tried his best to dodge and seized the opportunity to make a decisive move, the strong force he was proud of hit the woman like a tide washing over a reef.

No effective damage was dealt.

The man still seemed unconvinced, and after pulling away, he charged forward again.

The two fought for more than a dozen rounds in a row, and the crackling sound of fists and feet colliding was endless, echoing back and forth in the closed room, and the strong forces collided with each other, blowing a strong wind.

Large red candles were blown down and extinguished.

Click!

The man's figure was like a swallow, hovering around the tall body of the iron-blooded woman.

But after a long time, the flaws were finally revealed.

One of his arms, after the collision of strength, was slightly numb, and before he could withdraw in time, he was grabbed by the iron-blooded woman.

The man secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good.

But it's too late.

A powerful force came, and then the world swirled.

Bang!

After severe pain.

The man's eyes were dark, and he was already smashed to the ground by a heavy round.

He struggled to open his eyes, and a blackened iron fist rapidly dilated in his pupils, and subtle white air currents wrapped around the fist, like a ribbon of clear visibility.

Swish!

The iron fist was less than half a centimeter from the man's cheek.

Stop steadily.

But the strong wind that could whistle in, the man's face that was still hanging trembled and he was in severe pain.

"Senior brother, concede!" The iron-blooded woman took a step back, clasped her hands into fists, and bowed her head to the short man.

"Thank you for your mercy."

The man seemed to be still immersed in the fear of facing death just now, and did not come back to his senses.

His face turned pale, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva dryly.

He quickly turned away from the ring.

"My iron-clad scale armor skill has been cultivated to the point of great success, and it is only one step away from refining the strength of the martial artist." This iron-blooded woman with dreadlocks on her hair is Su Heng and Su Ping's eldest sister, Su Tong.

Su Tong stood in front of the old man and said in a low tone: "When can I leave here and look for my younger brothers and sisters?" ”

"Your two younger siblings are doing well now, your younger brother has joined a local gang and has also become a blood refining martial artist." The old man on the futon opened his eyes.

The originally indifferent gaze also took on a little softness after seeing Su Tong.

However, that emotion was fleeting.

His voice, as always, was indifferent and cold, not mixed with any emotions, "When you have full of strength and stepped into the realm of refining martial arts, I will allow you to go out and move freely." ”

"Good!"

……

Deling County, Southbridge Street.

The weather was gloomy, it had just rained heavily, and the black cumulus clouds were still hanging over the sky, showing no signs of dissipating.

In a courtyard full of cabbage.

Su Heng's upper body was naked, and a black stone one person high was placed in front of him.

He coughed twice, inhaled hard, and then breathed into the dantian, opened his mouth, and a dragon-like roar came out of Su Heng's mouth.

There seemed to be some strange power in that roar.

Water droplets suspended on vegetable leaves, doors and windows.

were all shattered by this force.

Half an hour later.

Su Heng felt a little ashamed, closed his mouth, and the strange roar disappeared.

"No wonder the price of the Dragon Elephant True Intent, a blood refining martial art, is far lower than that of other categories of blood refining martial arts. In terms of lethality alone, this martial art is basically the most crotch-pulling I have ever seen, and whoever learns it is a waste. ”

Su Heng shook his head and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Although Hong Xiang's true intent has been cultivated by him to the point of great success.

But for now.

As the main attack type of blood refining martial arts, even if this martial art is cultivated to the stage of Dacheng, its role is very limited.

Compared with blood refining martial arts such as Hong Xiang Fist, Dragon Claw Gong, and Flying Dragon Legs, there is a big gap.

But weak also has weak benefits.

Although the effect of Hong Xiang's true intent is a little worse, the cultivation consumes less qi and blood.

Compared to other blood refining martial arts, Hong Xiang really wanted to cultivate to the Dacheng stage, which was much less difficult.

"Next, you can try to gather strength..."

With Hong Xiang's true intention cultivation to the end of his life, Su Heng had already completed five blood refining. Every time you refine blood, it represents an all-round improvement in physical fitness.

Five blood refining, superimposed strength, and then superimposed by the huge increase brought by the copper skin and iron bone talent.

When the time comes, even if you meet a real martial artist.

Su Heng also had the certainty of victory.