"Oh, the world is nothing but success and defeat."

Li Heming replied in a low voice.

"This is a miscalculation on my part, and everything you say is right."

He raised his hand to wipe the remaining tea from his face, his chin raised again.

"At this point, are you still not convinced?"

Hong Fan sneered again.

"Since you believe that you are talented, why don't you deduce the exercises on your own?"

"The road is all walked out by people, and the "Interpretation of the Ox" that you just said was also created by the sages."

"The Li family doesn't have a second-grade martial arts, so you can deduce "Ruyi Jin" to the second grade, isn't it good?"

"Do you think I haven't done it?"

Li Heming retorted, sneering disdainfully.

"Huangkou Xiaoer, think it's easy to deduce martial arts?"

"The congenital Liuhe, the main practice of the twelve meridians, to combine the yin and yang into pairs."

"These separate parts of separation, entering, exiting, and merging are branches that are attached to the canon, and you think they are as tenacious as the canons and the strange veins?"

His voice was louder again.

"Not to mention that the order of the six pairs of canons is different for different exercises, and it needs to be tested and explored."

"Each branch of the farewell line is extremely fragile, especially the part that penetrates deep into the body cavity and hooks up the viscera, and it takes countless attempts to find out the appropriate sacrificial technique......

"And these groping processes are to cut on yourself, and every time you fail, you will be injured at least and killed at worst!"

"It's just innate!"

"In the Yuan Magnetic Realm, a martial artist must temper the five internal organs with innate aura."

"For different true elements, the order, path, and method of refining, what drugs to use, and visualization are almost endless."

"Once you take a wrong step, your organs will inevitably damage yourself, and the damage will even exceed that of killing yourself with a knife, how can you be ashamed?"

Speaking of this, Li Heming's face gradually turned red again.

"Even if it is every generation of Dahua Tianjiao, there are only a few people who can deduce martial arts on their own."

"Hong Fan, you are just famous in Jinhai City, and you haven't been on the top three lists, what do you know?!"

After Li Heming's mockery, Hong Fan was about to ridicule him, but Hong Jian spoke first.

"Brother Li, the world is difficult, and it is fixed on people."

The words were sincere, but Li Heming laughed loudly.

"Fixation on man-made?"

"Hong Jian, you always like to say such beautiful and stupid things."

He shook his head and sighed, looking at Hong Jian as if he were looking at a stubborn rock.

"Except for the two who died in the big swamp, the Hong family has not produced any commendable characters in your generation."

"You Hong Jian didn't enter until he was twenty years old, he was thirty years old, and he broke through to the innate in another five years before he caught up with me at the age of twenty-four."

Li Heming talked about the past, his face was full of radiance, as if he had been smeared with powder.

"Yes, with a stunned spirit, after I exhausted my wishful strength for seventeen years, you have surpassed me in cultivation."

"That may give you some delusion."

"But I'll tell you, you've never been able to compare with me!"

Li Heming straightened his back, his gaze lifted over the wall, looking into the distant nothingness.

"I used to be on the Tianjiao list, and I was once famous in Xijing City;"

"I'm full of luxury, I'm talented;"

"So I know a truth better than you......"

"That's when manpower is sometimes exhausted!"

At the end of the sentence, his voice was as loud as a roar, and his knuckles turned white.

"What you've been doing all these years, think I don't know?"

Li Heming stared at Hong Jian and mocked.

"Hong Jian, how many taels of silver did you spend? How many herbs were bought? ”

"When you were in Hongduo Mountain, you covered up multiple injuries?"

"Do you think that things in the world can be done with perseverance alone?"

"From the third rank of martial arts to the second grade, how much weight is missing in between, can you figure it out?"

When Li Heming said this, he let go of his five fingers, and suddenly he was excited.

"Fix it in man-made, heh......"

"It's been five years since you broke through to the Innate Quadruple."

"Since the snake man died down, you have lived in seclusion, thinking that you are constantly ...... self-injury and self-healing"

Li Heming laughed and asked with a single eye.

"I'm just asking you, can you get an inch?"

The voice was high-spirited, diffusing throughout the school grounds.

Heaven and earth are silent.

At this time, Hong Jian replied with a single word.

"Yes."

He removed the steel wrench from his right thumb and flicked straight into the air.

The sound of the ringing is clear.

The innate fire spirit qi gathers due to personal will.

In the perception of all the warriors present, the dark night sky began to burn.

The wrench fell and fell into Hong Jian's palm.

Then, with the snap of a finger, the steel is red-hot, softened, and spread out into a palm.

This scene saw Gongsun Shi's pupils shrink.

As a local military supervisor, he has a deep understanding of Yanliugong, even more than many people of the Hong clan.

The upper limit of this exercise is the Innate Sihe, and the peak temperature can soften the steel—only softening, not liquefiing.

But Hong Jian's performance clearly exceeded that limit.

On the other side, Hong Fan was also silently assessing.

The melting point of iron is 1,535 degrees Celsius. 】

[Originally, the upper limit temperature of Yanliugong was less than 1,500 degrees. 】

[What Hong Jian just showed is at least 1,800 degrees. 】

[It has reached the working temperature of the turbofan blades of the top aero engine in the previous life......]

Everyone was shocked, but only one person was the most difficult to accept.

"And the wrench is iron?"

Li Heming was suddenly stunned and asked urgently.

Hong Jian dissipated his anger and poured molten iron into his left hand.

The five fingers are rubbed, and the molten iron cools and solidifies after a while, and is kneaded into a steel ball.

The snapping sound of his fingers sounded again, and Li Heming took the steel ball in the palm of his hand.

This was the first time Hong Fan had seen panic on his face.

"You've switched to other exercises?"

After Li Heming carefully examined it, he pinched the steel ball in the palm of his hand and asked.

Hong Jian shook his head.

"The Hong and Li families are friends, and you and I have fought side by side many times."

"Can you still recognize the innate flame flow?"

He asked rhetorically.

"No, Yanliugong only reaches the innate four!"

Li Heming grabbed Bai Dao, his voice was sharp, and the base of his tongue trembled.

"In the past, it was true that it was only to Sihe."

Hong Jian replied lightly.

"At the end of the year before last, I combined the two canons of the hand Shaoyang and the hand and the yin in the chest and the three jiao, which is the fifth combination."

"After the end of this year, I opened up the whole line of the hand Taiyin meridian, and merged it with the hand Yang Ming meridian in the lungs and intestines, which is the sixth combination."

"In the past five years, a total of 172 deductions have been deduced, with 133 minor injuries and 19 major injuries."

"In the most serious case, the fire burned into the heavenly spirit along the back of my ear, causing a sharp pain in my eyebrows and darkness in front of my eyes, which lasted for thirteen days."

He spoke straight, as if he were telling someone what happened to someone a long, long time ago.

"Brother Li, now that my Liuhe is complete, my cultivation has reached the pinnacle of innateness."

The martial arts arena suddenly fell silent.

This is news that no one expected.

Even if Hong Fan had received Hong Jian's hint in the carriage last time, he was still surprised at this time.

He thought that the head of the Hong family had a hidden illness, so he was forced to hide.

Unexpectedly, in the Xiongguang Courtyard, where there is often the fragrance of medicine, Hong Jian not only never has been idle, but has been torturing himself for several years.

(End of chapter)