Lord of the Desert

Chapter 75 Lessons
The wind is broken by the spear, and it stops quietly.

High on the hillside, the wild boar twitched several times, and its soul returned to the mountain.

The animal blood poured into the snow, and the woodland was as quiet as death.

Down the slope, Hong Ping panted heavily, as if he was the one who had just been shot, and he managed to calm down his heartbeat only after several times.

At this moment, he heard the teasing beside him.

"You can't blame other people for hunting. Whether you succeed or fail depends on your ability."

Hong Fan wiped off the newly melted snow on his fur sleeves and walked up the slope.

Hong Ping hesitated for a moment, finally gritted his teeth and followed.

After walking for dozens of steps, the two stood on a high place, pulled out their spears, but stopped abruptly like the wild boars before.

It turns out that the back of this ridge is not a symmetrical downhill, but a sharp cliff.

Hong Fan looked around and saw that the originally smooth foothills seemed to have been dug out out of thin air, forming a semicircular drop hundreds of meters high.

It is the beginning of the unitary hour (five o'clock in the afternoon).

The golden sunset shines obliquely from the northwestern celestial pole into the gap of the cliff, and is reflected by the ice edges covered on the vertical rock surface, like a dazzling waterfall of light, plating everything into brass.

Except for the whimpering of the strong wind, the world was silent for a while.

"Those words just now are to tease you."

After a while, Hong Fan said suddenly.

"The world is fighting for the world, and I have no choice but to take the position of head of the Hong family, I really have no interest."

"why?"

Hong Ping asked in a muffled voice.

He hated Hong Fan since he was a child, at first because he was much more handsome than himself, and later because of Hong Sheng.

More recently, this distaste has been mixed with a little fear.

But at this time, bathed in the light, he somehow believed that the other party was telling the truth.

"Remember when I was seriously injured in March this year?"

Looking at the beautiful scenery, Hong Fan replied leisurely.

"During the serious illness, I was in a trance, and I once fell into a dream..."

"I dreamed that the blue sky was infinitely high, and the yellow earth was infinitely thick."

"Wild boars are in the midst of it, so vast and indistinct, what's the point?"

He smiled chicly and stopped talking suddenly.

Then he suddenly kicked the wild boar off the cliff after tracking it for half a day.

"Ugh……"

Hong Ping let out a cry, and followed the pig carcass down with his eyes, watching it turn into an inconspicuous black spot.

Finally, the snow below the cliff splashed, and a vague echo of "bang" was heard from afar.

The sound dissipated, and the heavy weight in his heart seemed to be unloaded along with the pig, and the whole person was inexplicably relaxed and happy.

"Hong Ping, Hong Ping..."

Hong Fan's voice sounded again.

The sound was mixed with the icy wind on the cliff, as if it was very close, as if it was very far away.

"There are more than two hundred cities in the 49 counties of Dahua Kyushu, and the length and breadth are more than ten thousand miles?"

"The sea of ​​gold is but a drop in the ocean."

Hong Fan looked back, staring at his younger brother who was only blood related.

"If a man has the strength of his feet, he should personally measure the world..."

Hearing this, Hong Ping felt a burst of heat swell from his chest, and he suddenly raised his head to look at his brother.

Then he saw Hong Fan smile.

Narrow and bright.

"Assure my brother, it's definitely more fun than bullying the weak in your ethnology."

Aroused by this, Hong Ping's emotions suddenly blocked, his face flushed instantly, and he was so ashamed that he wanted to find a seam to hide in.

After a long while, it was not until Hong Fan turned his head back downhill that he replied in a voice that the other party could not hear.

"I won't again."

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In the afternoon of the next day, the heavy snow stopped completely.

The hunt has come to an end, and although we still have to stay in the tent for one night today, in fact, tomorrow's schedule is just a rush.

In the open area outside the camp, a large amount of snow had been shoveled away, creating a dry yellow pasture.

More than [-] people, including children from various families, servants, and hired hunters, gathered here, waiting for something.

"Every time we hunt, we will compare a leader. This is a common practice-for people who practice martial arts, how can they not be equal when they get together?"

Hong She crossed his arms and smiled at the people around him.

"However, in order not to hurt peace, these competitions are generally literary competitions rather than martial competitions."

"What's the name 'Wenbi'?"

Hong Fan asked.

"As the name suggests, a martial arts competition means that two people fight directly to win or lose."

Cui Yutang next to him took the conversation.

"Wen comparisons are generally indirect—such as comparing lightness, speed, eyesight, moves, etc."

While several people were talking, there was a burst of cheers from the crowd.

Two Li family warriors came out of the camp carrying a metal target the size of an adult, passed through the crowd, and drove it into the center of the grass field.

Hong Fan looked intently and found that the whole body of the iron target was pitch black, with a slight dark red glow.

"Since the black iron target is set up, the Li family will be more powerful than the killing method this time."

Hong She was obviously disappointed when he saw this.

"It's none of our business."

He dropped his arms and sighed.

"Why is my cousin destroying his ambition like this?"

Hong Ping was puzzled, obviously dissatisfied.

Hong She didn't try to defend, but instead looked at Cui Yutang.

The latter explained with a smile: "My family has been in the casting industry for generations, and this target probably came from my family."

"Mysterious iron is harder than ordinary steel, and it can withstand high heat and is not easy to anneal. Because it is more brittle than ordinary iron, it is often used as the edge of famous knives."

"Yanliu Gong is strong in high temperature rather than strength, and it is not an advantage when it comes to the environment of the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month."

Hong Ping probably understood the truth after listening to it, and he had nothing to say.

After the iron target was firmly fixed, Li Shenji walked into the arena holding a sword and loudly announced the rules.

"This human target weighs five hundred catties and is made of black iron."

As he spoke, he swung his sword and slashed across the target's chest vigorously, and the sword broke instantly.

Only a shallow mark was left at the middle sword.

"Tryers are not allowed to use weapons or use drugs."

"It can only be used once, and the duration should not exceed three breaths, and the victory will be determined by destroying the effect."

After Li Shenji finished talking about the rules, he closed the door again.

"The first prize of this meeting is coming soon, and we will not let everyone down."

As soon as the competition started, someone rushed forward to try their moves.

But no matter the fists, feet, or claws, at most there were some scratches and bumps, and there were even a few who shattered their own tiger's mouth fist peaks.

After the first wave of more than a dozen people came down, the upsurge subsided a little.

The strength of the black iron target is beyond most people's imagination.

Seeing that the group was tied up, Gao Junxia, ​​who had been surrounding Zheng Fuqu all the time, raised his cape at the right time and strode out.

The Jinhai Whirlpool Gate practiced Whirlpool Strength, which is known for its destructive power; and he has already cultivated ten serious scriptures, and he is a new generation of disciples in the sect second only to Ding Yushi.

Standing in front of someone of the same height as him, Gao Junxia stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, silently pumped his true energy, and let out a loud shout.

Before the shouts were over, he swung his right arm like lightning and grabbed the target's left wrist.

For a split second nothing happened.

But soon, the whole body of the iron target vibrated slightly, until after three breaths, the wrist made of black iron was actually crushed.

The applause instantly soared into the sky.

After this move, Hong Ping was dumbfounded.

Gao Junxia enjoyed the attention of the crowd, and walked back to the crowd while clasping his hands in all directions reservedly.

"This is the true killing technique of the Whirlpool Gate, 'Whirling Palm', and it has entered the second rank in the assessment of the Martial Arts Academy."

Hong She said that he was very envious of brother Gao who was two years younger than him for showing such a big limelight.

(End of this chapter)