Chapter 672

Yi Heng was slightly surprised, but his face was not exposed. Naturally, the little boy did not know what he was thinking. He replied in a loud voice: "no, but there are also very powerful people on that mountain."

"Your Kung Fu is what you learned on the mountain?"

The little boy was embarrassed and stammered: "well, it's not. I'm too poor to learn art in the mountain!"

Poor qualifications? Yi Heng feels this word is very familiar! Not from facial expression a slow, soft voice way: "that somebody goes up to study art?"

"Yes, there is a man in my dog Army Department who went to the mountain to learn art. Only when I came down from the mountain last time did I have such skill!"

The little boy said triumphantly, but then darkened, obviously remembering that he had just been easily restrained, unable to struggle, and naturally did not dare to be proud.

"Why was your father ambushed?"

Seeing the light in his eyes, Yi Heng didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't intend to interfere. Now he just wanted to know the result of the war between Xiqi and Xirong.

Father's strong, but the boy's revenge is too strong

Yi Heng thinks that the child is not old, but he knows a lot. He must not be an ordinary grassland herdsman.

"Conscription? Why call up? "

"Against that side, of course!" The child reached for the snow covered mountains in the distance.

He looked at the place where his little hand was pointing, and he said in his heart that Xiqi finally started to do it, but the grassland herdsmen were not easy to get along with.

Now, there should be immortal practitioners on the grassland to teach them martial arts, and even teach them how to roast mutton by fire, and how to cast weapons. Can Xiqi surpass it?

"Do you want to learn martial arts?"

"Yes, I want to..."

……

An hour later, Yi Heng and his children came to their tribal gathering place.

A circle of forty or fifty tents is a tribe.

Outside there is a clear stream, fertile grass, cattle and sheep.

This is the tribe of the children, the army of dogs.

One day later, he became one of the only two martial arts teachers in the army, responsible for teaching the fighting skills of the tribe.

There were only over 300 people in the whole tribe. There were no martial arts masters in the whole tribe. However, as the fighting on the grassland continued to rise, even though the dog army didn't like fighting, they had to look for a martial master for self-protection.

Yi Heng facial expressionless site sitting in the tent, did not care about what happened yesterday.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are battles!

Yesterday saw the little boy's father, turned out to be the dog Rong leader.

A man of six feet thick, his name is harenauhai, the meaning of black dog. When he got to know the meaning of his name, Yi Heng almost couldn't help laughing.

But later, I remembered that the nomads at this time were all esteemed by wild wolves or domestic dogs and totem for the tribe, so they did not laugh.

After listening to the little boy's whispers, the six foot thick and dark man waved his hand. He was not only allowed to live in the tribe, but also served as a martial arts master, responsible for teaching the fighting skills.

For him, all he wanted was to live here temporarily to see if Xiqi could quickly take over the herdsmen on the grassland. As for his teaching of fighting skills, he was just at his disposal.

But another martial arts master, after seeing him, shot a dissatisfied color in his eyes.

The seven foot strong man named hulegan had to compete with him on the spot, to divide the level, or to drive him out of the tribe.

Naturally, he refused.

After asking for a tent from the little boy's father, he sat still until now.

"Xirong has always been a strong enemy in the Central Plains. I don't know when Xiqi will be able to subdue it." He said in his heart, "besides, there must be immortal practitioners behind them at this time, which is more difficult."

"Do you need to do it yourself?"

He looked at the cracks on the field of elixir calmly. Although it was not big, there was no tendency to heal.

If you can't use mana, your strength will drop by a large amount.

Although the power of the five levels of soul is enough to deal with several immortal practitioners, they are afraid that they can't use the magic power. If they rush into the crowd, it will be extremely dangerous.

If you don't pay attention, I'm afraid it's death or serious injury.

"This, don't be able to appear in seclusion if you can't live in seclusion."

He sighed in silence.

It was originally said that after finishing the affairs of Chaoge, he would travel around the world to see how various practitioners of immortals came to the earth to understand the operation of the heavenly way, and at the same time, they could also practice the Kanzi skill from the Meizu.

But now it seems that the Kanzi skill can't be practiced because it can't use its magic power.

"Fortunately, there is also the" soul magic foundation "of the Meizu, so we will mainly focus on the use of soul."

Thinking of this, he cleared his mind and closed his eyes.

...

"master...""Don't call me master!"

"But..."

"No, but I won't take you as an apprentice!"

Early in the morning, a bunch of sunrise just from the horizon to the whole grassland, Yi Heng and Xi RI goulige have been practicing martial arts for an hour.

Xiri goulig means yellow paparazzi. The boy's name is Xiri goulig.

At that time, the little boy has grown a head, barely even with his chest.

At this time, the Yellow paparazzi was naked and sweating all over. Facing the morning sun, he felt young, powerful and vigorous.

It's just that he punched for an hour and gasped a little.

"But master did teach me boxing."

"It's a random message, not my ability."

Huang paparazzi is not yellow at all, but like his father-in-law, he is getting darker and darker. After listening to his words, he looks gloomy and obviously disappointed.

But suddenly his eyes lit up and ran towards him. Three feet away, two steps had already passed. He was excited and said to him, "why doesn't the master accept the challenge from hulegan?"

Yi Heng ignored his excited appearance and looked up at the distance.

A snowy mountain range, lying on the edge of the grassland, seems to divide the grassland into two.

This is the third year that he came to the army.

In the past two years, although he was eager to know whether Xiqi had made every effort to attack the grassland people, he still kept from crossing the snow mountain range.

The frequent conscription of troops and horses, cattle and sheep from the grassland is enough to illustrate the situation at this time.

In order to avoid the recruitment of wolf department, Huang Gouzi's father has already retreated.

But everyone knows that when there is no retreat, the war begins.

"Because I don't want to!"

Huang Gouzi has asked Huang Gouzi many times in the past two years. At this time, he seemed to have expected that he would have this answer, but he was not disappointed. He boasted: "with the skill of the master, I'm afraid hulegan can't even take a move. Why does the master let him publicize it again and again?"

"Let's make the best of it. Let's practice boxing again and go back!" Yi Heng's face was slightly heavy, and he whispered.

"Yes

Seeing that his face was not good, Huang immediately did not dare to say more. He bowed his head and answered. He dragged his legs to three feet away and opened his posture to fight.

"Master, this boxing is called" Bagua Youlong Quan ". What is Bagua

"Don't be wordy. The first way is to make the sky dry, to keep the heaven healthy, and to hold the heaven's anger and flame."

He spat out a few words in his mouth. Huang immediately squatted down on his horse. His left foot was on the ground, his right foot was lifted, and his toes touched the ground. He slowly drew a semicircle on the ground.

Then clench your hands and place them on your waist. Inhale deeply to accumulate all your strength.

"The first form, dry for the sky, heaven line health, the sky anger flame, up A burst of drink, his body suddenly rushed out of the distance, the two fists shot out, with a strong wind, tiger power.

Yi Heng's eyes are indifferent. The eight trigrams You Long Quan is just a random fabrication. With his eyes, it is not easy to make up some martial arts moves?

Just put boxing into the gossip to see if it has any power.

"In the second form, Kun is the earth, the terrain is Kun, and the painting ground is the prison, up!"

"The third type, shock for thunder, thunder into electricity, lightning flash!"

...

Huang Gouzi's strong body is constantly flashing three Zhang away, fighting his fabricated boxing in one form.

He shook his head slightly.

The first time I finished the eight style boxing, I didn't feel any strong.

But by the eighth time, it was already powerful.

When he was about three feet away, he trampled out a big circle on the grass. Then he swam around the circle, and his figure gradually blurred.

One is the sound of thunder and lightning, the other is the piercing sound of wind, and the other is the torrent of flood and the earth breaking.

"After all, it's because of poor aptitude or lack of internal power." He sighed in silence.

When facing the enemy, how can the enemy let him fight eight times first?

If there is internal force in the body, it must be the first time to achieve this effect, then this boxing can also be regarded as the top boxing.

However, since he knew that the nomads would be the enemy of the Central Plains, how could he teach Huang Gouzi how to cultivate his internal power?

Even if the teacher, with his qualifications, can not achieve much.

"Unless, unless, use the aura in the spirit stone, or mana to get through his meridians!" He said to himself, but then he denied it.

It's just a little bit of a mortal. There's no need for it.

"Gone

He lost interest and turned his head and walked towards the tribal gathering place behind him.

Huang paparazzi was already very tired and panted. Although he stopped boxing and ran after him, he was surprised that no matter how he ran, he could not keep up with his steps. He could only look at his back and disappear in the distance alone.Back in the tent, he began a day of practice.

In the purple mansion, the youth of three feet and six feet were sitting on the ground, their bodies were extremely solid, but there was no growth.

But the young man with a happy face, stretched out his hands, holding the formula, a force of soul from all over the body toward the hand.

I saw him slightly open his mouth, gently spit out a "Ding" word, the soul force will rush out of the purple house with both hands.

Yi Heng looks at the air in front of him in the distance, more than ten invisible soul forces are filled in an instant, weaving into a cage.

With the movement of the ten fingers of the youth in the purple mansion, the surrounding of the cage is tightened instantly. If someone is in the cage, he will be bound up immediately and can't move.

"This is the basic magic application of the soul of the Meizu. I can't imagine that the soul control needs to be so precise."