Throwing down the white wolf corpse, Zhao Xinming quickly ran towards the "Wangxian Grass". Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Fortunately, "Wangxian Grass" still grows there. At this time, the time had passed, and the effect of the "Wangxian Grass" had weakened, and Zhao Xinming couldn't care so much, so he quickly dug out the grass and swallowed it whole.

"Wangxian Grass" just ate it and there was no reaction, about a stick of incense, the effect of the medicine spread, Zhao Xinming felt a flame burning in his abdomen, and a strong burning sensation spread all the way up from his abdomen to his mouth.

"Water, water. Zhao Xinming chattered again and looked around, where is there any water source nearby. After looking around, Zhao Xinming swept the white wolf corpse at a glance, and his heart moved and ran over. As soon as the white wolf blood entered the mouth, it was mixed with the medicinal power of the "Wangxian Grass", and quickly spread to all parts of the body, and the burning sensation was not alleviated, but spread to the whole province. The more Zhao Xinming drank, the more thirsty he became, the more he drank, and his whole body was red like a fire.

How did Zhao Xinming know that this white wolf was born heavy, and he didn't know what he ate by chance, and the heavy turbidity in his body was completely activated, so he could be so powerful. "Wangxian Grass" is already a strong medicinal power, coupled with the great tonic of white wolf blood, wouldn't it add fuel to the fire!

In addition to this, another force has joined in. Zhao Xinming has accumulated a large number of turbidity in his body since he was a child, although he has dissolved a lot between life and death last time, but there are still a lot of accumulations in the meridians, and at this time, he was stimulated by the medicinal power of the "Wangxian Grass" and completely released.

The three forces were raging everywhere in Zhao Xinming's body, constantly stimulating Zhao Xinming's physical body, where did Zhao Xinming's small body bear it! At this critical juncture, Zhao Xinming suddenly remembered the "Li Family Fist" taught by Li Zhong, and practiced it over and over again on this grassland.

Although Zhao Xinming's boxing speed is not fast, his movements are very good. Every time he fights "Li Jiaquan", Zhao Xinming's understanding of boxing is deepened, and the pain on his body is also reduced, but even greater pain will hit immediately, and the energy in his body seems to be ruthless and endless.

In this ruthless and endless pain, Zhao Xinming vaguely felt that his body was changing, and a seemingly nonexistent force was slowly forming in his body. I don't know how many times I punched, the sky slowly brightened, and Zhao Xinming survived.

At this moment, Zhao Xinming was already exhausted, but he relied on an instinct to slowly play the "Li Family Fist", his whole body was still red, and the burning pain became more and more intense. Under this double stimulation of body and spirit, Li Xinming couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep in the bushes.

Ten days have passed since the sun rose and the moon set, and the original battle gradually faded away, and black wolves visited here again one after another. It's just that there is no "Wangxian Grass", and the black wolf's interest in this place has also faded a lot, so he sniffed around and retreated. As for the white wolf's corpse, it was still lying there shriveled and shriveled, and there was nothing the black wolf wanted to take revenge on.

For ten days, Zhao Xinming lay motionless in the bushes, the red color on his body slowly receded, and the whole person looked much thinner and taller, and there was nothing else.

After a long time, Zhao Xinming finally regained consciousness, slowly opened his eyes, and the strong sunlight shone down, only to feel a pain in his eyes, and after a stick of incense, he slowly got used to it.

At this time, it was noon, looking at the sun in the sky, Zhao Xinming only felt a dry mouth. Licking his chapped lips, Zhao Xinming lay on the ground and rested for a while, clenched his hands into fists and tried it, only to feel that a plausible force was slowly gathering in his body, which was the legendary "internal strength"!

"Success!" Zhao Xinming couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh, his hoarse voice lingering in the valley for a long time. Unexpectedly, the laughter caused trouble again, and a black wolf followed the sound all the way to find it. Seeing the black wolf, the laughter stopped abruptly, Zhao Xinming struggled to sit up, looking at the black wolf with two eyes, but he was annoyed in his heart, and secretly thought about a way to get out.

After a moment of confrontation between one man and one wolf, the black wolf rushed up, and the speed was still the same speed, but unfortunately Zhao Xinming's body was extremely weak and he couldn't dodge at all. In desperation, Zhao Xinming deviated slightly, shouted, and hit the wolf's head with his fist, and his internal strength was also used.

This punch hit the wolf's head, and with a "bang", a strong force came, and Zhao Xinming took three steps back before he stood still. After the black wolf was punched, he rolled on the ground twice and then stopped moving. Zhao Xinming waited for a while, and then stepped forward, only to see a trace of blood spit out of the black wolf's mouth, and he was already dead!

Zhao Xinming couldn't figure out the reason for a while, when he had no internal strength, he also hit the wolf's head several times, and each time he was unharmed, how did he die this time? Zhao Xinming wanted to find out the situation, but unfortunately he didn't have any sharp weapons in his hand, and he couldn't split the wolf's head to see what was going on, so he had to give up.

Zhao Xinming was in a good mood at this time, and couldn't help but play "Li Jiaquan" again. Soon, Zhao Xinming found the problem, his speed of using internal strength was too slow, and between the conversion of boxing methods, the internal strength could not be urged at all; and the internal strength was the same as human strength, when he used too much and exhausted his strength, his internal strength could not even go down with "Li Jiaquan" again.

Zhao Xinming was not discouraged while being disappointed, and lived in this deep valley with peace of mind. After more than three months of practice, Zhao Xinming has made remarkable progress, the internal strength of the boxing method is combined into one, the point of the fist, the direction of the strength, and then no longer distinguish each other;

At this time, it is extremely difficult to make progress, and more than half a month has passed, and Zhao Xinming has not made any progress. When practicing martial arts, Zhao Xinming often thought of his two sisters, and he didn't know what happened to the Zhao family.

Out of the deep valley, Zhao Xinming walked all the way north for another 7 days, and then walked out of the mountains. A short distance further on, there is a junction where some nearby merchants buy some of the prey of the mountain hunters all year round, and over time it becomes a small bazaar. Out of this intersection, it is the official road, and it takes less than a day to walk, and when you arrive in the county, you can see Zhao Zhixiu. Thinking of this, Zhao Xinming was also excited, and couldn't help but speed up his pace.

At this moment, more than 20 men in strong suits at the intersection were also waiting anxiously. The leader was the king who was defeated by Zhao Xinming in Qinghe County, and at this time he was ordered by Shan Haiqi to wait for Zhao Xinming at this intersection to throw himself into the net, but he didn't expect that more than five months had passed, and there was still no news.

"Wang Tou, do you think that Zhao Xinming is already dead?" asked a man in a strong suit in a low voice.

The king didn't know what he thought, and said self-deprecatingly: "Dead? I really don't want him to die!"

As he was talking, a big man in a strong suit suddenly pointed to a person not far away and said, "Wang Tou, what do you see that person?" The big man in the herbal tea shop suddenly looked over, and Wang Tou also frowned and looked carefully for a long time.

The person who came was Zhao Xinming, but after a toss of "Wangxian Grass" and white wolf blood, Zhao Xinming's appearance changed too much, and Wang Tou was not sure for a while.

"Wang Tou, is this person that Zhao Xinming?" a big man in a strong suit stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

Wang Tou stared at Zhao Xinming, shook his head and said, "There is a seven-point resemblance, but this height and size are really strange." ”

"Wangtou, then we can't go up yet?" the big man in the strong suit hurriedly asked.

"Yes, why not. Wang Tou's eyes widened, and he nodded a few powerful men and said, "A few of you will go up for me, and you must ask about this kid's ancestors." Several big men nodded again and again, and jumped out.