After the handover of the escorts was completed, everyone felt relieved and felt relieved.
Pan Xianshou immediately paid the reward and announced a day off.
Everyone took the money and immediately dispersed to find a place to have fun.
Zhao Lin received five taels of silver and secretly sighed that the money came so quickly. No wonder many people would rather take risks to do this business.
"Why, aren't you looking for a place to play?"
Yuan Cheng looked at Zhao Lindao with a half-smile.
"Not going."
Zhao Lin knew what he was talking about and answered simply.
With nothing to do, the two of them went to the largest local pharmacy and completed the task assigned by Zhu Huaishan: they bought two packages of wild dogwood and purple leaves.
Generally speaking, the medicinal materials used for martial arts training are different from those used for ordinary medical treatment. The medicinal properties are very strong, and only those who know the proportions of the medicinal formulas know how to refine them.
Only Zhu Huaishan understands this aspect of Liuhemen.
Zhao Lin was not interested in founding a sect, but was curious about where Zhu Huaishan got the inheritance. He asked Yuan Cheng, but Yuan Cheng couldn't explain clearly, so he had to give up.
Perhaps because they had held it in for too long, most people did not return to the inn at night, and did not return until the next morning bleary-eyed.
At noon, Pan Xianshou counted the number of people and set off for the return journey.
Because there was no cargo to drag them down, the traffic was light and easy on the way back. Everyone felt relaxed and the journey went much faster than when they came.
On the afternoon of the third day, it suddenly started pouring rain. Seeing that there was no village in front of them or a store behind them, everyone hid in a dilapidated temple to take shelter from the rain.
Originally there was a saying that it was better to live in a deserted tomb than in an ancient temple, but since there were so many of them and they were all martial arts practitioners, they didn't have so many taboos.
Seeing that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and they couldn't make it today, everyone pulled their carts and horses into the temple, picked up some wet firewood, and lit a bonfire.
We took out the wine and meat we brought with us and chatted while eating, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.
Zhao Lin also took out a piece of exotic animal meat and ate it with water.
The fire flickered, and crackling sounds were made from time to time.
Zhao Lin stared at the swaying flames and silently felt the white mist released by the spirit animal diagram, seeping into every part of his body.
According to the memory related to the spirit beast map, the abilities and specialties will not increase indefinitely.
The upper limit that ordinary people can reach is directly related to the ability of the beast.
Taking Zhao Lin himself as an example, the upper limits of strength and speed are bear bears and black horned antelopes, but he can get additional bonuses after practicing martial arts.
If you want to break through the upper limit, you must absorb stronger alien beast spirits.
Zhao Lin thought that he could start planning to find stronger and faster beasts, or develop a new ability?
"Good skill!"
"This punch was wonderful..."
There was a burst of cheers in his ears, and Zhao Lin looked up and saw that an open space had been cleared in the center of the temple's main hall at some point, and two young people were competing in martial arts.
A group of escort warriors formed a circle and watched with interest.
"Let's go and watch the fun." Yuan Cheng came over and greeted.
Zhao Lin was very interested in other people's martial arts, so he got up and walked over with him.
"We are all warriors. We come from different places. We have already shown signs of being different. But when we came here, we needed bodyguards, so we were afraid of hurting our friendship. Now I can't bear it anymore."
Yuan Cheng explained as he walked: "Every time the bodyguards come back, they basically have to compete. Only fists and feet, not weapons."
Zhao Lin asked: "Senior brother, have you ever competed?"
Yuan Cheng shook his head, "It's just for fun. It's all done by people with the strength level, and the aura does not participate."
The contestants at the end of the competition took off their burqas and revealed their original clothes. One was from the Zhenxing Martial Arts School, and the other was from the Cross Gate.
The two were of equal skill and the fight was fierce.
This is a good opportunity to learn boxing, and Zhao Lin enjoys it.
The people of Shizimen use cross fighting boxing, the routine is short and concise, they walk in a straight line with their feet, punch the cross, and move quickly and swiftly.
Zhao Lin had originally intended to join Cross Gate, but he chose not to because the other party's bad attitude when he was working as Lifu left a very bad impression on him.
The people who revitalized the martial arts school use Hong's Changquan, which has long shots, high jumps, long jumps, and clear rhythm.
One was long and the other was short, one was fast and the other was slow. They both brought out the advantages of their respective boxing techniques, and the fight was really beautiful.
After fighting for more than twenty rounds, Shizimen's talent was able to win by a small margin.
"I accept it," the warrior from the Cross Gate said with his fists clasped.
The person from the Zhenxing Martial Arts School exited, and then another person from the Feihu Martial Arts School came up to challenge.
The people of Cross Gate fought again and won again.
This man won two games in a row, and he couldn't help but show a proud look on his face, "I'm Huang Sheng at Cross Gate. I wonder who would be willing to give me some advice."
"Would you like to go up and try?"
Yuan Cheng smiled and said to Zhao Lin, "Last time I brought Sun Xiaofan out, he was beaten to a complete defeat. You go up and show your skills and earn some face for our sect."
Zhao Lin also wanted to gain more practical experience. Just as he was about to agree, he saw a figure jumping into the field first.
"I'm here to ask for your advice."
The speaker was a young man about twenty years old, with a slightly arrogant voice. He took off his outer robe, revealing the words "Lingshan" written on it.
"Li Wei of the Lingshan Sect is somewhat famous among the younger generation. I heard he is at the third level of strength." Yuan Cheng introduced in a low voice.
There is a strong correlation between a warrior's realm and strength. A battle between the force realm and the Qi realm has almost no chance of winning. However, if they are both in the force realm, and the third level versus the first level, there is no guarantee of victory.
This involves all aspects of practical skills, methods and strategies.
"Lingshan Sect, Li Wei."
Li Wei announced his name and made a strange gesture: he stepped forward with one leg, his hands formed into a hook shape, and he moved up and down while his body swayed slightly.
Zhao Lin felt that this posture seemed familiar and blurted out: "Is this the Mantis Fist?"
Yuan Cheng praised: "I have good eyesight, and I can actually call out names."
While they were discussing, the two people in the field were already fighting each other.
Li Wei was thin in stature, but his Mantis Boxing technique was extremely powerful. He launched a fierce attack and in less than ten rounds, he forced the people from Shishimen out of the circle.
"The Lingshan Sect is indeed a great sect, and they are extraordinary once they make a move."
"I'm afraid none of our sect martial arts schools in Qinghe County can match the Lingshan sect in terms of strength."
I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the escorts who were watching the excitement seemed to be talking in a sarcastic way.
"Liuhemen, Zhao Lin."
Li Wei's strength was obviously higher than the others. No one dared to step forward for a while, and Zhao Lin walked into the field.
Li Wei saw that although he was tall and powerful, he still looked like a young man. He nodded casually and said, "Let's take action."
Zhao Lin said "offended" and punched in the middle.
Li Wei saw that Zhao Lin's punch was very fast, so he took a step back, swung his palm and slashed hard at Zhao Lin's wrist.
Zhao Lin was midway through the punch, and suddenly turned his wrist, spread his fingers, and grabbed his palm.
Liuhequan emphasizes one hit and two moves, and this is the second move.
Li Wei was taken aback. He didn't expect Zhao Lin to be able to change his old fist moves. He quickly retracted his five fingers, turned his palm into a fist, and hit it hastily.
The fists and claws collided, Zhao Lin paused, and then punched again.
Li Wei stabilized his body and raised his arms to block.
The two of them fought faster and faster, and seven or eight moves passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Lin did not use all his strength, but paid attention to the opponent's footsteps while fighting.
His goal is not to win quickly, but to familiarize himself with the opponent's boxing techniques, use them as he sees them, and lure the opponent to use all his moves.
Li Wei's footwork is both weak and real. When he is far away, he cuts, hits, chops, and slashes vigorously. When he is close, he hooks, hangs, wraps, and intercepts. He uses both long and short moves. His style is completely different from Liuhe Quan.
Zhao Lin kept putting pressure on Li Wei, leading him to use the Mantis Fist twice. Until he couldn't see any new ideas, he used a backhand cannon move.
Halfway through the palm, it turned at an incredible angle and hit the opponent on the shoulder.
Li Wei took a few steps back with a look of disbelief.
