Lin Heng leaned back to the right.

That is, the most difficult position of the ice water waterfall forging body in the entire Nanshui District, the one hundred and eighty-one.

This move completely shocked the entire Nanshui District.

At this time, Lin Heng was already sitting on the one hundred and eighty-first stone platform, and in an instant, his body slammed into the stone platform, and he was directly pressed by the impact of the water and couldn't get up, as if his back was pressing on the Five Finger Mountain, making him unable to turn over.

Only ten breaths later, Lin Heng still couldn't move.

Lin Heng, whose muscles were bulging, the skin at the corners of his eyes was stretched as if he was about to crack, and his two star-like eyes seemed to burst out. His teeth were gritted, and his eyes flashed with irrepressible determination, like a lion chasing his prey, refusing to let go.

After half a cup of tea, Lin Heng's face was extremely pale as if he had been drained of blood, his eyes were red, and the skin on his face was twisted hideously, but he was still gritting his teeth and supporting it.

The green tendons on Lin Heng's forehead floated out one by one, his hands supported the ground, and he stiffly propped up his waist, although it was some distance away from straightening, it was much better than his face touching the ground.

He was trembling and bloodless.

All the monks on both sides of the Ice Water Waterfall couldn't help frowning when they saw this scene, their faces became solemn, and they let out a long sigh from time to time.

It was a sigh of shame.

People who are better than you are working hard, so why don't you fight hard?

Everyone was worried and silently paying attention to Lin Heng's changes. The snow drifted all over the sky, making the originally cold waterfall water more and more cold, and the cold was pressing, which undoubtedly raised the difficulty of forging the body to a higher level.

The cold wind was biting, Lin Heng was like a victim trapped in the ice and snow, casually slapped and ravaged by the extremely cold wind and water, Lin Heng could only add heat to himself by shivering.

At this time, Lin Heng only felt a sweetness in his throat, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of rich blood from his mouth. The whole figure shriveled and crumbled.

But even so, Lin Heng did not choose to quit, he was also persevering, gritting his teeth and persevering, because this was not his limit, and he wanted to challenge and break through the limit.

Lin Heng possessed the Five Elements Spirit Body, such a Spirit Body, even if he was dying, he could slowly recover.

Therefore, Lin Heng has his own measure, and when he is not critically imminent, he will not give up any opportunity to improve his strength.

Most of the monks present were bitterly persuading Lin Heng to retreat to the waterfall, and Lin Heng received their intentions, but he did not listen.

Lin Heng persisted in the kung fu of a cup of tea, but the trick point of his left arm was only two-thirds of the sanctification.

Lin Heng could only choose to continue.

His eyes were bloodshot, and in a high-pressure state, Lin Heng already showed signs of collapse, and his life was in danger at any time.

The students in Nanshui District were afraid that Lin Heng would have an accident and told the situation here. Soon, a tall man with a burly figure of forty appearances came to Nanshui District, he was wearing a tiger brocade blue robe, and he was obviously an elder-level lecturer.

This person was none other than the lecturer Lin Heng was listening to when he was in the hall of the Sports Academy, Elder Zhang Kui.

Zhang Kui set his eyes on Lin Heng's body, he pondered quietly, his brows furrowed. He tried to pretend to be calm on his face, but the worry in his eyes was still clear.

A trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and he called a student to ask about the situation: "How long has Lin Heng been in this situation?"

"It's been a quarter of an hour. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Kui had layers of gloom floating in front of him, and muttered to himself: "For a moment, is he dying?"

Zhang Kui walked to a distance of one zhang from Lin Heng and watched it up close.

Zhang Kui stands at the level, like a dragonfly dotting water, and the instrument is extraordinary.

He observed for a while, and suddenly frowned, his heart was like a cloud, he had never been so depressed and impatient.

Zhang Kui saw the sanctified four-fifths of the trick points on Lin Heng's left arm, and saw the remaining twenty trick points on Lin Heng's body, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised, and his heart fluctuated.

His pupils dilated, surprised and delighted, and looked at Lin Heng intently.

But the next second, he was like an ant on a hot pot, and he was anxious.

Lin Heng coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, staining the pool red. He was pale and weak, and his pale face seemed to have been drained of blood. He didn't have the strength to support his crumbling body anymore, and the whole person lay limply on the stone platform.

But he was in high spirits, and he did not give up at all, allowing the cold wind and ice water to lap his body, ravage his body, and trample on his body.

This made Zhang Kui anxious, his heart suddenly jumped, like a deer crashing, and a handful of sweat broke out in his palms.

Although he was calm on the surface, because he was a teacher, there was a trace of worry in his eyes, and now he couldn't wait to drag Lin Heng out and scold him a few times. He was restless and impatient like he had never been.

Lin Heng is playing with fire, playing with his life! He is not worried about playing with fire and setting himself on fire, but he is worried.

Why am I worried? Because he is a good seedling, I can't bear to be jealous of talents.

Lin Heng bit his lip to prevent himself from falling into a coma, if he gave up now, then the unsanctified trick on his left arm would be wasted, and he would not allow this to happen.

At this moment, he was irrational, because now he was fighting for his life.

Time passed little by little, and as soon as the time passed, Lin Heng gasped, not even having the strength to tremble, and the whole person was like a dead corpse, a dead corpse that had been whipped.

If it weren't for the fact that his eyes were still rolling and his teeth were still consciously biting his lip, everyone would think that he was a corpse.

At this moment, the acupuncture point on his left arm had been completely sanctified.

Seeing this, Zhang Kui's whole person was like a chicken blood, ignoring everyone's reaction, he hurriedly dragged you out, and quickly let him take a rejuvenating pill, and injected some of his own vitality for him.

The whole person had a grim face, and scolded Lin Heng violently, just like a strict teacher scolding a student, and chanted like a monk chanting scriptures in Lin Heng's ear.

"Lin Heng, who allowed you to play with your life like this? and who gave you the courage? (Liang Jingru!)"

"You don't even care about your life, what do you care about? (In Hulunbuir!)"

...

Lin Heng's complexion had improved, but he was extremely depressed when he talked about it, and he spit out a mouthful of blood directly, and his face turned pale again.

When Zhang Kui saw this, his face turned blue with fright, so frightened that he quickly stopped and kept silent.

After a cup of tea, Lin Heng gradually recovered, and he could barely stand.

He first used spiritual power to dispel the moisture on his clothes, and then used spiritual power to nourish his body and drive away the fatigue of his body.

Zhang Kui saw that Lin Heng had recovered as before, and he could jump and jump, which made him wonder if the pill was given by mistake.

This amazing resilience is beyond his reach.

...

To be continued