Three seconds later.
Feng Liusi walked out of the pool easily, and then shook his whole body with strength, and a large amount of water was splashed away. The cloth was about as wet as freshly washed and wrung clothes, and he stretched a few more movements casually, and the water was constantly forced out.
By the time Feng Liusi walked to Kaxiu's side, his clothes were already 70% dry. Moreover, Feng Liusi was completely hit by the blood-reflecting flower, and the remaining strength in his body was also offset by his own dead tooth strength. As long as it is not detonated, the blood-reflecting flower will not cause much damage to human muscle tissue or internal organs.
At most, it's just a little bruise on the skin and muscles.
Feng Liusi stopped when he was one meter away from Kaxiu, and looked at him again with a slightly complicated expression. Finally, he sighed: "Alas, it would be great if you were a disciple trained by my Red Eagle Fist... Unfortunately..."
Kaxiu knew what Feng Liusi was thinking. The Red Eagle Fist was a secret martial arts force in Wensha County, and was ranked at the bottom of the third-rate. This was because Feng Liusi's Blood Fist was famous, and his combat power exceeded that of veteran fighters at his peak. Otherwise, if an ordinary fighter was replaced as the leader of the Red Eagle Fist, he would probably not even be ranked third-rate.
The quality of the Red Eagle Fist disciples is mixed, most of them are mediocre, and occasionally there are one or two good ones who are not very useful. In the past ten years, Feng Liusi has not passed the Nan Dou secret to the Red Eagle Fist disciples, and he has not even taught his son. On the one hand, it is because the training conditions of the Nan Dou Red Eagle Fist are harsh, and no one in the Red Eagle Fist can pass the initial assessment. On the other hand, it is a huge drawback of the Nan Dou Red Eagle Fist, which requires the practitioner to be experienced in martial arts and have a strong will. Otherwise, one will go astray and teach them, which will harm them instead.
Under the waterfall, beside the pool, on the gravel ground.
Feng Liusi looked at Kaxiu with a complicated expression. He originally thought that the Nandou Hongjiu Fist would be taken into the coffin with him when he died. He didn't expect that he would encounter an accident in his later years, and this successor refused to become his disciple. They could only be regarded as both teachers and friends.
Finally, he sighed and said, "Show me your fighter's aura. Although I have taught you the key points before, some things still need to be experienced in person."
Immediately, the two found a flat open space and sat down.
Kaxiu lightly touched his forehead with his right hand, and the aura of the Nan Dou Hong Jiu Fist in the killing personality state was immediately released.
A visible air ripple spread in all directions of the forest, and finally formed a somewhat deformed circle with Kaxiu as the center and a radius of three meters. If someone could look down from above the dense forest, they could actually see it very clearly.
The fallen leaves on an open space nearby sank noticeably, forming a faint dividing line with the fluffy leaves three meters away.
In the circle, Feng Liuskaxiu and others were sitting cross-legged.
Feng Liusi's eyes were slightly closed, and a cloud of red steam emanated from his body, and his aura tightly wrapped around his body. At the same time, he stretched out one hand, spread his five fingers and gently pressed on the ground.
After a moment, Feng Liusi opened his eyes in surprise.
"Your aura of murderous intent is very strong and thick, almost reaching the level of a veteran fighter. The murderous aura in the air is as tightly entangled and condensed as cotton wool, far exceeding that of an ordinary novice fighter..."
He withdrew his hand and looked around the rear boundary again: "Even the range should be larger, at least one meter larger."
Kaxiu listened to this with a blank expression. He certainly knew that he had a deep foundation. Not every boxer could fight a fighter to the same level. There was almost a huge gap between the two. A boxer of this strength who broke through to the fighter level was naturally not comparable to an ordinary new fighter.
"Release your energy for me to see..."
Feng Liusi said after thinking for a moment.
Kaxiu didn't say anything, and a large ball of red steam suddenly gushed out of his body. The steam naturally overflowed from his pores, and then floated into the air along his shoulders and neck. A vortex half the size of a human was formed above his head, spinning.
“To be able to control so much energy in just one breakthrough…” Feng Liusi was secretly shocked. He didn’t say anything, but just continued to watch.
Kaxiu's whole body was still steaming, and a stream of warm current continued to flow out of his body, gathering in the air. Two or three breaths later, a raptor's howl suddenly came from the red vortex. A sharp claw almost as big as a human head loomed, and the surface of the claw was not flesh, but red scales.
"The prototype of the will of boxing!"
Feng Liu suddenly felt a little restless. How well does this kid fit in with the characteristics of the Nandou Red Eagle Fist? He has trained his boxing skills and willpower after two months of practice. He couldn't help but complain in his heart.
There are actually different stages of a fighter's aura. Generally speaking, it is related to the quantity and quality of the aura in the fighter's body, and it is also inextricably linked to the will of boxing. Aura without the will of boxing is like a pile of loose sand, which can suppress a wide range and oppress the human spirit of the secret warriors under the fighter.
But it is not so useful in fighting with fighters of the same level. If you want to play a role, you must condense your own boxing will. The boxing will can condense the scattered energy and momentum and specifically target a certain person in the range. Thus, it can have an excellent mental suppression effect.
And Kashu is obviously already at this threshold. The outline of the Nan Dou Hong Jiu Quan boxing technique has already appeared, and it only lacks the east wind.
You never know when inspiration will strike you, or when you’re under pressure from a master, you may suddenly break through to a whole new level.
Feng Liusi's thoughts turned, and he looked at the deep red vortex above Kaxiu's head several times. The violent and bloody aura coming from it frightened him secretly, it seemed a little too strong.
After thinking for a moment, Feng Liusi reminded.
"Kaxiu, I know you are very happy that you finally broke through to the fighter level. The next period of time will be a period of rapid progress for you. But you must learn from my mistakes and use me as a negative example. If you practice the Nandou Hongjiu Fist with too much killing intent, you may suffer a backlash and even go astray."
"Restrain your killing instinct and never lose yourself..."
Feng Liusi spoke earnestly. After two months of getting along with each other, he already regarded himself as Kaxiu's elder.
Some words that should be said, some reminders that should be given. It was unclear whether Kaxiu would listen or not, but Feng Liusi had to speak.
Next, Feng Liusi unfolded his aura. In front of Kaxiu, he demonstrated the various functions of the aura. After all, he had twenty years of experience, and some of these little tricks were very helpful.
At the end, Kashu asked Feng Liusi a question.
If a secret warrior possesses multiple auras at the same time, will the repulsion between the auras lead to some bad consequences
This question stumped Feng Luis.
He could only make some guesses based on his own experience.
First, both good and bad results are possible. Qi of different natures may collide with each other and be clearly distinguished. It is also possible that a transformation between forms may occur, that is, the spirit does not have any nature. As long as the martial arts will is added, it will become the qi of that kind of boxing. There is a precedent for this.
Feng Liusi once traveled in the northern secret martial arts world and met an old fighter who lived in seclusion. The secret martial arts practiced by this fighter were very special. The first half of the boxing technique was very different from the second half of the boxing technique. This actually caused him to use a kind of qi when using the first half of the boxing technique. When using the second half of the boxing technique, the original qi actually changed its form. It became in line with the nature of the second half of the boxing technique, which was quite magical.
This situation is similar to Kaxiu, but there are also some differences.
Second, if we follow the conditions described by Kashu, Feng Liusi believes that it is more likely that three auras will coexist than two auras. If there are only two auras, it is more likely that they will consume each other, and adding a third one will create variables. Maybe something unexpected will happen. It is well known that triangles are the most stable.
three,…
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Time flies, and another two days have passed.
Kaxiu had initially mastered the realm of a fighter, so that morning he told Feng Liusi about his intention to go down the mountain.
"Are you planning to go down the mountain?" At the door of the wooden house, Feng Liusi looked at Kaxiu in front of him, carrying a thin wooden fishing rod on his shoulder.
"Yes, I have some things to take care of."
Kaxiu's tone was as cold as ever.
"Wait for me first." Feng Liusi brushed past Kaxiu and walked into the cabin. Two minutes later, he came out carrying a cloth bag and said with a slight smile.
"Let's go, together. I just happen to have something to deal with..."
A cold light flashed in the depths of Feng Liusi's eyes.
Kaxiu glanced at Feng Liusi, then at the cloth bag in his hand. He nodded and said simply: "Okay..."
Feng Liusi lifted the cloth bag and spoke as if explaining.
"I didn't bring anything except two cans of earthworms from around Death Canyon. These bloody earthworms are fatter than those from other places and are perfect for fishing. I don't have any hobbies at my age, except fishing, hahaha..."
He burst into laughter. In fact, Feng Liusi no longer looked like an old man. Instead, he looked like a middle-aged uncle with a story.
The kind that young mature women like...
Immediately, the two masters of the secret martial arts world did not hesitate or hesitate, and went straight down the mountain relying on their strength.
Not bringing anything with me feels a bit cool.
August 27th, just before three o'clock in the afternoon.
Near the Roca Mountains, Windsor County, Mia City.
The headquarters of Red Eagle Fist, a medium-sized dojo.
The site is a trapezoidal shape with a small front and a large back. One part is a newly built brick and tile building, and the other part is an old wooden structure. In the martial arts training ground, dozens of teenagers wearing light green training clothes are practicing boxing in a very methodical manner.
Under the shade of several large trees surrounding the venue, instructors in white combat uniforms walked back and forth, supervising everyone's practice.
Near the door, a young man was absent-minded, glancing at the door from time to time, his movements slightly distorted.
"Val, be serious!" The instructor's voice sounded from behind his head. Val was hit on the head and immediately dared not to be distracted.
Time passed by minute by minute, and it was three o'clock in the afternoon.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
There was a knock on the wooden door on time.
Then a young man's voice came from outside: "Dongjiumen, Evil Eye Fist, the second core Odo... come to spar."
All of the disciples stopped practicing their boxing moves. They looked at each other, and some of them even chattered in low voices. "Here we go again, every day at 3pm..."
"Is this ever going to end? It's been more than half a month..."
"Why do the Evil Eye Fist come to challenge us every day? The Blue Flow Hand and the Two Finger Flow also come from time to time. What on earth are they trying to do?"
"It seems to be related to the East Nine Gates, I'm not sure..."
Listening to the discussion among the disciples, the instructor in combat uniform beside them could not help but sigh. In the past half month, many secret martial arts schools have come to the Red Eagle Boxing Gym collectively, of course, in name only to exchange ideas.
These schools, led by the Evil Eye Fist, would occasionally send their core disciples to challenge them. Naturally, the Red Eagle Fist had more defeats than victories. This even affected the practice and mood of the Red Eagle Fist disciples, and five or six of them had already withdrawn.
In the secret martial arts world, this kind of competition is unavoidable. As the saying goes, it is better to lose the fight than the battle. Losing the fight is a small matter, but losing the battle is a big matter. The Red Eagle Fist can only be used to fight. If it is not used, this signboard will be directly useless.
Unless the Red Eagle Fist no longer recruits disciples.
So we still have to open the door...
With a creak, the door of the Red Eagle Fist Dojo opened.
A dark-skinned young man strode in.
Five minutes later, the competition ended.
Three people took to the battlefield with the Red Eagle Fist, and all were defeated.
Outside the door, the dark-skinned young man flexed his fists. He walked a few steps and got into a car. The driver was a man in his fifties. He was still muscular, with veins on his arms very visible. There was a scar on his face, and his eyes were dark and deep.
Bang, close the door.
"Teacher, we win." The young man said as he sat in the back seat.
"Yes, that's what we want." The middle-aged man sneered, "We, the Evil Eye Fist, didn't give us face when we tried to persuade you with kind words, so it's no wonder we took action. The plan of the East Nine Sects to integrate the entire Eastern Secret Martial Arts World is the general trend. Facing a troublemaker like the Red Eagle Fist, we can just use it to kill the chicken to scare the monkey."
"Teacher, I remember there was a fighter in the Red Eagle Fist who was once very famous. I think his name was Feng Liusi, nicknamed Blood Fist."
The dark-skinned young man said.
"I know what you mean, don't worry. The old guy went crazy three years ago, and I don't know where he is in seclusion in the Rocka Mountains. There has been no news for such a long time, I think he is in danger." The middle-aged man paused for a moment and continued, "Even if the old man comes back, it's useless. My Evil Eye Fist has two fighters, the sect master and the old sect master. In addition, there is one from other schools, and one can be transferred from the East Nine Sects. The Red Eagle Fist can't make any waves. We have a lineup of four fighters on our side to suppress the entire Wind Sand County school."
"The Red Eagle Fist is just a side effect..."
The middle-aged man started the car, and the wheels gradually began to spin and accelerate. He glanced out the window, and finally chatted with his disciples: "Shayang Elbow, Black Wood Secret Sword, Earth Plow Blade, Mikael Fighting School, Moon Wind Sect... In the past few months, the small schools have been almost integrated, and in a few days, we will take down the Red Eagle Fist. By then, a county's resources, medicinal materials, and fresh blood will flow into my Evil Eye Fist, and then you and I will have hope of making further progress..."
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