He Yiming's speed was extremely fast, and he wasn't walking on a straight path. But what really made him rush out regardless of the danger was actually his intuition.
It was a special feeling. It was as if he had an inexplicable sixth sense that if he rushed out now, he wouldn't encounter too much danger.
After two jumps, he had already arrived at the side of a large tree not far away. Out of the corner of his eye, he immediately saw a man wearing black tights. In his hand was a small crossbow, and he was in the process of installing the crossbow.
He Yiming's eyes swept over it, and he immediately recognized the origin of this crossbow. This thing was completely different from the standard crossbows in the army. Whether it was in terms of power or size, it was a lot smaller. If he wasn't mistaken, this should be a crossbow that was privately made by some large families. But he didn't know how it ended up in the hands of this person.
Slightly lowering his body, He Yiming's hand swept across the ground. He had already picked up a fist-sized rock, and he threw it at the opponent.
Although He Yiming didn't learn any hidden weapon techniques, the rock that was mixed with his inner strength also made a sharp sound as it flew towards the opponent like an arrow.
The opponent's movements were extremely nimble, and his reaction was even more agile. In an instant, he had already abandoned the crossbow that hadn't been fully installed, and with a lazy roll, he immediately dodged. And just as the person stood up, he suddenly exerted force with his feet, and a large amount of dirt mixed with fine stones appeared in the sky like rain on He Yiming's path.
He Yiming was annoyed in his heart. He never thought that he would encounter this kind of situation during a fight. His body slowed down in midair, but some dirt still splashed onto his body.
Both feet touched the ground, and He Yiming finally saw the opponent's face.
It was a middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Especially his pair of eyes, there was a slight trace of red, as if it was a kind of ferocious blood color.
He Yiming's heart trembled, and he instantly recognized the opponent. He also understood why he attacked without saying a word.
"Hu Bin?" He Yiming subconsciously clenched his fists and said nervously.
However, there was an inexplicable chill in his heart. Although his inner force cultivation had reached the seventh level, his opponent was a guy with blood on his hands. If he said that he was not afraid, he would be lying to himself.
Hu Bin coldly looked at He Yiming as a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He said, "Heh heh, you disciples of aristocratic families are getting bolder and bolder. You actually dared to send such a small fellow to his death."
He Yiming took a deep breath and his heart skipped a beat. The inner strength in his body began to circulate. In an instant, he had reached the peak of the sixth level of the Mixed Yuan Force.
He Yiming stretched out his fists and said in a clear voice, "Hu Bin, we will only know who has come to die after we fight. Take …" His face suddenly tightened, and he threw out both fists, bombarding forward. This was because before he could finish his words, Hu Bin had already pounced on him.
In the past, when he fought with the Zhuang Zhong brothers, both sides were well prepared before they openly fought. However, Hu Bin actually launched a sneak attack midway, which greatly surprised him.
Fortunately, He Yiming's reaction speed was far from ordinary people's. Although he was startled, he still subconsciously blocked the attack.
Hu Bin's figure was as slippery as a fish. He leaped to He Yiming's side and lightly slapped his palm, seemingly without any strength.
Naturally, He Yiming was not to be outdone. The Metal Attribute Cultivation Method, the Mixed Yuan Force, combined with the Rolling Stone Fist, attacked the other party without showing any signs of weakness.
Both sides' fists and palms collided in an instant. Hu Bin's expression changed, and he exerted strength in his legs. He actually jumped back like a ghost. His body somersaulted in the air, and then stepped on two big trees alternately. Only then did he manage to offset the huge impact of He Yiming's fist.
After the two sides officially fought, He Yiming's heart immediately calmed down.
Although Hu Bin's body had a murderous aura that made him afraid, Hu Bin's inner strength was only at the fifth level. Even if he used the sixth level of inner strength and battle skills, it was enough to easily defeat him. As soon as he thought of this, he let out a soft shout and chased after him with flying steps.
Hu Bin's feet touched the ground, and he suddenly shouted, "Wait."
He Yiming's footsteps paused, and he stood steadily like an immovable King Kong. He looked at his opponent suspiciously.
Hu Bin put his hands behind his back, and there was a trace of surprise on his face. He said, "Sixth level of inner strength, sixth level of cultivation technique? Which family are you from? "
He Yiming held his head high, and proudly said, "Taicang He Family Village."
"Good, good He Family Village, to actually have such a young expert." Hu Bin nodded, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent. He stretched out his hands, and rubbed them together. He said, "My blood and Qi have already been adjusted. We can continue fighting."
He Yiming was slightly stunned, and immediately understood. It turned out that the collision just now had already caused Hu Bin's blood and Qi to surge. If he followed up with another attack, he would definitely be able to take advantage. However, in the time it took to say these two sentences, Hu Bin had already recovered.
His face was slightly red. The lesson this time could be said to be extremely deep, and he would remember it firmly in his heart.
A trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He Yiming's fists crisscrossed, and endlessly punched towards Hu Bin. With the cooperation of the sixth level of inner strength, each of his punches brought about a gust of wind. Moreover, what was even more terrifying was that before the first gust of wind completely dissipated, the second gust of wind had already been sent out. Just like this, one gust of wind after another gust of wind formed a natural gust of wind around his body. His body was like a huge round boulder, constantly rolling in a certain range. Wherever his gust of wind passed, even the towering trees would slightly shake, not to mention the weeds and shrubs. It was as if they were crushed by a huge boulder, leaving behind deep marks.
At the same time, his aura was also like the gust of wind from his punches, each wave stronger than the last. After dozens of punches, the fear in his heart gradually dissipated. Every time he punched, there was a kind of refreshing feeling, and he gradually gained the absolute upper hand.
There was a feeling of completely relaxing in his heart. This feeling was completely different from the feeling he usually felt when he fought with the brothers in the village.
This was a real battle, a real battle …
However, He Yiming was also quite impressed with the enemy in front of him. The inner strength and combat skills that Hu Bin used were clearly of the gold element, but what he displayed was actually not the strength and fierceness of the gold element combat skills. Instead, it had the feeling of softness and hardness of the water element combat skills. To be able to use the gold element combat skills to such an extent, this person's combat experience was definitely not something that he could compare to.
If he encountered an ordinary gold element fifth level inner strength cultivator, under He Yiming's endless attacks, it would be very difficult for him to withstand. However, Hu Bin's skills were indeed extraordinary. His body shuttled back and forth like a fish in the gust of wind that was like a rolling boulder.
With his gold element fifth level inner strength cultivation, as long as he was not directly hit by He Yiming's fists, then no matter how strong the gust of wind around him was, it would not be able to hurt him. It was just that in order to avoid the seemingly omnipresent fists, he had no time to attack.
After a quarter of an hour, Hu Bin's heart was quite anxious. He could not help but curse in his heart. Where did this freak come from? After using the gold element combat skills for such a long time, the gust of wind from his fists was still increasing. There was not even the slightest feeling of exhaustion.
When the two sides had just exchanged blows, he had already recognized that He Yiming's fist technique was the gold element Rolling Stone Fist. Although the power of this fist technique was not bad, it could be considered as one of the strongest fist techniques of the same level. However, this fist technique had a huge flaw, and that was because it had to maintain constant pressure, so the amount of inner strength consumed was also quite considerable.
With a glance, he could tell that the child in front of him was definitely not more than 15 years old. At this age, being able to cultivate to the sixth level of inner strength was already an amazing thing. Even in the entire Tian Luo Kingdom, being able to reach this level before the age of 15 was already one in ten thousand.
Therefore, he immediately made up his mind to do his best to contend with He Yiming. As long as the opponent's inner strength was exhausted, then it would be time for him to counterattack.
However, until now, He Yiming was getting more and more courageous. From the gust of wind from his fists, Hu Bin could feel that the pressure was constantly increasing. It was as if his inner strength could be continuously used like this.
Could it be that this little guy's inner strength had already reached the peak of the sixth level? Otherwise, how could he have such a terrifying performance? Hu Bin's heart was filled with regret. If he had known earlier, he would have thought of escaping from the beginning. However, now that he was trapped by the opponent's gust of wind, it would be even more difficult to escape. Moreover, dodging He Yiming's gust of wind from his fists was also a very dangerous method. He already felt that he could not hold on any longer.
At the same time, behind him, there were still powerful pursuers. If he continued to tangle with this young man, then even if he could safely escape, once the pursuers arrived, he would not be able to escape.
A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes. Then, he suddenly gritted his teeth. After dodging He Yiming's next gust of wind from his fists, his feet suddenly landed on the ground, and like a stone pillar, he deeply planted his feet into the ground.
Raising both of his palms high, Hu Bin shouted. His palms seemed to have expanded by three times, and as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him, he struck towards He Yiming.
He Yiming was overjoyed. Although he had the absolute upper hand, his opponent was very experienced. From beginning to end, he didn't fight him head-on. This made him feel depressed, as if he was hitting cotton with all his strength. Therefore, when Hu Bin stood still and counterattacked, he naturally could not ask for more.
The fists and palms of both sides collided fiercely in an instant. He Yiming's complexion suddenly changed. His powerful inner strength surged up. His opponent's palms were like a giant axe that could split open a mountain, completely breaking apart the power accumulated by his Rolling Stone Fist. Furthermore, his opponent's palms mercilessly counterattacked.
Book ID = 1429437, Book name = "Warring States Miscellaneous Scholar Lu Buwei"
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