A thick wave of heat began to boil in his stomach. He immediately got up and began to practice in the courtyard. Only when the heat in his stomach completely disappeared did he let out a long breath and stop.
Usually, he would feel tired after practicing for so long, but he was still full of energy today. As expected, the medicinal wine made from ginseng was much more effective than eating meat.
Furthermore, the zhenqi in his body seemed to have grown a little. Although it was very small, it was a real improvement.
"If the medicinal wine made from ordinary ginseng is like this, I wonder what the effects of the spiritual ginseng will be like?" He had thought of this before, but when he thought of the difficulty and the consequences of obtaining the spiritual ginseng, he could only give up.
In just a few days, a few hunters had been carried down the mountain. Some were dead, while others were injured. It was clear that the ginseng foragers were not easy to deal with. Although Li Qingshan had agreed to join Drawn Reins Village, it was only a temporary measure. He did not really want to participate in the conflict between the two villages.
In the blink of an eye, it was the fifteenth day of the eighth month, mid-autumn. In the forest, Huang Binghu looked at the tired faces around him. These days, he had led the hunters through the mountains and had to be on guard at all times. Even though he had the upper hand and almost defeated the ginseng foragers, it was difficult to ensure his own safety.
However, it would be difficult to ensure that one's body would be unharmed, and it would not be easy either. The Spirit Ginseng only existed in legends, and no one had seen it with their own eyes. There was no point in making a meaningless sacrifice.
Huang Binghu let out a long sigh and gave the order to return to the village. Little Black said anxiously, "Hunting chief, you can't give up, your body." Huang Binghu said, "The village is more important!" Not only did they have to reunite with their families during mid-autumn, it was almost winter. The village also had to prepare for the winter.
In a corner of Drawn Reins Village, in Grandpa Zang's courtyard, Huang Binghu asked with a smile,
"Grandpa Zang, how is that kid?"
"He is a natural godly archer. In the future, his archery skills will definitely be above yours and mine, but …"
"But what?"
"His heart is not in Drawn Reins Village. Even if we let him join, it will be useless. We are the hunting dogs that guard the mountain, but he is a wolf, and a lone wolf at that. He will definitely travel far away!"
"A lone wolf? That's because he hasn't seen the saying, 'A lone wolf is easily destroyed, but a pack of wolves is no match for it.' I'll go see him. I don't believe that he won't be tempted by the position of Drawn Reins Village's Head Hunter. "
"You really want him to be a headhunter?"
"That still depends on his methods." Huang Binghu smiled.
"Qingshan, have you enjoyed your stay during this period of time?" Huang Binghu straightforwardly greeted Qingshan the moment he stepped into the courtyard.
"Thank you for your concern, headhunter. I'm living very well." Ever since the news of Li Qingshan killing the seven ginseng foragers spread throughout the village, everyone became friendly to him. However, this also meant that he had formed a mortal enemy with the Ginseng King Village. Those ginseng foragers were not kind people, so he could only rely on the Drawn Reins Village to survive.
But could he really only accept this arrangement?
Li Qingshan said, "Hunting chief, I would like to spar with you again!"
Huang Binghu's surprised gaze met Li Qingshan's eyes, which were filled with confidence.
Huang Binghu said, "Alright, then let me see the results of your recent days."
"Hah!" Li Qingshan did not wait for Huang Binghu to get into a fighting stance and suddenly dashed forward. Without any fancy moves, he fiercely punched Huang Binghu's chest, and the faint sound of the air being torn could be heard.
"Good lad!" Huang Binghu used his arm to block, and with a 'pa' sound, he staggered back three steps before stopping. Shaking his aching arm, he had a look of astonishment on his face. "What great strength!" Although he had not clashed with Li Qingshan head-on the last time they fought, he reckoned that his strength at that time should not have been this great.
Li Qingshan said, "Now watch this move!" He immediately dashed over and continued to attack. His fists continuously struck his opponent's chest, and his attacks were like a violent storm. He displayed the power of his fists to the extreme, and his aura was extremely fierce.
Huang Binghu had been careless for a moment and lost the initiative, falling into a disadvantageous position. However, it also aroused the heroic spirit in his chest. "I don't believe that you can really beat me in strength." He circulated his inner force, which flowed along his meridians to his arms. With the surge of inner force, his arms seemed to thicken as he met Li Qingshan's fists head-on.
As a martial artist, all their martial arts were based on this inner force. By doing this, he was already using his true strength.
"Peng peng peng peng!" The two's arms crossed, clashing head-on. Every time they clashed, there would be a loud sound of flesh and bone colliding, as if wild beasts were tearing at each other. It was extremely rough and barbaric.
Huang Binghu was, after all, very experienced. Seeing the right opportunity, he smashed his fist towards Li Qingshan's chest.
Li Qingshan actually did not block or dodge, and instead punched towards Huang Binghu's face.
Huang Binghu thought to himself, I've bitterly cultivated my inner force for many years. The strength of my fist can even kill a calf. Even if you practice an external hard body technique, you will still be injured. As for Li Qingshan's fist, he was even more disdainful of it. His fist had struck Li Qingshan first, and Li Qingshan's figure would definitely freeze for a moment.
With a "peng", his fist struck Li Qingshan's chest. As expected, Li Qingshan's figure paused for a moment, but he immediately recovered and was not affected. Huang Binghu was greatly shocked, and hastily used a lazy donkey roll. The wind from the fist brushed past his cheek, causing him to feel a dull pain.
Li Qingshan chuckled and stood still, no longer giving chase.
Huang Binghu stood up. "You're actually fine?!" He was the clearest about the power of his fist. Even if Li Qingshan had used external force to block the strength of his fist, he would not have been able to block the true qi contained in his fist. However, it had not been of any use.
Li Qingshan rubbed his chest. "It really hurts!" Just now, there seemed to be a wave of Qi that had passed through his skin and entered his body. However, it was immediately dispelled by the true qi in his body, and did not cause any damage at all. After that, he immediately regained his breath and almost hit Huang Binghu.
Using Huang Binghu's words to explain it, this was the difference in quality between acquired inner force and innate true qi.
Huang Binghu did not know whether to laugh or cry. His fist that was filled with confidence only received such an evaluation. However, all martial artists had a competitive heart. He shouted, "Then eat a few more of my punches!"
The two of them fought again. This time, Huang Binghu did not hold back and used all of his strength. His figure became much faster, and Li Qingshan could not block it. His fists rained down on Li Qingshan's body.
From an outsider's point of view, Huang Binghu was suppressing Li Qingshan and had the upper hand.
However, the two of them had different feelings. Li Qingshan only felt that Huang Binghu's movements seemed to have slowed down and become less unpredictable. Even when his fists landed on Huang Binghu's body, it only caused him a slight pain. Thus, he simply ignored him and focused on attacking. He was like a reef in a storm, not moving at all.
Meanwhile, the more Huang Binghu fought, the more shocked he became. Li Qingshan's speed, reaction, and strength were all much stronger than the last time they fought. It was as if he had become a completely different person. He could no longer easily attack Li Qingshan's vital points, but it was completely useless to attack other areas.
Furthermore, during the battle, Li Qingshan's attacks became more and more methodical. From time to time, he would use one or two extremely exquisite fist techniques, causing Huang Binghu to fall into a dangerous situation. Huang Binghu had to use his many years of experience to resolve the situation. The ferocity of Li Qingshan's fists told him that he would be finished as long as he was hit by one of his fists. The distance between the two of them was rapidly shrinking.
As a result, such a strange scene appeared. One of them was punched repeatedly, but his aura was getting stronger and stronger. Meanwhile, the other was not injured at all, but his aura was getting weaker and weaker.
Huang Binghu's forehead began to sweat, and he felt tired. However, Li Qingshan's expression did not change, and his heart did not beat.
Oxen were originally animals with great endurance. The higher one cultivated, the more obvious the gap between magical powers and martial arts became.
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