Infernal Artist

The wind stops and the rain stops.

In the night, the entire village was quiet.

After eating a meal of cooked food and drinking hot soup, the old people in the village had rested.

Aunt Wu forced Liu Ping out of the kitchen and said loudly:

"I beat the bandits and cooked a meal for everyone. Aren't you tired enough? Leave these matters to Aunt Wu. You go and accompany your friends."

"Then I'll trouble Aunt Wu."

Liu Ping smiled, walked to the fire and sat down.

The firelight shone on Xu Sheng's body, lengthening his shadow into the darkness.

"What are you thinking about?" Liu Ping asked.

"If I had been successful back then, I wouldn't have been hidden in a haystack by my master and watched helplessly as he was killed by the cult." Xu Sheng said.

Liu Ping arranged a boxing stance at will, and the movements of his hands kept changing until he reached the fifteenth position.

"Did you learn the fourteen moves back then?" he asked.

"Yes." Xu Sheng said.

"How old were you back then?"

"Sixteen years old."

Liu Ping nodded and said: "The fifteenth form of Blood Surge Fist is a hurdle. Your master must have been afraid that you were still young and didn't have enough energy and blood, and practicing it hard would hurt your body, so he never taught it to you."

"Now that you are thirty years old and have practiced martial arts, you can practice this style just in time."

Xu Sheng stood up, put on a boxing stance and said, "I still don't believe that this boxing technique is used to strengthen the body."

"It is a good thing to keep fit. It will help you lay a solid foundation. There is nothing wrong with it." Liu Ping said.

"Then why do you want to find another way and create another boxing technique?"

"Those are martial arts skills used to kill people. The purpose is different, and the boxing techniques are naturally different."

Liu Ping also stood up, stepped forward, and struck forward three times quickly.

A burst of blood rushed to his face, and there was a sound of bones around him, extending to his limbs.

Xu Sheng said with emotion:

"The muscles and bones are ringing together. This is the introduction to body training. You are only sixteen years old!"

Liu Ping moved his body and found that his strength had increased by 30%. In addition, there were some indescribable changes.

He couldn't help but whispered: "Where are you going now? Don't be surprised. Keep practicing with me."

"Yes." Xu Sheng said.

He imitated Liu Ping's posture just now and punched out.

"Among the masters you have seen, to what extent is the strongest?" Liu Ping asked as he watched.

Xu Sheng said: "A hundred steps can break through the air, and a punch can break a tree."

Liu Ping sighed.

Xu Sheng said: "The tree burned and was destroyed, and the mountain behind the tree collapsed."

Liu Ping closed his eyes and thought for a while, recalling the feeling when he punched just now.

Every time he punched, there was a blazing airflow following the fist closely, as if it would explode at any time.

Elemental attachment.

——This is the so-called flame protection?

If this is the case, maybe I can do what Xu Sheng said in the future.

It seems that I have to find a way to gain access to systematic martial arts knowledge.

"...Besides the Blood Surge Fist, do you know anything else?" Liu Ping asked.

Xu Sheng said with shame: "I relied on my master's half-set of Blood Surge Fist to survive in troubled times, and I never had any other skills taught by experts."

"Can you survive half a set of boxing techniques?" Liu Ping asked.

"In these troubled times, inheritance is rare. Many martial arts inheritances have long been extinct and have been discontinued, just like my master's." Xu Sheng said.

Liu Ping was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed.

There was a sound of horse hooves outside the village.

Aunt Wu ran out of the kitchen in a panic, carrying an iron basin and trying to beat it.

Liu Ping waved his hand and said: "The old people are already asleep. Don't wake them up. Xu Sheng and I will go check on the situation."

Aunt Wu trembled and said: "It's a bandit! It must be a bandit. Otherwise, why would he come to our village so late?"

Liu Ping glanced at Xu Sheng.

The two of them walked to the village gate one after the other and looked out through the crack in the door.

I saw dozens of people riding horses, slowly coming down the opposite hillside and approaching the village.

"Are they the bandits you joined?" Liu Ping asked.

"Yes, but it's a little strange... They're not usually so quiet." Xu Sheng said.

Liu Ping looked carefully and saw that the bandits were in ragged clothes, each waving their weapons, but their expressions were dull, as if they were in a dream.

Something is wrong.

"Wait a minute, the leader seems to have changed. The original leader is taking action - look!" Xu Sheng said.

Liu Ping opened the village door and walked out, saying without looking back: "Xu Sheng, guard the inside of the village. If someone attacks the residents in the village, you have to take action."

"Yes." Xu Sheng said.

Liu Ping walked towards the bandits and stood under a big pine tree.

The bandits also slowed down, lined up on horseback, came to the opposite side of Liuping and reined in their horses.

The man at the head was wearing a bamboo hat and said dullly: "Do the people in your village want to join the religion? There are many benefits to joining the religion. You will not be affected by plague or violent death. The brothers in the religion will fully protect you. When you die, there will be gods to save you." ."

"No." Liu Ping said.

"Can you speak for everyone?" the man asked.

"Okay." Liu Ping said.

The man nodded and said behind him: "Kill him."

A dozen people rushed forward on horseback, only to see Liu Ping hiding behind a tree.

"He's behind the tree!"

"Surround around."

"Don't let him get away!"

In the darkness, they shouted, waved their weapons, and beat their horses to surround the big tree.

Sudden--

A flash of flame burst out, and the horses stood up neighing in fright, sending the bandits flying away.

A few people reluctantly calmed the horses and walked around behind the trees.

But he saw a hand sticking out from the thick branches and leaves on the tree, and quickly slapped the heads of the bandits one after another.

A series of crisp sounds.

The bandit's head was torn apart like a smashed watermelon, and his body fell to the ground.

Liu Ping jumped down from the tree, stopped and said: "If you fail to sell, you will kill. This is why I hate cults."

He walked towards the bandits step by step. The big tree burned behind him, and its branches kept making crackling sounds, like a torch in the dark night.

The bandits dispersed with a bang.

Someone shouted in panic: "Elemental Fist! He has awakened Elemental Fist!"

flutter--

A short sword pierced the man's heart.

"Calm down."

The bandit leader said in a low voice.

The bandits fell silent, gathered their horses, and returned to their leader.

The leader stepped forward on his horse, stared at Liu Ping and said, "You used fire."

"Yes." Liu Ping said.

"He who lights the fire dies," the leader said.

"Who stipulated it?" Liu Ping asked.

"—This is God's will."

"Did you hear it? Are you familiar with it?"

Liu Ping unclenched his fist, and the scorching airflow around him immediately disappeared.

When the leader saw this, he said, "You have another way to go now."

"Say." Liu Ping said.

"Join our divine religion and serve as the messenger of destruction, and you will be immortal and blessed forever," the leader said.

"Are you the messenger of destruction?" Liu Ping asked with interest.

"Of course." The leader said.

"I want to see if you will live forever first," Liu Ping said.

The leader drew out the long sword at his waist and said: "Ignorance."

He urged his horse forward, facing Liu Ping head-on and raising his sword high.

A blur of white light suddenly emitted from the long sword, and it stabbed downwards fiercely.

Between the lightning and flint——

Liu Ping let go of the sword, got on his horse, grabbed the opponent's sword-holding hand and pushed it upwards.

A human head flew out diagonally and rolled to the ground.

Dodge the sword, turn over, mount the horse, catch the hand, wipe the neck——

The whole process went smoothly, as if both parties had a tacit understanding and cooperated well.

Liu Ping pushed the headless body off the horse and sighed:

"This is immortality and eternal happiness?"

There was silence all around.

Even though the bandit leader seems to have some skills, from the perspective of fighting skills, there is simply no room for him to display even 10% in front of Liu Ping.

The bandits looked at each other.

"Run!"

Suddenly someone shouted.

The bandits beat their horses, ran and ran, and disappeared deep into the woods in just a few breaths.

There was a round of applause.

I saw two men wearing standard leather armor turning out from behind a big tree.

"A hero comes from a young age, and the ancients will not deceive me."

one person praised.

"Who are you?" Liu Ping asked.

The man wearing standard leather armor threw a token.

Liu Ping took a look and saw the word "Xun" engraved on the token.

"We are patrolling the county town. We learned about the traces of the cult and came here to investigate secretly." One person said.

"Boy, you are very skilled, why don't you come back to the county with us and get a job?" another person said.

Liu Ping thought for a while and asked, "Can I learn from it if I have time to work as a businessman?"

The two laughed.

One person said: "Of course, all eighteen kinds of martial arts are taught by experts, otherwise how can we catch evil and punish evil?"

"Okay, I'll go with you." Liu Ping said.