Lord of the Desert

Chapter 148 It's a matter of human effort
"Oh, the world is nothing but winners and losers."

Li Heming replied in a low voice.

"This is my miscalculation, so naturally everything you say is right."

He raised his hand to wipe off the remaining tea on his face, and raised his chin again.

"At this point, are you still not convinced?"

Hong Fan sneered again.

"Since you are convinced that you are talented, why don't you deduce the exercises yourself?"

"Roads are made by people, and the "Jie Niu Dian" you just mentioned was also created by sages."

"The Li family doesn't have a second level of martial arts, so you can just push "Ruyi Jin" to the second level, wouldn't it be fine?"

"You think I haven't done it?"

Li Heming retorted and laughed disdainfully.

"Huangkou kid, do you think it's easy to deduce martial arts?"

"The congenital Liuhe, the main practice of the twelve meridians is to combine the yin and yang meridians in pairs."

"These separate parts of leaving, entering, exiting, and joining are root-like branches attached to the Zhengzheng. Do you think it is as tough as the Zhengjing and Qimai?"

His volume rose again.

"Don't say that the order of combining the six pairs of formal scriptures of different exercises is different, it needs to be tested and explored."

"Each parting branch is extremely fragile, especially the part (entry) that goes deep into the body cavity and connects the viscera. It takes countless attempts to figure out the appropriate sacrificial technique..."

"And these groping processes are like opening a knife on yourself. Every time you fail, you will be injured, or you will die if you fail!"

"It's just innate!"

"At the Yuan Magnetic Realm, warriors must temper the five internal organs with innate aura."

"For different true essences, there are almost infinite possibilities for the order, path, and method of refining, what medicine to use, and visualization."

"Once you make a wrong step, your internal organs will inevitably damage yourself, and the damage will even exceed killing yourself with a knife. How can people be embarrassed?"

Having said that, Li Heming's face gradually turned red again.

"Even if it is a generation of Dahua Tianjiao, those who can deduce martial arts by themselves are only rare."

"Hong Fan, you're just making a name for yourself in Jinhai City, and you haven't made it to the third list yet, what do you know?!"

After Li Heming made a venting taunt, Hong Fan was about to retort, but Hong Jian spoke first.

"Brother Li, difficult things in the world are caused by man."

The voice was sincere, but Li Heming laughed out loud.

"Is it artificial?"

"Hong Jian, you always like to say such beautiful and stupid words."

He shook his head and sighed, looking at Hong Jian as if looking at a stubborn rock.

"Except for the two who died in the big swamp, the Hong family has never produced any commendable figures in your generation."

"You, Hong Jian, didn't get through at the age of 20, you reached Hunran at the age of 30, and you broke through to congenital in five years, and you just caught up with me at the age of 24."

When Li Heming talked about the past, his face was full of radiance, as if he had put on makeup.

"Yes, by virtue of your strength, after 17 years of my exhaustion, you have surpassed me in terms of cultivation."

"This may have given you some illusions."

"But I want to tell you, you can never compare with me!"

Li Heming straightened his back, raised his eyes over the wall, and looked at the distant nothingness.

"I was once on the Tianjiao list, and I was once famous in Xijing City;"

"I am full of glory, I am full of talent;"

"So I understand a truth better than you..."

"That is manpower is sometimes exhausted!"

At the end of the words, his voice was as loud as a roar, and he pinched his knuckles blue and white.

"Do you think I don't know what you've done all these years?"

Li Heming stared at Hong Jian and mocked.

"Hong Jian, how much silver taels did you spend? How many medicinal materials did you buy?"

"When you were in Hongduo Mountain, did you cover up your multiple injuries?"

"Do you think that things in the world can be achieved only by persistence?"

"From the third level of martial arts to the second level, how much weight is there in between, can you figure it out?"

When Li Heming said this, he let go of his five fingers, suddenly losing interest.

"It's artificial, huh..."

"It's been five years since you broke through to Xiantian Sihe."

"Since the snake man died down, you have lived in seclusion, presumably because of self-injury and self-healing..."

Li Heming smiled and raised his eyes to ask questions.

"I just ask you, can you make any progress?"

The voice was high-spirited and diffused in the school grounds.

Heaven and earth are silent.

At this time, Hong Jian replied with a single word.

"Have."

He took off the stainless steel wrench on his right thumb and popped it straight into the air.

The clanging sound became clearer.

The aura of innate fire spirit is gathered by personal will.

In the perception of all warriors present, the dark night sky began to burn.

The finger fell down and fell into Hong Jian's palm.

Then, with a snap of the fingers, the stainless steel turned red hot, softened, and spread out into a palm of juice.

Seeing this scene, Gongsun Shi's pupils shrank slightly.

As a local military supervisor, he has a very deep understanding of Yanliu Gong, even surpassing many members of the Hong clan.

The upper limit of this technique is the congenital four-in-one, and the peak temperature can soften steel—only softening, not liquefying.

But Hong Jian's performance obviously went far beyond this limit.

On the other side, Hong Fan was also evaluating silently.

[The melting point of iron is 530 degrees Celsius. 】

[Originally, the upper limit temperature of Yanliu Gong was less than [-] degrees. 】

[Hong Jian just showed at least [-] Baidu. 】

[It has reached the working temperature of the turbofan blades of the top aero-engine in the previous life...]

Everyone is shocked, but only one person is the most difficult to accept.

"Is the wrench made of iron?"

Li Heming was startled suddenly, and asked anxiously.

Hong Jian dispelled the fire and poured the molten iron into his left hand.

Rubbing with five fingers, the molten iron cooled and solidified in a short while, and was kneaded into a steel ball.

There was another snap of the fingers, and Li Heming took the steel ball in his palm.

This was the first time Hong Fan saw panic on his face.

"Have you switched to other exercises?"

After careful inspection, Li Heming held the steel ball in his palm and asked.

Hong Jian shook his head.

"Hong and Li are family friends, and you and I have fought side by side many times."

"Can you still not recognize the Xiantian Yanliujin?"

He asked rhetorically.

"No, Yanliu Kungfu only reaches the Xiantian Sihe!"

Li Heming rushed to speak, his voice was high-pitched, and the root of his tongue was trembling.

"In the past, it really only reached Sihe."

Hong Jian replied lightly.

"At the end of the previous year, I combined the two serious meridians of Hand Shaoyang and Hand Jueyin in the triple burner in the chest. This is the fifth combination."

"After this year, I opened up the whole line of the Hand Taiyin Meridian, and combined it with the Hand Yangming Meridian in the Lung and Intestine. This is the sixth joint."

"In the past five years, a total of 170 times have been deduced, 130 suffered minor injuries three times, and nineteen major injuries."

"The most serious one, the fire energy burned into the heavenly spirit along the ear meridian, causing severe pain between my brows and darkness in my eyes, which lasted for thirteen days."

He spoke bluntly, as if he was talking about something that happened to someone else a long time ago.

"Brother Li, now my Liuhe is complete, and my cultivation has reached the innate peak."

The martial arts arena suddenly fell silent.

This is news that no one expected.

Even though Hong Fan had received Hong Jian's hint last time in the carriage, he was still surprised at this moment.

He originally thought that the head of the Hong family had a hidden disease, so he was forced to go into hiding.

Unexpectedly, in the Xiongguang courtyard, which is often smelling of medicine, Hong Jian has not only never been idle, but has been torturing himself day by day for several years.

(End of this chapter)