The change in Ma Shaokang's breath did not hide it from the mountain flowers. She was also stunned for a moment and said blankly,

"Didn't you say that you won't practice this martial art for the time being? What if you get into a devil?"

Ma Shaokang didn't take it seriously, his face full of excitement, his rosy face was full of satisfaction with great improvement in his skills.

"Haha, don't worry, I know that it's just a few methods of running qi and meridians. I understand some of them and refer to the martial arts they originally practiced, and gain a lot.

To be honest, with this Kunpeng technique, it can be as short as two years or as long as five years. I can definitely attack the Grandmaster's martial arts."

While speaking, he held his right hand hard and waved his eyes hard, with his eyes full of expectations for the future.

Shanhua curled her lips. Wushu is not so easy to practice. Many times, progress is short-term, while stagnation is long-term.

What's more, the Kunpeng Art is so profound and difficult to understand. One thousand people have a thousand understandings. The same mental method, different people practice differently, and the effects produced are very different. She is also a little conceited and does not think that Ma Shaokang can be more powerful than herself.

When I walked to the stream in the valley like this, Shanhua had already repeated the Kunpeng Art three times, and Ma Shaokang also memorized the mystery of the mind method, but some subtle points need to be deepened.

For some reason, he was extremely excited along the way. He felt extremely smooth about this Kunpeng Art, as if he had brushed away the dust covering it and uncovered the coat attached to it. How to pronounce, pronounce, study, and practice, he felt extremely smooth and had no sense of difficulty.

Ma Shaokang even felt that he was really a talented genius, or he had a strong adaptability to this Kunpeng Art, so he could learn it and get it through in a while?

All the others can be faked, but his own skills have improved, but he cannot be faked, which gives him infinite confidence and courage.

When the mountain flowers were playing in the stream like a child, he sat cross-legged on the pile of pebbles beside the stream, wandering his mind and thinking moving, trying to truly get the Kunpeng technique.

Ma Shaokang didn't even notice that he had become eager for quick success and instant benefits since when. Both Shanjun and Shanhua said that this martial arts are very profound and obscure, and at the risk of becoming possessed by the demons, but he is still confident and conceited, forcibly comprehend and practiced.

After about less than a quarter of an hour, Ma Shaokang suddenly shook his body, and his whole body seemed to be pierced by countless silver needles, thundering out slender blood lines. And there were even sounds of bursting qi orifices spreading. He undoubtedly fell to the ground and completely fainted.

The mountain flowers that were originally playing in the stream did not notice this abnormal situation, or in other words, there was some special force that affected the mountain flowers, which made her invisibly ignore Ma Shaokang.

Until Shanhua had a great time, she remembered that there was another Ma Shaokang by her side, but suddenly found that her new good friend had fallen to the ground with blood all over her body. She was shocked and hurried forward to investigate the situation.

The result is naturally that Ma Shaokang's five internal organs have broken, his meridians have been broken, and his qi orifices have exploded and died, and he died completely.

For a moment, the mountain flowers were crying like rain, and they felt inexplicably panic and guilt, because she had guessed that it must be Ma Shaokang's practice of the Kunpeng Art and that he died.

Although in the final analysis, it was Ma Shaokang's own impetuous behavior that led to his devilishness, Shanhua himself was also an inducement.

Therefore, Shanhua was in a bad mood. In addition to being in pain, she took Ma Shaokang's body back to her residence in the valley to seek help from her grandfather.

Outside the house, Ma Shaokang's body was completely cold, his whole face was pale, his facial features were ferocious, and he was placed on a wooden board.

The mountain flowers are covered with pear blossoms, and they are snuggling in Shanjun's arms crying, their eyes are red and swollen, obviously they cannot accept this fact.

It’s not that Shanhua really has a relationship with Ma Shaokang to such a level, and it’s simply caused by the interweaving of various factors.

First of all, Ma Shaokang is the only person she has come into contact with and regards as a friend in recent years. It is quite important and has a certain position in her heart.

Secondly, in Shanhua's eyes, Ma Shaokang's death was inseparable from himself.

Therefore, the performance of mountain flowers is so fragile. Otherwise, how could the children in the mountains be so sentimental?

Shanjun helplessly soothes the mountain flowers and enlightens the way.

"This is fate. Ma Shaokang is resentful. I was worried that he would use you, so I wanted to pass on his martial arts skills to help him take revenge, and avoid dragging you into the water.

I have given him a choice of three martial arts, hundreds of beast fist, the Yuan Dividing Technique, and the Kunpeng Art. No matter which one is, it will be of great help to him. If he chooses the Kunpeng Art, it means that he can bear the negative consequences brought by the Kunpeng Art.

I also specifically reminded him that this Kunpeng Art is a magical technique of gods and demons, and it is extremely special. It must be a person with a profound realm or talented person who cannot comprehend it.

Now that he ends up in a devilish death, no one can blame him. If he wants to blame, he will blame his own choice.

Shanhua, you don’t have to blame yourself for this.”

Shan Jun sighed helplessly in his heart, and the whole thing was actually under his control.

There are no exceptions from seeing Ma Shaokang alone to warning the other party, giving the other party a chance to choose, and asking the other party to ask Shanhua for advice.

It can be said that Ma Shaokang is like an actor, performing step by step according to the script given by Shan Jun.

Of course, his skills are improved, and of course the Kunpeng Art is related to the Kunpeng Art, but at the same time, it is more important that Shan Jun had already secretly attacked when he met Ma Shaokang alone, leaving a lead on Ma Shaokang, and it was not the same.

Ma Shaokang's so-called success in practicing the Kunpeng Art is actually because of the spontaneous operation of the qi that Shanjun had long been retained in his body.

The Kunpeng Art is owned by Shanjun. He has been immersed in this skill very deeply and has left traces of the methods related to the Kunpeng Art. It is simply easy, especially the Shanjun's martial arts are far higher than that of Ma Shaokang, and there is no trace.

In addition, Shan Jun also planted a delusion in Ma Shaokang's mind, and unconsciously guided him to destruction.

Otherwise, no matter how rampant Ma Shaokang was, he would not have been so ignorant that he knew that this skill was at risk of being possessed by the devil, and he would not be so careless and practiced rashly without much experience.

It can only be said that Shan Jun’s methods and traces are not hidden under Ma Shaokang’s personal experience and character. No one can imagine that Ma Shaokang’s death was dominated by Shan Jun.

Shan Jun was not sorry for this. Ma Shaokang's enemy was Meng Zhao, so he was destined to never have the chance to take revenge, and death was even more a matter of time.
Chapter completed!