Chapter 44: Xia Ming's Martial Path

  This is an obvious truth.

  The blood vessels, although seemingly abstract, were simply compared by Xia Lin to water pipes. As the pipe expands, doesn't its diameter become larger towards the outer edges, requiring more water flow to fill it up?

  This is also the reason why Xia Lin didn't have too much hope, after all, a main attack spiritual grass that can only provide him with three percent of its power. However, he still got some unexpected surprises.

  "Not bad."

  "These mysterious treasure fragments aren't all without rank, there should be quite a few that are low-ranking. Looks like everyone made out pretty well in this robbery."

  Xia Lin analyzed it slightly and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He muttered excitedly, "Break!"

  As Xia Lin let out a soft drink, the bloodline that had just broken through to 98% suddenly expanded again.

  Ninety-nine percent!

  The blood vessels expanded, the degree of blood vessel activation increased greatly, ninety-nine percent, only one step away from fully activating the ancient barbarian tribe's blood vessels!

  After the blood vessels expanded, the blood gas swept through the remaining fragments of Xuanbao again, absorbing all its power. After that, it made another impact, but unfortunately, this time due to lack of follow-up strength, it failed to break through the barrier.

  At this point, all the remaining fragments of Xuanbao had thoroughly turned into worthless scraps.

  Xia Lin opened his eyes, feeling a little surprised at the power in his body.

  As the degree of blood vessel activation increases, the power of the blood vessels is released again, although it becomes more and more difficult as time goes on. However, at the same time, every time progress is made, the released power also becomes stronger and stronger.

  "Boom!"

  Xia Lin's fist struck out, without a single tremble, the thick and full power caused a slight shock in the air.

  Compared with before, Xia Lin already had a result in her heart.

  "It's only progressed by three percent, but its power has increased twofold!"

  "Sure enough, the advantages of the ancient barbarians are finally gradually appearing?"

  "Ninety-nine percent is already so powerful, if the last one percent is completed and the ancient barbarian's bloodline is fully activated? I'm really looking forward to it."

  A look of expectation on his face, Xia Lin ended his cultivation and carelessly threw the broken copper and iron scraps to one side before walking out.

  Pushing open the door, inside the manor was extremely quiet.

  After last time Xia Cheng was severely injured by Hei Feng Zhai's disciples, they basically all fell into a state of frenzied cultivation.

  Unlike before, this time they clearly knew that although they had obtained a lot of resources in the last few times, especially in Xia Sheng's place, which was almost several times that of others, these resources were not theirs, but belonged to the mountain stronghold!

  Although the young master has given them permission, who knows that once they return, these things must be handed over and it is absolutely not allowed to keep them private.

  So in the last few days, just consume as much as you can.

  In the past, it was not guaranteed to have a spiritual grass in a year. This kind of uncontrolled use of spiritual grass for cultivation is simply something that only appears in dreams. So where's the time to play? A once-in-a-century opportunity, cultivation is the king! This is also the reason why Xia Lin came out and found the manor empty after all.

  After strolling around the manor and admiring the surrounding scenery, Xia Lin unexpectedly met someone by a pond.

  "Really?"

  Xia Lin looked at the figure in the distance with some surprise, a cold-faced young man sitting on a stone by the pond, silently watching the fish swim back and forth in the pond, just sitting there quietly, wondering what he was thinking.

  "It's Xia Ming... strange, he didn't go to cultivate, what is he doing here." Xia Lin felt a bit strange and glanced at Xia Ming, suddenly his heart skipped a beat, his gaze slightly shifted downward, looking at Xia Ming's right hand, on his wrist, there was a purplish-red swelling, seeping with a hint of blood red color, looking quite terrifying.

  "What is that?"

  Xia Lin's heart tightened, just as she was about to say something. At this moment, Xia Ming quickly dropped her sleeve and picked up the giant bow, suddenly turning around and aiming at what was behind her: "Who?!"

  "It's me." Xia Lin walked out calmly, and upon seeing this, Xia Ming let out a slight sigh of relief, put down the giant bow, and sat back in his original position.

  Xia Lin also knew his temperament and directly asked: "What's wrong with your wrist?"

  Xia Ming smiled wryly: "It's just overexertion, the barbarian bloodline gave me strength, but I couldn't grasp it at all. Every time I use it, this phenomenon appears, and my body can't withstand it."

  "Overexerted yourself?" Xia Lin seemed to be thinking deeply.

  "You're probably going to be disappointed, maybe it won't be long before I become a useless person." Xia Ming said lightly, seemingly indifferent, but Xia Lin still saw a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

  Yes, whoever becomes a waste from a strong martial artist can't accept it, let alone Xia Ming's talent is quite good, at least the impact of the vortex realm is absolutely no problem. As for his disappointment, I suppose he was referring to Xia Lin's intention to recruit him as his number one fighter, when Xia Ming couldn't practice martial arts anymore, wouldn't there be only Sun Zhong left by Xia Lin's side?

  Xia Lin smiled and said: "Stretch out your hand, let me take a look."

  Xia Ming stretched out his right hand and pulled up his sleeve to his wrist, revealing the purplish-blue area once again. As for the blood-red color, Xia finally saw it clearly at this time - some parts had already cracked open, and blood was slowly flowing out.

  "Hiss——"

  Xia Lin took a glance and sucked in a breath of cold air, how did this guy endure it?

  What's even more frightening is that Xia Ming still looks like nothing's wrong, yet under such injuries, he can still use that gigantic bow which requires a lot of strength to draw?

  This is no longer being heartless, but cruel. This guy, how can he be so ruthless to himself?

  "Let it go." Xia Lin said calmly, still surprised in his heart, but as a doctor, he wouldn't show too much emotion. Staying calm was his top priority when faced with anything.

  "Do you like bows?" Xia Lin asked, looking at the giant bow beside him.

  "Alright."

  Xia Ming nodded, "It's my life. When I was a child, my father relied on a bow and arrow to establish his own prestige. Although the bow is not as good as the sword, but I will never give up."

  It was a factor of the older generation, Xia Lin nodded secretly, as for that sentence "the bow is not as good as the sword"... he did not express any opinion.

  Each type of weapon has its own unique characteristics and advantages and disadvantages, in many ways the bow is not as good as the sword, but similarly in many places the sword can't compare to the bow.

  "Are you a warrior who mainly uses the bow?" Xia Lin repeated, then said: "However, you should know that as warriors get stronger, in the Qi Xuan realm, Ning Hai realm, and even the Gui Yuan realm, the effect of the bow will become smaller and smaller. After all, most warriors mainly use swords or knives. If you take the path of archery, you may even need to create your own martial arts. How far can you go on this road?"

  Xia Ming fell silent.

  Indeed, if he were to leave, how far could he go? Although he was confident in his own talent, but creating a martial art from scratch? He didn't have that ability yet, at least not now. Moreover, after creating his own martial art, would it really be stronger than the kung fu that had been refined over thousands of years?

  He had thought about these problems, but there was no result at all.

  After a long while, Xia Ming shook her head, "Thinking about these things is useless, anyway, I won't have that much time either."

  “……”

  In one sentence, express the sourness in your heart.

  "Perhaps I can take a look, stretch out your left hand." Xia Lin furrowed his brow and said to Xia Ming.

  Xia Ming was taken aback and didn't quite understand what Xia Lin wanted to do. Could it be that Xia Lin could still cure his problem? Holding onto a glimmer of hope, he still stretched out his left hand.

  Xia Lin placed two fingers lightly on Xia Ming's wrist, and two streams of blood energy instantly surged into Xia Ming's body. After a brief circulation, what left him speechless was that these blood energies were so reluctant to leave, and when they departed, they even took away a large portion of the Xuan Qi from within Xia Ming's body.

  Helpless shaking of the head, these blood and energy were suddenly dispersed by Xia Lin. Jokingly, he was just here to probe, if Xia Ming discovered that he was plundering his own vital energy, the problem would be big.

  And at this time, he already had a result and found the real reason for Xiaoming's wrist problem.

  Loosening his fingers, Xia Lin hesitated for a moment and said lightly: "I think there's still a way to solve it."

  "What?!"

  Xia Ming was suddenly startled, lifted his head, and earlier Xia Lin's slight shake of the head made him think he had no chance at all. Unexpectedly, Xia Lin said there was a way, could it really be true? Xia Ming's emotions were somewhat agitated, but years of calmness had long since soothed his mood, and he quickly stabilized.

  "Can it really be treated?"

  "En." Xia Lin nodded, because this was not a problem of excessive power causing damage to the meridians, but rather... a problem of blood concentration!

  It was almost at the same time that Xia Ming's injury was discovered, and Xia Lin felt a little strange, because this was similar to what he had experienced before, only not as severe. With the exploration just now, he had already come to a conclusion in his heart, and after the blood gas wandered in Xia Ming's body, he also judged the situation of the blood concentration in Xia Ming's body.

  Eight points!

  If Xia Lin's body had a concentration of ancient barbarian blood of one part in ten, then Xia Ming's body had an astonishing eight parts. He was only a hair's breadth away from being completely blocked like Xia Lin, unable to cultivate at all, but also unable to exhibit the barbarian's absolute power, stuck in a state of neither advancing nor retreating.

  It was also this two-point difference that ultimately left the legacy of the ancient barbarian tribe in Xia Lin's hands.

  This is the only one, there is no other branch.

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