Yi Heng was slightly shocked in his heart, but his face was not revealed, the little boy naturally didn't know what he was thinking, and replied loudly: "No, but there are also very powerful people on that mountain." ”

"Your kung fu is what you learned in the mountains?"

The little boy was slightly embarrassed, and said: "This, it's not, my qualifications are too poor to go up the mountain to learn art!"

The qualifications are too poor? Yi Heng felt that this was so familiar! He couldn't help but soften his face and said softly: "Then does anyone go up to learn art?"

"Yes, there is a person in my dog Rong department who went up the mountain to learn art, and the last time he came down the mountain to pass me a move and a half, I have such skills!"

The little boy said proudly, but then it dimmed again, obviously remembering that he was easily restrained just now, and he was powerless to struggle, so naturally he didn't dare to be proud.

"Why was your Abba ambushed?"

Yi Heng saw the glint in his eyes, where could he not know what he was thinking, but he had no intention of interfering, and now he only wanted to know the result of the battle between Xiqi and Xirong.

The little boy showed a look of resentment on his face, and said fiercely: "The blue wolf tribe is powerful and forcibly recruits the clansmen, Abba naturally disagrees with the clansmen to be sent to death, but they are too powerful, even if they repeatedly retreat, they continue to pursue!"

Yi Heng didn't think that this child was very old, but he knew a lot, and he must not be an ordinary grassland herdsman.

"Drafted, why is it called?"

"Defend against that side, of course!" the child pointed hard towards the snowy mountains in the distance.

He looked at the place where his little finger went, and secretly said in his heart, Xiqi finally started to do it, but the grassland herdsmen are not easy to follow.

Now there should be immortal cultivators on the grassland to teach them martial arts, and even teach fire roasted mutton, and teach the method of weapon casting, can Xiqi win?

"You want to learn martial arts?"

"Yes, I would like to ....... ”

......

An hour later, Yi Heng and the child arrived at their tribal gathering place.

Forty or fifty tents in a circle are a tribe.

There is a clear stream on the periphery, with fertile grass and many cattle and sheep.

This is the tribe of children, the Dog Rong tribe.

A day later, he became one of only two martial artists in the Inurong Division, tasked with teaching the art of fighting in the tribe.

There were only more than 300 people in the entire tribe, and there were no martial artists, but as the fighting on the grassland continued to rise, even if the dog Rong tribe did not like to fight, in order to protect themselves, they had to find a martial artist.

Yi Heng sat in the tent expressionlessly, not caring about everything that happened yesterday.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are fights!

Abba, who saw the little boy yesterday, turned out to be the leader of the dogs.

A six-foot stout man, but his name was Harinaohai, which means black dog, and when he figured out the meaning of his name, Yi Heng almost couldn't help laughing.

But then I remembered that the nomads at this time were all honored by wild wolves or domestic dogs, and were tribal totems, so I didn't laugh.

The six-foot-thick and swarthy man, after hearing the little boy's whispering, waved his hand, not only allowing him to live in the tribe, but also making him a martial artist, responsible for teaching the art of fighting.

For him, all he wants is to live here temporarily and see if Xiqi can quickly subdue the grassland herdsmen, and as for teaching the art of fighting, it is just a matter of hand.

But another martial artist, after seeing him, his eyes shot with dissatisfaction.

The seven-foot man named Hulegan was going to compete with him on the spot, dividing himself into high and low levels, or trying to drive him out of the tribe.

Naturally, he refused.

After asking the boy's father for a tent, he has been sitting quietly.

"Xirong has always been a fierce rival in the Central Plains, and I don't know when Xiqi will be able to subdue it. He secretly said in his heart, "Besides, there must be immortal cultivators behind them at this time, which is even more difficult." ”

"Could it be that you need to do it yourself?"

He looked at the cracks on the dantian with an indifferent face, although it was not big, but there was no tendency to heal.

If you can't use mana, your strength will drop a lot.

Although the power of the fifth-layer soul is enough to deal with several immortal cultivators, I am afraid that they will only realize that they cannot use mana, and it will definitely be extremely dangerous if they rush forward.

If you don't pay attention, I'm afraid it will be a situation of death or serious injury.

"That's it, live in seclusion here first, if you can not show up, don't show up, and see if the dantian has the possibility of healing on its own. ”

He sighed.

Originally, after dealing with the Chao Ge matter, he traveled all over the world to see how various immortal cultivators came to the earth and how to perceive the operation of the Heavenly Dao, and at the same time, he could also practice the Kanzi exercises obtained from Meizu.

But now it seems that Kanzi Gong cannot be practiced because it cannot use mana.

"Fortunately, there is also Meizu's "Soul Spell Foundation", so I will mainly use my energy on soul use. ”

Thinking of this, he collected his mood and closed his eyes.

......

"Master....... ”

"Don't call me master!"

"But ....... ”

"No, I won't take you as an apprentice!"

In the early morning, when a beam of the morning sun had just shone from the sky to the entire grassland, Yi Heng and Xi Ri Goulig had been practicing martial arts for an hour.

Xi Ri Gou Lige is the meaning of the yellow paparazzi, and the little boy's name is Xi Ri Gou Lige.

The little boy of that year has now grown a head taller, barely at chest level with him.

At this time, the yellow paparazzi was naked, covered in sweat, facing the rising sun, giving people a feeling of youth, strength and vigor.

It's just that he punched for an hour, and he was already gasping slightly.

"However, the master did teach me boxing. ”

"It's a matter of handwriting, not my skills. ”

The yellow paparazzi is not yellow at all, but like his father, it is getting darker and darker, and when he heard him, his face turned pale, obviously disappointed.

But suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he ran towards him suddenly, three feet away, and two steps had already crossed, and said to him excitedly: "Why doesn't that master accept the challenge of Martial Master Hulegen?"

Yi Heng ignored his excited appearance and looked up into the distance.

A snow-capped mountain range, lying horizontally on the edge of the grassland, seems to divide the grassland in two.

This is his third year in the Inurong Division.

In the past two years, although he really wanted to know whether Xiqi had attacked the grassland people with all his might, he still couldn't resist and did not cross the snow-capped mountain range.

The frequent conscription of soldiers, horses, cattle and sheep from the steppe is enough to explain the situation at this time.

The dog Rong Department is getting farther and farther away from the Snow Mountain Range, and in order to avoid the recruitment of the Blue Wolf Department, the yellow paparazzi's Abba has retreated again and again.

But everyone knows that when there is no way back, that is when the Great War begins.

"Because I don't want to!"

I don't know how many times the yellow paparazzi has asked this in the past two years, but at this time, it seems that he has expected him to have this answer, and he is not disappointed, and praised: "With the master's skills, that Hu Legen may not even be able to catch a move, why does the master let him repeatedly publicize?"

"Zhang Yang will be Zhang Yang, hurry up and practice boxing again, and go back!" Yi Heng's face was slightly gloomy, and he shouted softly.

"Yes!"

Seeing that his face was not good, the yellow paparazzi immediately didn't dare to say more, lowered his head and responded yes, then dragged his legs to three feet away, pulled out the fight, and prepared to box.

"Master, this fist is called "Bagua You Dragon Boxing", what is gossip?"

"Don't be verbose, the first type, dry for the sky, Tianxingjian, and the sky is angry. ”

He softly spat out a few words from his mouth, and the yellow paparazzi immediately squatted down and stride, his left foot supported the ground, his right foot was raised, his toes touched the ground, and he slowly drew a semicircle on the ground.

Then make fists with both hands, place them on your waist, and inhale deeply to build up your whole body's strength.

"The first type, dry for the sky, Tianxingjian, the fury of the sky, bah!" A burst of shouts, his figure suddenly rushed out of Zhangyuan, and his fists slammed out, bringing a strong wind, tiger and tiger.

Yi Heng's eyes were indifferent, this "Bagua You Dragon Fist" was just made up at random, with his vision, to make up some martial arts moves, it was not easy?

It's just to integrate boxing into the gossip and want to see if there is any power.

"The second type, Kun is the ground, the terrain is Kun, and the ground is drawn as a prison, ah!"

"The third type, the shock is thunder, the thunder turns to lightning, and the lightning flashes!"

......

The yellow paparazzi's sturdy body kept flashing three feet away, playing his concocted boxing skills one by one.

He shook his head slightly.

After beating the eight-style boxing method for the first time, I didn't feel anything powerful.

But by the time the eighth time he hit it, he already saw the power.

I saw that three zhang away, when he was swimming, he trampled the grass out of a large circle, and he continued to swim around the circle, and his figure gradually blurred.

One will be the sound of thunder and lightning, the other will be the sound of the wind, and the other will be the torrent of floods and the sky will collapse.

"After all, it's because the qualifications are too poor, or because there is no internal strength!" he sighed.

When facing the enemy, where will the enemy let him fight eight times first?

If there is internal force in the body, it must be able to achieve this effect for the first time, and this punch can also be regarded as a top-level boxing method.

It's just that since he knows that the nomads will be the great enemy of the Central Plains, how can he teach the yellow paparazzi the method of cultivating internal strength?

Even if it is taught, with his qualifications, it is difficult to achieve much.

"Unless, unless you use the aura in the spirit stone, or mana to open up his meridians!" he said secretly in his heart, but then denied it.

This is just a mortal who has a slight relationship, and there is no need for it.

"Gone!"

He was in a state of distraction, turned his head and walked towards the tribal gathering place behind him.

The yellow paparazzi was already tired and panting, although he immediately stopped boxing and ran after him when he heard his greeting, but to his surprise, no matter how he ran, he could not keep up with his footsteps, and could only look at his back and disappear lonely in the distance.

Back in his tent, he began his day's practice.

The three-foot-and-six-foot young man in the Purple Mansion sat cross-legged on the ground, his body extremely solid, but there was no growth.

It's just that the young man has a happy look on his face, stretches out his hands, pinching his fingers, and streams of soul power gather from all over his body towards his hands.

I saw him open his mouth slightly, gently spit out the word "ding", and his soul power rushed out of the purple mansion with his hands.

Yi Heng looked at the air in the distance in front of him, and more than a dozen invisible soul powers were instantly filled, weaving into the shape of a cage.

With the movement of the ten fingers of the young man in the Purple Mansion, the surrounding area of the cage was instantly tightened, and if someone was in the cage, they would be immediately tied up and unable to move.

"This is Meizu's basic soul spell use, I didn't expect that the soul control needs to be so precise. ”