Chapter 45: Dividing the Powers of Other Worlds

Time passed quickly, one day passed, and it was night again. The woman's arm that was shot in the shoulder by the arrow was barely able to move because it did not hurt any muscles or bones.

The first time she was able to move, the woman took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, poured a red pill and swallowed it.

Although Xin Han didn't know what kind of medicine it was, what he was sure of was that the elixir must have a healing effect on the woman's injury, and it was worth a lot, because he could smell the elixir when he was sitting two meters away from the woman. A faint medicinal fragrance.

Xin Han curled his lips, there is such a good medicine, just let me get it for you, so why wait so long.

This day, the relationship between the two is still in a cold period, probably because Xin Han agreed to help before, the woman's hostility has dissipated a lot, and Xin Han also heard a lot of shocking news from the woman.

For example, the world where the girl lives is a huge continent called Shenwu Continent, which is different from the technological route of the earth. Martial arts are prevalent on the continent, and it is said that one can become a god in the flesh by practicing martial arts to the highest level. Of course, Xin Han has feelings for this. suspicious.

According to the woman, the realm of martial arts on the mainland is divided into levels, acquired, congenital, master, great master, and after the great master, there is some mythology.

The next level of the great master is called Martial Saint, who becomes a saint with martial arts, and can live to five hundred years old. At the top, the Martial God can live a thousand years. It is said that after the Martial God, he is called the True God. The real martial arts become gods, immortal, and live the same life as the sky , and overturning the rivers and seas, grasping the stars and the moon, has great power.

The woman looked yearning when she said it, but Xin Han could not hear it, because it was completely different from his cultivation system. The national arts he cultivated were divided into Ming Jin, Dark Jin, Hua Jin, Baodan, and Baodan Peak can be called He is a true immortal on the land, but according to Li Shuwen, the lifespan of the Baodan realm is only about 150 years old. How can one be immortal for a hundred years or a thousand years.

Xin Han asked the woman if she had ever seen a martial sage who lived to be five hundred years old, but apparently she hadn't. She only knew that there were many martial sages and even martial gods in ancient times ten thousand years ago, but she hadn't heard of anyone who had cultivated into a true god.

The woman went out alone for a while just now, her hands are not flexible, but her feet are fine, her internal injuries have recovered, and she can barely move freely. After going out just now, Xin Han vaguely heard the sound of running water. Personal issues go.

Xin Han wickedly guessed how she took off her pants because her hands were not working!

"Hey, do you still have buns to eat?" The woman's tone was a little cold, and there was no trace of politeness in her words.

Xin Han handed over a few more buns, and said somewhat dissatisfied: "Don't say hello, I saved your life anyway, I told you my name is Xin Han, you can just call me by my name."

After saying this, he handed over a cowhide water bag.

The woman frowned, obviously dissatisfied with Xin Han's tone, but she couldn't stand the temptation of the steamed stuffed bun, so she took it and thought for a while and said, "You can call me A Ming."

Xin Han cursed in his heart: "Huan Aming, why don't you call him Xiaoming, it's obviously a perfunctory fake name." But he didn't say anything, just nodded.

The woman took the steamed stuffed bun, but she didn't eat it right away, but said: "In two days, my injury will be healed, and then we will go to the valley in the north. You help me finish the work, and I will go to your friend with you." There."

Xin Han nodded: "That would be great."

Seeing that Xin Han was not in high spirits, the woman stopped mentioning the matter of helping, and sat on the side holding the buns and chewing slowly.

But when she saw Xin Han sitting there without eating, she looked down at the bun in her hand.

"Do you have nothing to eat, or half of the buns for each person." I was a little embarrassed when I said this, after all, I ate other people's food, but others didn't have to eat.

Xin Han shook his head: "No need, I still have something to eat, and as I said that, I took out a greased paper bag from behind, and when I opened it, there was a steaming, fragrant roast chicken inside.

Xin Han tore off a chicken wing and ate it.

The woman looked at the roast chicken in Xin Han's hand, and then at the steamed stuffed bun in her own hand. She, who had always been well-clothed and well-fed, suddenly felt like she was chewing wax, and an involuntary anger arose in her heart.

"You did it on purpose!" Aminu said angrily.

"What!" Xin Han said while biting the chicken wings.

A Ming laughed angrily: "Oh, what? You eat roast chicken yourself but give me steamed stuffed buns. Don't forget that we haven't understood our grievances yet!"

"But that's the steamed stuffed bun you asked for yourself?" Xin Han said pretending to be wronged.

A Ming said angrily: "But how do I know you have roast chicken? You didn't tell me!"

"But you didn't ask, did you? You just said you wanted buns, and I thought that if I promised to help you, we would understand our grievances? No one will help a person who wants to kill himself at any time, right?" Xin Han said word by word.

A Ming was silent for a while before saying: "You share half of the roast chicken with me first, and I will discuss our grievances first." She couldn't stand the temptation of gluttons, especially under the contrast.

"Okay, I'm convinced." Xin Han tore open half of the roast chicken and handed it over: "Look at how good I am to you, I even gave you the chicken butt, this beauty is delicious."

"I really want to kill you, can't you just shut up?" Amin reached out and snatched Xin Han's half. Although a chicken wing was missing, there was no disgusting chicken butt.

Amin took the roast chicken and turned his back to eat it. Although the injured arm was a bit inflexible, there was no problem eating.

After the two had eaten, the tree cave fell silent again. A Ming simply sat up cross-legged and meditated. Xin Han's eyes were envious for a while. Back in the world of "Jing Wu Heroes" and the master, Chen Zhen and the others show off.

He coughed twice on purpose, but there was no response.

Xin Han rolled his eyes and took out a cigarette, lit it and smoked it, the cigarette flickered in the darkness.

"Ahem, cough, what are you holding, stay away from me." A Ming was choked by the smoke that Xin Han deliberately blew past.

Xin Han smiled shamelessly: "This is a good thing, if you want to have one too."

A Ming said angrily: "No need." In such an atmosphere, she simply gave up meditating, but she became curious about Xin Han.

"Hey...Xin Han, right? Where did you take out so many things? You can't put this roast chicken, buns and water on you!"

"Everyone has their own secrets, you should understand this." Xin Han replied in a flattering way, which made Amin's teeth itch with hatred.

Xin Han took another puff of smoke and A Ming frowned and said, "Can you stop messing with that thing?"

What Xin Han was waiting for was this sentence: "Yes, but this is too boring, why don't we talk?"

The woman thought for a while and nodded: "What are you talking about?"

"For example, what were you doing in meditation just now?" Xin Han stubbed out the cigarette and asked.

Amin wondered: "I'm practicing kung fu, what else can I do? I think you are also a martial arts practitioner, why would you ask such a simple question." Thinking of being kicked by him, he couldn't get angry.

"To be honest, I really don't know any kung fu. My master only taught me a set of boxing and spear skills. Let's talk about it. Can you teach me your kung fu? When I improve my strength, it will be easier to help you." some."

Xin Han revealed his true purpose with a shy face.

"Impossible, don't even think about it, spreading the exercises without the family's permission is tantamount to betraying the family, and will be executed. Do you want to harm me?"

Amin was a little angry, but asked suspiciously: "How can you avoid my sneak attack and hurt my bones if you only practice boxing?"

Of course, Xin Han would not explain to her the magic of boxing strength. According to what A Ming said, boxing in this world cannot produce any magical effects. It must be assisted by kung fu. "

A Ming looked Xin Han up and down and said in relief: "Looking at your skeletal shape, it is not surprising that you are practicing the most unpromising kind of foreign kung fu. Although the power of foreign kung fu is amazing, it can only be practiced to the peak of the day after tomorrow. , but can’t break through the innate, practice is useless, I advise you not to waste time on it, find a good master to learn internal skills, maybe there is still room for improvement.”

Xin Han was puzzled and said: "I heard from you that outsider kung fu is a waste of time? Isn't there no one who cultivates both internally and externally? Wouldn't that be even more powerful?"

Amin sneered and said: "Some people can't break through the barriers acquired after a lifetime of hard work. Who would be stupid enough to practice external skills that take decades to achieve great success? Vulnerable."

Xin Han nodded and didn't explain, but didn't continue the topic. What he was thinking about was to practice the peerless internal skills in the world of martial arts in the future, and he also had his own goal.

Xin Han checked the progress of the evolution of the Void Ring, and found that half of it had been completed, and he couldn't wait any longer.

There was nothing to say all night, and the wound on Amin's arm was basically healed the next morning, even the arm that was cracked by Xin Han's kick could already move.

According to Amin himself, she should be almost fine tomorrow, including her internal injuries of course.

Xin Han was very interested in Amin's wound medicine, so he was a bit mean, and "exchanged" two of Amin's wound medicine with a breakfast, and planned to take it back for Gal to study.

Because of the breakfast dressing incident, Amin was forced to ask for it except when eating, and ignored Xin Han at all other times, but concentrated on meditating and practicing exercises to heal his injuries.

Although Xin Han envied and hated A Ming's martial arts, he didn't bother her recovering from her injuries. Instead, she was pondering his boxing skills aside. At the peak of Ming Jin, he could break through the barrier and step into Dark Strength with only one small step. Great increase, all he lacked was a little chance and understanding.

Xin Han put his heart and soul into the comprehension of Taoist boxing, and his body naturally revealed a strong Baji boxing intention, which even awakened A Ming who was recovering from his injuries.

Seeing Xin Han sitting there with arms waving non-stop, A Ming showed a trace of solemnity and curiosity on his face: "What kind of punch are you? It feels very difficult to me."

Xin Han sighed slightly, just now he felt something, but Amin interrupted his feeling, maybe the time has not come, he comforted himself.

He was surprisingly not angry with Amin, and just responded: "This is the boxing method my master taught me. It's called 'Baji' Boxing, which strikes far away places in all directions."

It was another morning, and as Amin said, she had basically recovered from her injuries. After the two of them had breakfast, Amin took his sword and walked out of the tree hole.

"Let's go, it's time for us to leave here, the time is almost up, the valley should be very lively now."

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