He Yiming was extremely fast and he was not on a straight route while walking, but what really made him rush out regardless of danger was actually his own consciousness.

It was a special feeling, as if it was the inexplicable sixth feeling that rushing out at this moment would not encounter too much crisis.

Between the two rises and falls, he had already arrived at a big tree not far away. At the corner of his eyes, he immediately saw a man in a black tights. He was holding a small crossbow number one in his hand and was installing a crossbow arrow.

He Yiming glanced over and immediately recognized the origin of this crossbow arrow. This thing is not exactly the same as the regular crossbow arrows in the army. They are much smaller in power and size. If he was not mistaken, it should be a crossbow cast in some big families, but for some reason it fell into the hands of this person.

He lowered his body slightly, and He Yiming's hand swept across the ground. He had already picked up a stone as big as a fist and threw it towards the other party.

Although He Yiming had not learned any hidden weapon techniques, the stone mixed with his internal strength also made a sharp sound of breaking through the air and flew towards the other party like a sharp arrow.

The man was extremely flexible and his reaction was extremely agile. He had abandoned the crossbow arrow that had not been fully installed in an instant. A lazy donkey rolled over and immediately hid. Moreover, the man had just stood up and exerted force under his feet. A large ball of soil mixed with fine stones appeared on the road where He Yiming rushed over like rain.

He Yiming was secretly annoyed. He never thought that he would encounter such a thing when fighting with someone. His figure slowed down in the air, but was still splashed on his body by some soil.

He Yiming finally saw the other person's face as he landed on his feet.

This is a middle-aged man with a sharp-mouthed face, especially his eyes, which are slightly red, as if they are a ferocious blood color.

He Yiming's heart was shaking, and he had recognized the other party in an instant, and understood why he had to attack without saying a word.

"Hu Bin?" He Yiming subconsciously clenched his fists and said nervously.

However, a chill inexplicably surged in his heart. Although his internal energy cultivation had reached the seventh level, the other party was a bloody guy. To be afraid in his heart, that would be a self-deception.

Hu Bin looked at He Yiming coldly, and a sneer appeared on the verge of words, saying, "Hehe, you aristocratic children are getting more and more courageous. Such a small guy dares to send him to die."

He Yiming took a deep breath, his heart moved slightly, and his internal strength was instantly gathered to the sixth level of Hunyuan Power.

With his fists stretched out flat, He Yiming said loudly: "Hu Bin, who is here to die? You have to hit him before he knows. Please take it..." His face suddenly tightened, his fists came out together, and he bombarded forward. Because before he finished speaking, Hu Bin in front of him had already pounced on him directly.

When they fought with the brothers in Zhuangzhong, they were only ready for the two sides to make it clear that the carriage and horses were fighting, but Hu Bin actually attacked halfway, which made him unexpected.

Fortunately, He Yiming's reaction speed is far beyond ordinary people. Although he was stunned, he subconsciously blocked it.

Hu Bin's figure was like a swimming fish. He jumped to He Yiming's side with a light palm, and he seemed to be slapped at him without any force.

He Yiming was naturally not willing to be outdone. He used the golden martial arts Hunyuan Technique and the Rolling Stone Fist with all his strength, and rushed towards the other party without showing any weakness.

The fists and palms of both sides had collided together in an instant. Hu Bin's face changed, and his feet were exerting force, and he actually rushed out like a ghost. His body flew around in the air, and then stepped on the two big trees alternately, barely removing the huge impact force on He Yiming's fist.

After the two sides officially fought, He Yiming's heart suddenly calmed down.

Although Hu Bin had a murderous aura that made him afraid, his internal energy was indeed only five levels. Even if he only used the internal energy of the sixth level and combined with combat skills, he could easily defeat him. With this in mind, he shouted lightly and chased him away.

Hu Bin hit the ground with his feet, suddenly shouted, "Let's wait."

He Yiming paused, stood firmly like a static quartz, and looked at the other party suspiciously.

Hu Bin carried his hands behind his back, with a hint of shock on his face, and said, "Sixth level of internal strength, sixth level of martial arts? Which family are you from?"

He Yiming held his head up and said proudly: "Taicang Hejiazhuang."

"Okay, what a Hejiazhuang, there is such a young master." Hu Bin nodded, but his eyes were full of murderous intent. He stretched out his hands, rubbed each other for a moment, and said, "My qi and blood have been adjusted, so I can continue to fight."

He Yiming was stunned for a moment and immediately understood. It turned out that the collision just now had already caused Hu Bin's blood to churn. If he took advantage of the victory, he would definitely take advantage of it. However, in just the effort of these two sentences, the other party had recovered as before.

His face turned slightly red. The lesson this time was extremely profound, and he has been remembered firmly in his heart since then.

A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and He Yiming's fists intertwined and kept hitting Hu Bin. With the cooperation of the sixth level of internal strength, each of his punches brought a fist wind. What's even more terrifying is that the first fist wind had not completely dissipated, and the second fist wind had already been emitted. In this way, a natural fist wind followed by a fist wind had formed around him, and he himself was like a huge round rock, constantly rolling within a certain range. Wherever his fist wind came, even those towering trees would shake slightly, not to mention some weeds and shrubs, it was like being crushed by a huge stone, leaving deep traces.

At the same time, his momentum was like the wind of the fist, one wave higher than the other. After dozens of punches, the fear in his heart gradually dissipated, and each punch was hit, with a refreshing feeling, gradually gaining an absolute advantage.

He felt completely relaxed in his heart, and this feeling was completely different when he was fighting with the brothers in the village.

This is actual combat, real combat...

However, He Yiming was quite impressed by the enemy in front of him. The internal strength and combat skills that Hu Bin displayed were clearly a kind of metal system, but what he showed was not as strong and fierce as the metal system combat skills, but instead had the soft and hard feeling of water system combat skills. The ability to use the metal system combat skills to this level is definitely not something he can match.

If you encounter an ordinary Jin-type fifth-level internal strength practitioner, it will be difficult to support it under He Yiming's continuous attack. However, Hu Bin's skills are indeed extraordinary, and his figure is swimming in the fist wind like a huge rock rolling.

With his cultivation of the fifth-level internal energy of the golden system, as long as he is not directly hit by He Yiming's fist, no matter how powerful the fist wind around him is, he will not be able to hurt him. It's just that in order to avoid the two fists that seem to be everywhere, he has no time to attack.

A quarter of an hour later, Hu Bin was quite anxious. He kept cursing in secret. Where did this monster pop up? Why did he still not increase the fist wind after using such a long time of gold-type martial arts? He didn't even feel exhausted at all.

When the two sides had just fought, he recognized He Yiming's boxing technique as the rolling stone fist of the gold system. Although the power of this boxing technique is good, it is one of the most powerful boxing techniques among all the same level of skills. However, this boxing technique has a huge flaw, that is, because it needs to maintain constant pressure, the internal energy consumed is quite considerable.

He could see at a glance that the age of the aristocratic family in front of him would definitely not be more than fifteen. At this age, it would be an amazing thing to be able to cultivate internal energy to the sixth level. Even in the entire Tianluo Kingdom, there was no one in thousands who could reach this level before the age of fifteen.

So he immediately made up his mind and dealt with He Yiming with the best efforts. As long as the opponent's internal strength is exhausted, it will be time for him to counterattack.

But until this moment, He Yiming became more and more brave as he fought. He seemed to be able to sense the increasing oppressive momentum from his fist wind, as if his internal strength could be continuously exerted.

Has this little guy's internal strength reached the peak of the sixth level? Otherwise, how could he have such a terrifying performance? Hu Bin felt very regretful. If he had known this, he would have thought of running away from the beginning, but now he is trapped by the opponent's fist wind, and it would be even more difficult to escape. Moreover, avoiding in He Yiming's fist wind is also a very dangerous way, and he can no longer feel supportive.

At the same time, behind him, there are powerful pursuers. If he continues to entangle with this young man, even if he can avoid it safely, as long as the pursuers arrive, he will be unable to fly.

A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then he gritted his teeth suddenly. After avoiding He Yiming's next fist wind, he suddenly hit the ground with his feet and stepped deep into the soil like a stone stake.

Holding up his palms, Hu Bin shouted loudly, and his palms seemed to have surged three points wide, and he rushed towards He Yiming like a mountain pressing down on him.

He Yiming was overjoyed. Although he had an absolute advantage, the other party was experienced and never fought with him head-on, which gave him a feeling of depression like he was trying to hit the cotton with all his might. Therefore, when Hu Bin stood up and fought back, he naturally wanted it.

The fists and palms of both sides collided fiercely in an instant, and He Yiming's face suddenly changed, and the powerful internal strength surged up. The other party's palms were like a giant axe to open the mountain, completely breaking the powerful power accumulated by his rolling stone fist, and counterattacked without mercy.
Chapter completed!