Chapter 8

Although Elder Feng thought that he would be far superior to the rookie in front of him based on his combat skills and fighting experience alone, but this person was able to show such a speed with five hundred catties of iron on his back.

Elder Feng knew very well that fighting during the training period, to put it bluntly, is a confrontation of speed and strength. Although martial arts also accounted for a very important proportion, just take the Nirvana Fist he just used as an example.

However, there are no shortcuts or tricks in the martial arts journey. Behind the astonishing power of the Nirvana Fist, there is a lot of trauma to the body.

As the saying goes, if you want to hurt the enemy, you must first hurt yourself.

It was also because of his body's hidden injury that Elder Feng's courage erupted prematurely. Seeing Xu Yi's extraordinary talent at this moment, his remaining fighting spirit was completely wiped out, but suddenly murderous intent appeared on his face.

Thinking that he was invincible, Elder Feng actually had the heart to run away.

Now that the matter was over, Elder Feng couldn't care less about Young Master Zhou, he couldn't capture Xu Yi left and right, and when he returned to Zhou's house, he definitely didn't end well, so he simply left.

Who would have thought that Xu Yi could see through the reality of the Nirvana Fist, and Elder Feng's bluff punch did not confuse his mind at all.

When Elder Feng moved, he also moved.

After removing five hundred catties of iron, his body was like a puff of smoke, coming first.

Before Elder Feng's body settled down, Xu Yi had already caught up, and punched out, the punch was more than 30% stronger than before, and the air seemed to ripple.

Seeing that he was about to hit him with one blow, Elder Feng shrank back in mid-air like a spring, making Xu Yi's punch empty. Even so, the powerful fist hit his tough skin, and there was a pain like a knife cutting.

Although barely avoiding this heavy blow, Elder Feng is fully aware of the seriousness of the problem. In terms of speed alone, no matter how he escapes, he will inevitably be pursued.

Thinking of this, Elder Feng's bloody courage and bachelor spirit were aroused, and there was a soft sound in the air. When he landed, a three-foot-long narrow sword was in his left hand, and hit Xu Yi's fist directly.

Xu Yi didn't dodge either. At high speed, his eyes were sharp, his fist brushed past the blade, and with a bang, he hit Elder Feng's left shoulder.

With the strength of a bull and a half, it exploded with astonishing power. Elder Feng's body smashed through two thick logs and fell to the ground. A carp stood up straight and was about to stand up. Xu Yi's body like light smoke hit him again.

Xu Yi succeeded in every move, without mercy, one punch after another, his fists were like a rainstorm of pear blossoms, leaving no room for Elder Feng to breathe.

At first, Elder Feng was still able to make noises, but later, Elder Feng was like a broken cloth bag, unable to make any sound anymore. In an instant, Xu Yi's pair of iron fists smashed a pit on the ground as deep as half a person.

Even though Elder Feng had reached the peak of physical training, his skin was like cow felt, and his bones were like hard iron, but under Xu Yi's crazy attack, even an iron ball would have to be crushed.

Xu Yi stood up, and Elder Feng's head was buried deep in the mud pit, blood gushed out of his body, and there was no more sound.

The dignified and veteran body forging peak master was killed by Xu Yi's fist without any strength to fight back.

After hammering Elder Feng to death, Xu Yi took off the cloth bag at his waist, and there was nothing left in it except a dozen or so red coins.

Xu Yi took a coin, blew it on his mouth, put it in his ear with his backhand, and immediately there was a soft chant like a mantra.

Xu Yi's face, which had been frozen for a long time, finally showed signs of thawing.

Xu Yi had heard of red gold coins for a long time.

As far as he knows, there are two types of saving money in this world. The first type is commonly used in ordinary people's lives, and it is the copper coins and silver horns that Xu Yi can earn when he is storytelling.

The other type is the coins among martial arts practitioners, which is also the main currency of the ruling class, which is the red gold coins, or ingots and gold cakes forged from red gold.

In the past, when Xu Yi made a living by storytelling, all he could get was copper coins and silver horns that ordinary people used.

It was also because of the inability to obtain red gold coins that Xu Yi could not obtain precious medicinal materials that could only be traded with red gold. At most, he could only buy some low-quality oolong grass in the countryside that the mountain people could pick to replenish his physical strength.

Now, these more than ten red coins fell into his palm, and the pleasure it brought him was indescribable.

After playing with it for a long time, Xu Yi reluctantly stuffed the coin into the cloth bag and tied it tightly around his waist. Then he picked up the narrow sword that had fallen to the side and bent it with both hands.

The sword was uncommon, Xu Yi smoothly put it on his waist, turned out of the forest, and quickly walked towards the previous battlefield. When he was close, there was no figure of Mr. Zhou. He climbed up and looked around, northwest, and rode north, like a horse flying.

Seeing the escaping figure of Young Master Zhou, Xu Yi's pupils were flushed with blood again, and he searched the mountains and forests. He went west for more than ten feet, and as expected, he fled into the mountains.

Earlier, Young Master Zhou and his party brought more than ten horses, and there was a chaotic battle, but several horses were killed or injured, Young Master Zhou rode away one horse, and the rest of the horses disappeared, Xu Yi guessed that Young Master Zhou drove the remaining horses into the forest, after searching, he found one horse.

Xu Yi didn't dare to delay any longer, got on his horse, put on the rein with his left hand, turned the horse's head, and rushed to get off work.

During the gallop, the narrow sword in Xu Yi's right hand slammed into the lower right third of Jianma's carotid artery, but no blood escaped, but Jianma seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and his speed suddenly increased by more than twice, like the wind.

After cultivating martial arts to the peak of physical fitness, Xu Yi's understanding of the human body's qi, blood, muscles, bones, and internal organs has reached an extremely high level.

A healthy horse is not a human being, but during its gallop, the qi and blood rush and the bones vibrate, but it is not difficult for Xu Yi to interpret it. Xu Yi's stabbing with the sword is to stimulate the potential of the healthy horse.

Although it was the first time to do something, but there was already a valley in my heart, and the sword stabbed out, and the effect was really amazing.

The wind was blowing violently, and the sun was burning like fire. Mr. Zhou's legs were clamped tightly around the horse's belly, a leather whip was rushing like a storm, and the white horse under his crotch was almost stained with blood.

He is angry, he is mad, he hates!

Thinking of him as a dignified Mr. Zhou, after a nobleman, he is extremely respectable, what is Xu Yi, an ant-like idiot, letting him live is just to let the Xu family stay as a clown, and severely embarrass the Xu family's dead ghosts.

Unexpectedly, this guy like an ant suddenly showed his minions to him, Mr. Zhou, and dared to tear off one of his arms.