The wind broke for a spear and quietly stopped.

High on the hillside, the wild boar twitched several times, and the soul returned to the mountain.

The blood of the beast irrigated the snow, and the woodland was as quiet as death.

Downhill, Hong Ping gasped heavily, as if he had just been hit by the spear, and it was not until several times later that he could barely calm his heartbeat.

At that moment, he heard the teasing beside him.

"Hunting is something to blame for others, whether it succeeds or not, it depends on ability."

Hong Fan wiped the freshly melted snow from his fur sleeves and walked up the slope.

Hong Ping hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth to keep up.

After walking dozens of paces, the two stood on a high place, pulled out their spears, but stopped abruptly like wild boars before.

It turned out that behind this ridge was not a symmetrical downhill, but a knife-and-axe cliff.

Hong Fan looked over and saw that the originally smooth foothills seemed to have been dug out of thin air, forming a semicircle with a drop of hundreds of meters high.

It's the beginning of the unitary hour (five o'clock in the afternoon).

The golden sunset shines obliquely from the northwest celestial pole into the gap in the cliff, and is reflected by the ice ridges covered by the vertical rock face, like a dazzling waterfall of light, plading everything into brass.

There was no sound in heaven and earth, except for the wind whining.

"Those words just now were to amuse you."

After a moment, Hong Fan said suddenly.

"The world is a struggle for the world, and I will not be able to escape; But I really have no interest in the position of the head of the Hong family. ”

"Why?"

Hong Ping asked in a muffled voice.

He hated Hong Fan since he was a child, at first because the other party was much more handsome than him, and later because of Hong Sheng.

Recently, this dislike has been mixed with a little fear.

But at this time, in the bathing light, he inexplicably believed that the other party was telling the truth.

"Remember when I was seriously injured in March of this year?"

The scenery of Yuzhi is beautiful, Hong Fan replied leisurely.

"In the midst of my serious illness, I was in a trance, and I once dreamed ......"

"I dreamed that the blue sky is infinitely high, and the thickness of the yellow earth is limited."

"The wild boar fell in the middle, and it was vast and misty, so why worry about it?"

He smiled and stopped suddenly.

Then he suddenly got up and kicked the wild boar that had been tracking for half a day and fell off the cliff.

"Alas......"

Hong Ping screamed, his eyes chased the pig corpse downward, and watched it turn into an inconspicuous black spot.

Finally, the snow under the cliff splashed, and a vague echo of "bang" was heard in the distance.

The voice dissipated, and the heavy blocks in his heart seemed to be unloaded with this pig, and the whole person was inexplicably relaxed and happy.

"Hong Ping, Hong Ping......"

Hong Fan's voice sounded again.

The sound was mixed with the icy wind on the cliff, as if it was very close, as if it was far away.

"There are more than 200 cities in 49 counties of Dahua Kyushu, how many miles can it be longitudinal and horizontal?"

"The golden sea is just a drop in the ocean."

Hong Fan looked back and looked at his younger brother, who was only related by blood.

"If a man has the strength of his feet, he should measure the ...... of the world himself"

When Hong Ping heard this, he felt a hot breath bulging from his chest, and suddenly looked up at his brother.

Then he saw Hong Fan smile.

Narrow and splendid.

"For my brother, I guarantee that it is definitely happier than you bullying the weak in the clan science."

Stimulated by this, Hong Ping's emotions were suddenly blocked, his face turned red in an instant, and he was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack to hide in.

After a long time, it wasn't until Hong Fan turned back and went downhill that he replied in a voice that the other party couldn't hear.

"I won't anymore."

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By the afternoon of the next day, the snow had completely stopped.

The hunt has come to an end, and although I still have to spend the night in a tent today, in fact, tomorrow's schedule is just a hurry.

In the open area outside the camp, large swaths of snow were shoveled away, leveling out a blank pasture.

More than 400 people, including the children of various families, servants, and hired hunters, gathered here, all waiting for something.

"Every time you hunt, you will compete with a leader, this is the convention - people who practice martial arts, where can they not be distinguished when they get together?"

Hong Yu clasped his arms in his hands and smiled at the few people beside him.

"But in order not to hurt the harmony, this competition is generally a literary competition rather than a martial competition."

"What's the name of 'Wenbi'?"

Hong Fan asked.

"Wubi, as the name suggests, is that the two directly fight each other to win and lose."

Cui Yutang on the side took over.

"Wenbi is generally indirect - for example, comparing lightness, speed, eyesight, moves, and so on."

While a few people were talking, there was a cheer from the crowd.

Two warriors of the Li family came out of the camp carrying human-sized metal targets, made their way through the crowd, and drove them into the center of the grassland.

Hong Fan stared at it and found that the iron target was pitch black and slightly red.

"Now that the Xuantie target has been set up, the Li family is going to be more powerful than the killing method this time."

Seeing this, Hong Yu was visibly disappointed.

"It's none of our business."

He lowered his arm and sighed.

"Why did my cousin destroy his own morale like this?"

Hong Ping was puzzled and obviously unconvinced.

Hong Yu did not defend himself, but looked at Cui Yutang.

The latter explained with a smile: "My family has been operating casting for generations, and this target is probably also looking for my family." ”

"Compared with ordinary steel, dark iron is harder, can withstand high heat and is not easy to anneal, because it is brittle and is often used as the cutting edge of famous knives."

"Yanliugong is already strong in high temperature rather than strength, and when it encounters a cold winter environment, it is naturally not to take advantage."

After listening to this, Hong Ping probably understood the truth, and he had nothing to say.

After the iron target was fixed and solid, Li Shenji paced into the field with a sword and announced the rules loudly.

"This human target weighs 500 catties and is made of dark iron."

As he spoke, he swung his sword and slashed at the target's chest, and the sword suddenly shattered.

There was only a shallow mark left on the middle sword.

"Those who try to recruit are not allowed to use weapons, and they are not allowed to use drugs."

"You can only make one move, and the duration must not exceed three breaths, and you will win with the destruction effect."

After Li Shenji finished talking about the rules, he sold it again.

"The first prize of this meeting will be here, and we will not disappoint everyone."

When the competition began, someone immediately rushed forward to try the move.

But no matter the fists, feet, fingers, or claws, at most, there are some scratches and bumps, and even a few people have cracked their tiger mouth fists.

After the first wave of a dozen people came down, the craze subsided slightly.

The Darkiron Target is stronger than most people think.

Seeing that Qun Lun was restrained, Gao Junxia, who had been surrounding Zheng Furui, found the right time to shake his cloak and strode out.

The Jinhai Vortex Gate cultivates the Vortex Force, which is known for its destructive power; And he has ten serious cultivations, and he is a new generation of disciples second only to Ding Yushi in the sect.

Standing in front of the target of the same height as himself, Gao Junxia's five fingers on his right hand stretched, silently lucked his true qi, and shouted violently.

Before the cheers were gone, he swung his right arm like lightning and grabbed the target's left wrist.

Nothing happened in an instant.

But soon, the whole body of the iron target shook slightly, until after three breaths, the wrist cast by the dark iron was actually crushed raw.

The cheers rushed into the sky.

This hand, Hong Ping was dumbfounded.

Gao Junxia enjoyed everyone's gaze, and walked back to the crowd while holding his hands in all directions reservedly.

"This is the true method of the Vortex Gate's 'Swirling Palm', and it has entered the second grade in the evaluation of the Palm Martial Academy."

Hong Yu said, envious of his brother Gao, who was two years younger than him, for being in the limelight.

(End of chapter)