Most of the people of the Tianchan Sect narrowed the encirclement to this cemetery, but instead formed a huge empty area in other places. Han Yu wandered in the magma world for a while, found a cave, and left quietly.
The people of Tianchan Sect were still working hard in the ancient tomb. Han Yu had already left this place, and went all the way to the southwest.
After that, Han Yu galloped all the way and entered the western hinterland of Xiling. One day later, Xiaojiao woke up and saw Han Yu when he woke up. He was overjoyed, got close to Han Yu for a while, and asked Han Yu for a treasure while calling out to Han Yu.
Han Yu took out more than ten rank seven medicinal herbs and handed them to Xiaojiao. Xiaojiao didn't dislike it, so he jumped aside and started to eat.
On the surface, the little horn is still full of energy. But Han Yu knew that the blood power injury would not be life-threatening, but it would affect the potential.
It can't be seen at this time, but when Xiaojiao reaches a certain height, the trauma he suffered this time will become a difficult hurdle for him to overcome in his life. Unless Xiaojiao can revive the power of blood again, it is easier said than done.
Han Yu sighed faintly, walked to the side, and started to practice Pouring Fist.
Along the way, although Han Yu did not deliberately heal his injuries, the cyan dragon was treating Han Yu all the time. At this time, Han Yu's injuries had recovered.
Po Fist is a kind of low-level supernatural power of the mysterious order, with eighteen cultivation meridians. The meridians in Han Yu's hands have long since been completely unblocked, and he can immediately start the practice of breaking fists.
Han Yu was shocked, his vitality surged out, poured into the meridian in his hand, and began to run rapidly along the training meridian of Poquan.
Suddenly, Han Yu's fist radiated a weak blue light.
"drink!"
Han Yu shouted loudly and attacked with both fists. There was no fixed move, so Han Yu used Leishi Kuangquan's move to unleash his breaking fist. Suddenly, the fist wind whistled, and a sharp air was like a sword unsheathed.
"Boom..."
Han Yu punched a tall stone next to him with a punch. His fist was still half a meter away from the stone. Under the terrifying aura of the broken fist, the stone exploded and turned into fly ash.
Han Yu was amazed, no wonder in close combat, he is not Guo Jinglue's opponent, Po Fist is too strong. At this moment, Han Yu was only just getting started, and the power he exerted was probably less than one-tenth of that of breaking the fist, but Han Yu felt that he could easily kill a master of the second level of martial arts with one punch.
Although this has a lot to do with Han Yu's own combat power, the power of Po Fist cannot be ignored. It should be known that although Han Yu has the strength to compete with the three masters of the king of Wu, it is still difficult to kill a master of the second master of the king of Wu with one move in close combat.
The terrifying record in front of the Tianchan Sect Mountain Gate in the past was also a means of combining with Qi Tianshi. And at this moment, completely relying on the power of the boxing technique, it can achieve that amazing effect.
If Guo Jinglue saw it, he would have to vomit blood. The power of the broken fist is infinite, and the requirements for the body are very high. Back then, it took him half a year to get started, and it took him three years to cultivate Poquan to a small degree. During this period, he suffered countless injuries due to backlash. And Han Yu started with the entry, and the cultivation speed of the two is simply incomparable.
Han Yu kept waving his fists, and every time he threw out his fists, his understanding of the broken fist increased a little, and the power of the boxing technique also increased a little.
Han Yu loves Po Quan more and more. Po Fist is not only extremely powerful, but the moment when Po Fist is used, the indomitable aura can make one's blood boil without fear.
Once the breaking fist is cast, there is only one thought, that is to break. No matter who the opponent is or what they are facing, they cannot shake the will to destroy.
Such a boxing technique that integrates will, momentum, and power can be said to be rare in the world.
After Xiaojiao finished eating the herbs, he completely recovered his spirit and energy. He stood up, clasped his forefoot in front of his chest, and watched Han Yu practice boxing with relish. The little guy hadn't realized that his bloodline power had already lost most of it.
The more Han Yu practiced, the more vigorous he became, and he began to explore his own moves without sticking to Leishi Kuangquan's moves. Based on Han Yu's combat experience, it was not difficult to find out a more lethal boxing technique.
Han Yu didn't stop until he was sweating and panting.
If there is no way to break the fist, its success is not in the action, but in the use of vitality. Only when the vitality is used to the extreme, the broken fist will be great. And this, there is no shortcut to take, you have to practice again and again, fight again and again, in the battle to hone the subtle use of vitality, practice the strongest punch.
Han Yu sat on the ground and secretly adjusted his breath. Xiaojiao ran over naturally, jumped on Han Yu's shoulder, and slept on his stomach.
Although Xiaojiao is already at the level of a demon general, he is still very small. He climbs on Han Yu's shoulders and doesn't feel peace at all.
After Han Yu recovered almost, he continued to move towards the southwest. His destination is Yaohuangling, Sun Dayou has entered Yaohuangling nine times out of ten, and Han Yu is going to find him.
Han Yu tried his best to walk in an uninhabited place. It is conceivable that Tianchan Religion must be wanted by the entire Xiling land to hunt him down. There is no need for Han Yu to confront Tianchan Religion head-on.
What he didn't know was that his current situation in Xiling was far worse than he imagined.
Before Han Yu left this wild mountain forest, he ran into trouble.
A person who is not from the Zen Buddhism, and who is still collecting herbs in the wild mountains and forests, seeing Han Yu, he was more overjoyed than seeing a medicine king, and rushed to Han Yu immediately.
This is a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a full beard, a gray beard in his beard, and a powerful aura on his body, giving people the feeling of a beast coming out of a cage.
"What are you going to do?" Han Yu asked in a deep voice. The other party showed a bad look when he saw him, which surprised Han Yu.
The people of Tianchan Sect are now tracking Han Yu, and no one will be leisurely picking medicinal herbs outside. He is very suspicious of whether the other party wants to kill people and steal them.
The man stopped a hundred feet away from Han Yu, his face even more joyful, and asked, "Are you Han Yu?"
Han Yu frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you?"
The man waved his hand and said domineeringly: "You don't need to know who I am. If you don't want to die, tell me where the Xuantian Realm is."
Han Yu was even more surprised. The relationship between Xuantianjing and him is known only to people from Tianchan Sect. How could he know? With a cold face, he said, "Are you from the Zen Buddhism?"
The man snorted coldly: "I'm not some kind of bullshit Zen person, I'm just a casual cultivator, so you don't have to worry, as long as you tell me the secret of Xuantianjing, I won't embarrass you!"