In the quiet room, the shouting and cheering on the martial arts training ground seemed far away.

Hong Li calmly accepted Hong Fan's bowing etiquette.

As the division commander, he looked at the handsome and outstanding face of the young man in front of him, as well as his calm and tenacious temperament, but for some reason, he felt in his heart that the three pills just now were still thin.

So, he made another promise.

"That's it, I know that you have always practiced martial arts hard, and I am sorry to teach you to practice; In the future, if you have any more trouble, come to me. ”

The words blurted out, Hong Li habitually straightened his face and shouldered his hands, and was about to leave.

When one foot stepped out of the threshold, he couldn't help but stop.

"Hong Fan, don't practice those tricks in the future."

Hong Li instructed.

"There are endless types of martial arts, such as hard skills and poisonous palms, if you take the initiative to get close, aren't you asking for hardship? Keeping in mind that the body is fundamental! ”

He added.

Seeing Hong Fan respectfully being taught, the old teacher nodded, and finally felt relieved.

"You're just recovering from your injuries, so go back to rest early today."

Leaving the last sentence, Hong Li didn't seem to like himself to be verbose, so he took three steps and made two steps, and walked back to the martial arts training ground.

Under the golden light, he casually instructed the disciples who were practicing as usual.

Then the white beard cocked and hummed a Liangzhou minor tune.

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The sun and the moon rise and fall, and it is never delayed because of personnel.

On the 10th and 11th days of March, the Hong family's ethnology operated as usual.

The only difference is that Hong An took two days off and didn't come.

In fact, everyone knows that he is fine, but he was knocked down in public, and he couldn't wipe his face for a while.

As the victor of the conflict, Hong Fan's status among his children can be said to have an immediate effect.

Not to mention verbal and physical bullying, even the frivolous glances that always fall on him on weekdays have completely disappeared.

The so-called fight with one punch, lest a hundred punches come, this is the case.

Hong Fan rises, and the most polished is Hong Fu.

When he practiced, he teamed up with his friends steadily, and he no longer had to worry about being used as a target for anger.

In the past two days, the little fat man's steps to the ethnology have been brisk.

"Brother Fan, be careful."

On the martial arts training field, Hong Fu signaled softly, and swung out a swing of Aiki.

Hong Fan held his hand on the outside and easily blocked it.

After seven or eight rounds of attack and defense, he was dry, and not a drop of sweat came out of his forehead.

"Brother Fan, you're different now."

Hong Fu shook his slightly numb wrist and said enviously.

"If I can fight like you, see if Hong An dares to be powerful in front of me!"

"You're wrong."

Hong Fan replied with a smile.

"If you want not to be bullied, you never need to prove that you are the strongest."

"In my opinion, you're good enough for now."

When Hong Fu heard this, he obviously didn't believe it: "Don't fool me, if you don't beat Hong An, where will they be afraid of you?" ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the little overlord Hong Ping.

This guy is throwing punches and kicks as much as he wants, leaving his partner tired to cope.

"It's not just absolute force that is feared."

Hong Fan shook his head.

"The ability to make the opponent bear the loss, the determination to dare to fight back at any time, the two are enough."

"After all, in this world, there are many people who are keen to harm others and benefit themselves, but there are very few people who are willing to harm others and harm themselves."

Hong Fu was silent for a while when he heard this, and only sighed faintly after a while.

"Brother Fan, what you said is not easier than being able to fight......"

He cleaned up his mood, drew his breath and punched, and was easily slapped away by Hong Fan again.

The sparring is over, and another day has passed.

March 12 is the day of rest for ethnology.

After four days of hard work, most of the children of the Hong family will release themselves in the way of dogs and horses.

Hong Beam did not join them.

After breakfast, he left the city alone from the southeast, to the verdant hills outside the city.

After going deep into the mountains for seven or eight miles, Hong Fan stopped in a deserted glade.

He's here to practice the sand world.

For the sake of secrecy, since the night he suffocated the two wolf greens, Hong Fan has not used the authority of the Star Monarch for five days.

When he entered the mountain today, he wanted to make a comprehensive assessment of the current limits of the sand world.

The first is sand making.

Hong Fan stood on the grass and pressed his palm on the ground with one hand.

As soon as his mind moved, the true yuan poured into the Du pulse from the upper dantian.

The change occurs between the five fingers.

Between breaths, the brown soil is rapidly dehydrated, and its organic components are discarded in the tumbling process.

Soon, where the palm of the hand is pressed, several thousand grams of uniform and pure sand accumulate.

"Well, there's a way, at least you don't need to carry a gourd with you."

Hong Fan laughed at himself in a low voice.

With his current sand production speed, it is obviously useless to encounter unexpected situations.

Fortunately, there may be a shortage of everything in Jinhai City, that is, there is no shortage of sand.

"Then there's the maximum control distance."

Hong Fan got up, his right hand was weak, and he sucked a handful of freshly made fine sand into his palm.

The true yuan sprayed thin, and the sand wind suddenly rolled out, and it was only about three meters strong, and then it lost its strength and floated around.

The new Xingjun was silent.

"The maximum attack distance is three meters, and the lethality after getting rid of it is about the same as that of an adult's full thrust......"

After a while, he assessed in a low voice.

"Out of this range, it can basically only be regarded as dust."

There is one last test left – ultimate strength.

With a wave of his hand, Hong Fan sucked the flying sand and dust back into his palm, and quickly shaped it into a solid cone.

Then, he stepped forward suddenly, and pressed his palm on the towering tree beside him.

With a muffled thud, the sand cone shattered in half, and the smoke and dust filled again.

"The bark was crushed, leaving half-centimeter-thick scars on the hardwood."

Hong Fan carefully examines the "results".

The strength of the sand world after the rebirth of Nirvana is still very average.

In terms of efficiency, a sand weapon is far less effective than a dagger or a hardwood club.

"It's not good for offense, but if it's used for defense, it can still cancel out a lot of damage."

While assessing, Hong Fan flattened his palms and watched as the sand cone that was half short in his palm softened at high speed and reshaped into a pair of fist armors.

But before he could test it, the armor collapsed on its own.

His true essence has been depleted.

"In terms of practicality, it far surpasses the Yanliugong of the same realm, but the energy consumption is much greater."

Hong Fan concluded.

Although the results of the test just now looked average, he didn't feel that the sand world was weak at all, as he was also Kochi in his previous life.

On the contrary, it is very deadly.

Clearly, sand control can clog the trachea and cover the erosion of the facial features in close combat.

When used properly, it is enough to defeat the strong with the weak.

In terms of darkness, Hong Fan can deliberately create open wounds in "sparring", and then control the dirty dust to invade the opponent's body.

This hand "100% creates wound infection", which is no different from being highly toxic in this era when there are no antibiotics.

Even the families of the deceased can only consider themselves unlucky - after all, such a thing as an "abscess attack" is "providential".

After the sand world was rehearsed, Hong Fan took the tree as the target and practiced the Yanliu Gong.

Flow focuses, and time flies.

The sun was setting in the west, and Hong Fan used the restored true yuan to lift all the sand and dust scattered on the ground into the air to ensure that the traces were eliminated before returning.