The remnant sun shines in the evening, red like blood.

In the distance, the clouds and sunlight continued, setting off a crimson color.

The afterglow sprinkled on the forest, and the green cypress was delicate.

The weary birds that have returned home have their singing voices, and the running beasts have called each other. A hungry tiger let out an angry roar, and the roar startled countless finches in the forest.

The last rays of the setting sun set on the western mountains, and the forest was already covered with a layer of twilight.

The waterfall that flowed down was turbulent and agitated, smashing on the cold pool, making a loud noise.

Under the waterfall, a slender figure stood against the water. He bowed his waist and tied his horse, playing a set of foreign boxing techniques at a glance.

The turbulent and violent water kept washing over the figure, and it seemed that the boy would not give up until he was slapped into the cold pool.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind blows from east to west, north and south.

Regardless of the turbulence of the water, the water in the pool is cold, and the young man does not move. Practicing that simple and heavy boxing technique over and over again.

After a full thirteen times, the young man regained his momentum, and his breath was slightly closed.

With both feet stepping on the stone slab, the body is like an electric flight out of the waterfall, and the toes are a few taps on the pond water, sweeping out a distance of 100 zhang to the shore.

While Bai Feng used internal force to dry his wet body, he carefully experienced the transportation of qi and blood around his body when he practiced boxing in the water just now.

"Shield Armor Hundred Refining" is worthy of Ji Wuye's secret practice of the best-class body training secret technique, and the essence of it is really wonderful.

In just thirteen cultivations, the blood and qi tempered by the floating qi and blood around Bai Feng's body were combined and condensed into one.

Copper skin, steel bar, iron bone, chalcedony, sacred treasure.

"Hundred Tempering Shields" is divided into five realms from the outside to the inside.

Cultivators concentrate their hearts and minds, mobilize the qi and blood of the whole body with the true intention of martial arts, and wash the muscles and bones of the whole body, and externally use various cherished secret medicines to smear the big acupoints around the body, and constantly "stack armor" for their bodies.

When you practice to Dacheng, you can not only have a copper head and iron arm without injury, but also strengthen your internal organs, and poison and evil will be easy to dispel.

Ji Wuye has been practicing penance since he was a child, and he has been able to reach the realm of iron bones for more than 30 years, but he has been given the title of the strongest general in South Korea in a hundred years.

Of course, there are Koreans who are small and small and boastful, but the strength of this horizontal practice method can also be seen.

Bai Feng did not have a secret medicine available at this time, and he could not maximize the power of this divine skill.

But Fang Cai's cultivation had already made him feel the power of this exercise.

Raising his hand to pull the wet hair on his forehead to the side, Bai Feng couldn't stop rejoicing in his heart: "It's really worth my adventure, this skill is obviously more suitable for me than the Xuanbing Secret Technique."

It is difficult to refine, and the first qualification is the first priority. Those who can practice external skills to a high level have always been one in a million.

Thinking back to the masters of the world, the most outstanding of them should be Bai Qi, the world's number one master eighteen years ago.

Bai Qi is gifted, and he is a first-class master in the world with both internal and external skills.

If it weren't for being feared by King Qin Zhaoxiang, he would be disheartened and go to death after being suppressed. I'm afraid that no one in the world can hurt him in the slightest.

After Bai Qi's death, Zhu Hai, the general of Wei, inherited the title of the first warrior of Henglian.

This person is also a peerless master who has refined his external skills into the Divine Collection, and he is also the master of the Thousand Commanders of Wei Wushu, who is known as the copper-headed iron arm in the original play.

It's a pity that he was involved in the battle between Wei Wangxi and Xinlingjun and lost his life early.

As the first disciple of the Armor Sect, Dianqing's qualifications and strength are also superb.

In the original play, he picked up thirteen chariots on the battlefield without being injured, and when he won the Shennong Order, he protected the Zhu family against the explosion without hindrance, which caused countless fans to exclaim.

But he had a lack of heart, and his god was not hidden, and he was broken by his own stupid sister with a cup of poisoned wine, and died tragically in the hands of the second fool Tian Ci.

The end of a generation of heroes is not sad.

Bai Feng has the body of a dragon and a tiger, and his strength and strength far exceed that of ordinary people. In terms of external qualifications alone, Bai Feng's talent can be called the first in the world.

Ji Wuye's realm of seeking but not being able to get it is easy for Bai Feng to get it.

If he can endure his temperament and keep the essence level, even the fivefold divine treasure realm will not have a chance to practice.

Thinking of Bai Qi's peerless demeanor, Bai Feng's heart pounded.

Count the romantic figures, but also look at the present day.

A good man should be immortal, practice the strongest martial arts, drink the strongest wine, and ride the proudest mare to do a great career!

The night is full of stars, the moon is waning, the breeze is blowing, the shadows of the trees are swinging with the wind, and the young shoots and new branches are dancing boundless.

Bai Feng lay on his back on the riverbank, squinting his eyes comfortably.

At this time, the mountains and rivers are moonlight, and it is quiet.

But beautiful things are like flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, fragile and fleeting.

As the wildflowers swayed beside him, two astonishing murderous auras approached at their own speed.

Floating light, flying by, setting off a wave in the forest.

The corners of the young man's mouth curled, and he didn't panic at all. It seemed that he had expected someone to come, and he easily dodged the attacking hidden weapon with a harrier.

"Two of the three commanders of the Ink Crow, the Red Bird, and the Hundred Birds are here, and the general really looks up to me."

Standing up to the comer, the young man's clear face did not show the slightest fear.

The people who came were none other than the leaders of the Hundred Bird Killer Regiment, the Crow and the Red Bird.

Mo Crow still looked so miserable and silent, he didn't say a word, and stared at the young man by the pool fixedly.

It seems that he wants to keep the other party's appearance firmly in his mind, and it seems that he wants to recognize the true face of the other party.

However, the red bird seems to have a great interest in Bai Feng, he pinched the orchid in his hand, and said coquettishly: "What a little brother with a logo, no wonder he can be valued by the commander of Mo."

After taking two steps forward, Dan's lips opened slightly: "It's a pity that your handsome little face doesn't deserve a good head, don't you know that you have to pay back with your life if you take something you shouldn't take?"

Bai Feng glanced sideways at the fiery red figure, and a look of disgust overflowed between his eyebrows.

"If you want to fight, you can fight, what do you say, dead shemale."

When Honghu heard this, he couldn't help but look hateful, although he was good at Longyang, he was most jealous of others scolding other demons.

He threw out a hexagonal dart in his left hand, and his figure flew forward, and he shouted angrily:

"Little miscellaneous pieces, since you are in a hurry to send you to death, my aunt and grandmother will send you back to the West today."

Bai Feng turned his head slightly to let go of the attacking hidden weapon, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, his body did not retreat but advanced, and he shot out towards the two people in front of him.

With his fingertips swiped on his waist, he turned out two frost daggers, and met the two people who came from black and red.

The ink crow came first, and the two figures, one black and one white, approached quickly. The strength of his body was shaking, and the sharp blade in his hand was roaring, as if he would not give up until he cut off the other party's head.

The two stared at each other's eyes tightly, and the atmosphere of murder in the air became more and more solemn.

"pounding",

The figures are staggered, and there is no room for hair, and the two tacitly accept the knife.

The ink crow poked out his right palm, grabbed the white phoenix belt and threw it back, and the white phoenix's already thunderous figure increased its speed by three points, and almost in the blink of an eye, it approached the red bird more than ten zhang behind the ink crow.

The short dagger flew over, the sword qi was swallowed, and the two waning moon-like qi slashed through the white and tender neck of the red bird in an instant.

The figures staggered, and the three of them stood with their backs, the night breeze was slightly cool, blowing a pool of spring water.

The red bird clasped his hands around his neck, and his starry eyes were full of horror and disbelief.

The corners of his lips opened and closed, as if he wanted to ask something, but he couldn't make a sound.

"flutter",

The blood-stained hands could no longer cover the wound on the neck, and the X-shaped wound spewed out a thick mist of blood.

The red bird trembled, his body involuntarily took two steps forward, his finger pointed at the ink crow, he desperately opened his mouth, but he could no longer make any sound.

With a thud, he fell to the ground, completely losing his vital signs.

The ink crow smelled the sound, shook the broken hair in front of his forehead, turned his head sideways to look back at the young man behind him, and whispered:

"Bai Feng, you have done a great job".