Eternal Cultivation: Starting with Three Generations Living Together

In the nearby cities, An Jin is already considered a master in the middle stage.

Ordinary bodyguards and guardians only have Mingjin level cultivation.

Most of the escort chiefs and stewards are only at the early stage of Anjin cultivation.

Only some big escort bureaus and big families have several masters in the middle stage of Anjin.

Even the chief bodyguard and the patriarch of the big family are respectful to these people and will not offend them easily.

This kind of battle can only be witnessed once every few years in the arena competition.

And a life-and-death fight is different from a martial arts contest. A life-and-death fight is more intense and cruel. The two people will definitely use all means to kill each other.

This kind of battle is rare and the opportunity is rare. Xue Shaoyang wanted to take a closer look.

When he arrived, the battle was not over yet.

Wei He was indeed the Double Red Stick of Yunhe Martial Arts School. He could still fight with ease after fighting for so long against Old Man Zhao, who was a level above him.

I saw two figures constantly intertwining, one erratic like a ghost, and the other rooted in the ground and motionless like a mountain.

Where the two met, the sounds of "puff" and "bang" were heard constantly.

Xue Shaoyang carefully moved into the bushes and carefully looked at the battle in front of him through the branches and leaves of the bushes.

"Is this the battle in the middle stage of Anjin? It has completely surpassed the level of 'ordinary'."

If Wei He is relatively normal, then the erratic old man Zhao is completely beyond the scope of ordinary people. His terrifying ghostly figure must be supported by dark energy penetrating his whole body.

Flying over eaves and walking over walls, with a ghostly figure, this is the sign of An Jin's late stage.

"If it means that the rise of Jin Jin to An Jin is a big threshold, then the rise of An Jin in the middle to late stage is another big threshold. There are qualitative changes in both."

"I was originally worried that Old Man Zhao would miss, but now it seems that the reason why Wei He was able to persist for so long without being beaten to death was entirely because Old Man Zhao was too old."

"As people age, their musculoskeletal muscles will decline irreversibly, bone calcium will be lost massively, osteoporosis will occur, and muscles will become loose, and a person's punching power will be greatly weakened."

"If it was twenty years ago, even fifteen years ago, Wei He would have been beaten to death long ago."

After a while, "bang, pop", the two bodies, which were constantly intertwined, separated, and each took a few steps back.

Wei He took a horse stance and looked at the figure in front of him with great caution in a defensive posture.

He is now extremely miserable, with a large number of scratches all over his body and several bloody holes on his body.

"Hey, old man, you are too trusting. Do you still think you were the blood bat back then? How about it, you're tired!"

"I don't even know what you are thinking. Even if you want to kill me, you should kill me, Wei He, first."

"And you actually dare to waste your precious energy on those wastes. Do you look down on me so much... Hey... I will make your arrogance pay the price."

The terrifying blood mask who had been killing all day took a breath and said for the first time: "Haha, the price, is the price Shan'er's secret method?"

"That's right, I don't need to hide it from you now." Wei He admitted generously: "I was the one who killed your son!"

"Yunhe Jin, Yunhe Hands!"

"He...tui!" Wei He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and said harshly: "It must be Tou Gu Jin and Xue Bat Shou. I have been with you for more than twenty years. If I hadn't killed your son, I wouldn't have known about you. real identity."

"After I got the secret technique, I didn't dare to practice it all for fear that you would see the flaws. I haven't broken through to the late stage for so many years. I was just waiting for you, an old man, to be too old to grasp it. It's a pity, I don't know. Which idiot pissed you off, after all, it’s still a few years behind!”

"But with the secret technique, although my energy has not penetrated the whole body, it has penetrated most of it. As long as I risk breaking the tendons and still have a few punches of late-stage strength, let me send you old thing on your way with these few punches. Bar!"

Hearing Wei He's words, Old Man Zhao smiled disdainfully.

"Now that you know my identity, do you know why I am called the blood bat?... Hey... Penetus Jin has more than one force."

"In addition, I didn't even tell my child about this one... Next, you will be lucky enough to see the real penetrating strength, so damn clear."

"What?"

Looking at the extremely shocked Wei He, old man Zhao, who was wearing a terrifying blood mask, smiled "Jie Jie". He stepped on his hind legs with force, and with a strong movement, the fascia of his body accumulated strength and transferred all the strength to his right leg.

With a bang, Old Man Zhao rushed out as fast as teleporting.

After resting for a while, Old Man Zhao regained some strength, and as he prepared to use his dark energy without sparing any effort, his figure was actually a bit more erratic and faster than at the beginning.

Wei He knew that the old man was going to fight him directly.

He no longer held back, and used the power of An Jin's late stage to fight against the possibility of being disabled in the future.

As long as it can be blocked for a moment and a half, it can consume all the opponent's physical strength, and then the situation can be reversed.

Looking at the battle that was restarted in front of him, Xue Shaoyang felt a little dizzy. He clenched his fists tightly and his palms were sweating.

It's a whole different level of power.

Is this the true late-stage strength of An Jin?

No, Old Man Zhao is already old, and Wei He has not really broken through yet. Perhaps this only has two or three levels of strength in the late stages of true Anjin.

Only the two or three levels of An Jin are already so powerful, so what kind of power are those An Jin masters who have truly reached the peak of An Jin.

What about those Huajin masters who have surpassed An Jin and completed the exchange of blood?

Xue Shaoyang was very excited. Thanks to the hard work of generations of old Xue, he finally got a glimpse of martial arts. He felt that the door of martial arts was slowly opening towards him.

Facing Old Man Zhao, who was a little faster, Wei He struggled to defend.

After all, he didn't really break through to the late stage of An Jin. The difference in stature was too big, so he could only be beaten passively.

Old Man Zhao is like a real vampire bat. Every time a palm is slapped on his body, a blood hole will appear and a large amount of blood will be sucked out from the wound.

This second force was indeed difficult to deal with, and Wei He was completely at a disadvantage.

If he couldn't reverse the situation in a short time, he would soon die due to massive blood loss.

This is the most critical situation Wei He has faced in decades of fighting.

However, Wei He did not lose his mind, nor did he give up and wait for death.

He is looking for an opportunity, betting on his life that is constantly counting down, and looking for the best opportunity in a crisis.

The only way to survive in the gap of death!

Seeing that the old man stepped on a piece of gravel, he paused slightly.

It's now! !

"Ho, old man, go to hell!"

Wei He roared, stamped his feet fiercely, his body suddenly dived down, and pounced on him like a roc spreading its wings. His whole body's strength was used to the extreme in this pounce.

Under this blow, he felt that his strength had been sublimated. This was a powerful feeling that he had never felt before.

As for the broken hamstring as a price, that is no longer important.

He felt that this pounce would definitely catch the slippery old man, and then use his strong strength to lock and tear him apart.

However……

Old Man Zhao just flashed and turned around to get behind Wei He.

He pressed and closed his palms, once again sucking out a lot of blood from the blood hole on Wei He's back.

This Guan Jian's twitch, coupled with the broken hamstring from the previous throw, seemed to be the last straw that broke Wei He's back.

Wei He only felt that his steps were weak, he was dizzy, and he fell to the ground.

He struggled to get up, but found that he couldn't even see the figure in front of him clearly.

He knew...he was finished!

Of course Old Man Zhao would not take this opportunity for granted.

He kicked Wei He to the ground with a fierce kick, and then stomped down hard.

There was a "clicking" sound, and several ribs on Wei He's chest were stepped on and broken.

Amid Wei He's painful roar, Old Man Zhao stepped on Wei He with his foot.

"Hehe, don't tell me that you haven't reached the late stage of An Jin. Even if you have truly penetrated the fascia of the whole body, several people have died in my hands at the late stage of Jin Yun's whole body."

"You killed my child, don't expect to die easily!"

Old Man Zhao stepped on and broke Wei He's limbs in succession, and then slowly crushed them bit by bit with his secret strength.

Hearing Wei He's painful wails made him feel very happy.

"Just die slowly in pain!"