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Bisji then knocked Luo ten rounds, and the speed and power of the first blow remained the same, but he failed to hit a second consecutive blow, and he was sealed by Luo.

"Hey, hey. ”

In the night, seeing that Bisiji was very unwilling, Luo smiled very cheerfully, and finally ushered in stable success, how could he not take the opportunity to get a little bit.

Bisgi threw away the stick, pretended not to see Luo's thief laugh, and walked to the chair in front of the stone house and sat down.

This stone house, which was their dwelling, was also a house that Luo had made on the spot with the power of the hand of God, and was composed of rocks from the mountains of Talma.

The training results were perfect, Luo was not injured, and there was no need for treatment from Sambica.

"How are you going to practice tomorrow?" said Law, who walked over and sat down with Bisgi and Sambika.

After practicing the stick hitting method for two months, after the effect came out, it was time to change the method.

Sambika took a small bite of what looked like bread and looked at Luo and Bisji quietly.

She only lasted half of the training of the stick method and quit, but it was also effective, but it was not as good as Luo.

"It's simple. Bisji also took the fruit and ate it, and then looked at Luo with a smile, and that smile... Negative.

Seeing Bisji's smile, Luo shrank his neck and asked cautiously, "What kind of training method?"

Bisiji's eyes narrowed, and he said lightly: "Keep using 'Jian' until you run out of qi." ”

"Well, it's pretty simple. Luo said.

"Hmm. Bisgi nodded.

Early the next morning.

Luo used the exercises, opened the fine pores, let the qi pour out, and then covered the body surface with the compression of the qi, which was firm.

At this time, Bisji suddenly made a move and punched Luo's body, knocking him out a meter or two, but it was painless.

Bisiji's sudden punch stunned Luo, and when he didn't know what the situation was, he saw Bisiji's figure flash, quickly went around behind him, and punched him in the back, still not painful, but knocked him out of a meter or two.

"Hold on. ”

With a word, Bisgi hit Luo as a ball.

When she punched, she also used Tsuken, but she didn't use the flow to adjust the attack power, which was equivalent to hitting Luo's defense with 50 value of attack power, so Luo was not injured.

After receiving several punches, Luo understood the meaning of Bisiji's smile last night, and he didn't have time to think about it, and concentrated on maintaining his strong state.

Each punch hit Luo in a different position, knocking Luo up and down like a drunk.

Sambika watched from the sidelines, and soon she saw where Luo and Biskie were, and a circle was drawn.

Bisgi kept moving and punching on the outer track of the circle, and Law was like a ball trapped in the circle, bouncing around and never getting out of the circle.

Without interference, Luo was able to maintain a strong hold for fifty minutes, while in telekinesis battles, the minimum standard was thirty minutes.

It had only been twenty minutes since the start of the ball training, and Luo Dijian had already begun to become unstable, and the air film covering his body had become uneven.

"Twenty minutes... Very good. ”

Bisgi watched this scene, and the movements of his hands did not stop.

Theoretically, in such a continuous and fierce offensive, Yiluo's existing foundation could not last for ten minutes, but now it can be stably maintained for twenty minutes, which is obviously the result of the previous two months of training.

After Luo's Jian nearly collapsed, Bisji punched Luo out of the circle, causing Luo to suffer internal injuries.

When the qi is not exhausted, the training continues.

With Sambika here, Bisji came step by step, without leaving his hand at all, and he frequently saw blood in the fight.

Every punch that hit the body penetrated the force into the body, causing pain.

In the first two months, Luo had been hit with countless sticks, and his pain tolerance had already been transformed, and at this time, he was beaten by Bisiji, but the use of qi was not affected because of the pain.

The boring and single cultivation continues every day, no matter how windy or rainy, there is no day that stops.

Sambika witnessed Luo's transformation step by step, and she even gave up the obligations imposed on her during this time, staying by Luo's side all the time, just to be able to use her abilities to treat Luo.

Time passed, and the time for the start of this year's Hunter Test was getting closer and closer, and Luo didn't plan to participate in this year's Hunter Test, before going to the Sky Arena, all his time had to be spent on cultivation.

The seat of the Hunters' Guild, the office of Nitro.

The Beanmen sorted out the message from Bisgi and handed it to Nitro, who took it and glanced at it a few times, then shook the paper into confetti and threw it into the trash.

"Progress is rapid. Nitro concluded with a smile.

The bean-faced man said, "Will Luo participate in this year's hunter test?"

He also read the information and knew that Luo Jin's speed was indeed terrifying, and he also knew Luo Jinian's ability, and felt that talents like this should be absorbed into the association as soon as possible.

"Who knows?" said Nitro casually.

The bean-faced man opened his eyes wide and said, "President, didn't you deliberately let Bisji teach Luo just to make him a hunter as soon as possible? ”

When Nitro heard this, he immediately wondered, "Did I ask Bisji to teach Luo?"

The bean-faced man opened his mouth and said helplessly, "Didn't you ask Bisiji to contact Luo?"

Nitro nodded and said seriously, "Yes, but I didn't let Bisiji teach Luo." ”

“…”

The bean-faced man was stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was really the case.

"Then you... What's the idea?"

Nitro grinned, stroked his beard, and said, "I'm thinking about it." ”

The bean-faced man sighed softly in his heart, thinking that with the bad intentions of the president, he didn't know how to play with Luo.

.....

Sky Arena, the ring on the 230th floor.

The audience was packed, and the crowd was full of voices, all looking at the only square stone slab ring in the venue.

There were two people standing in the ring, and one person was upside down.

Among the two people standing, one is a middle-aged man wearing a referee's uniform, and the other is a tall and sturdy An Tongmu.

The referee raised his right hand and said, "An Tongmu wins!"

As soon as the words fell, the audience erupted in cheers.

An Tongmu stood beside the referee with an expressionless face, his right arm had been fractured.

"What a pity! Mr. Tooth Wolf, who was only one step away from the throne of the layer master, finally fell in front of Mr. An Tongmu, congratulations to Mr. An Tongmu for defending his layer master qualification!"

In the commentary seat, a young woman shouted the final words of the duel in her clear voice.

The cheers of the audience were endless, and the staff carried the unconscious toothed wolf down on a stretcher, leaving An Tongmu and the referee in the ring.

Immediately afterwards, the on-site reporter of the TV station came over with the microphone, first politely congratulated, and then threw questions to An Tongmu one after another.

"How did you feel about your victory over Mr. Tooth Wolf, who qualified for the Tier Challenge with an 8-2 record?"

"Did you lose three points in this duel because you broke three fingers on your right hand?"

"What did you go through in 90 days of preparation to lose three fingers?"

"Mr. An Tongmu, may I ask if the injury on your right hand was man-made or an accident? If so, by whom?"

An Tongmu looked coldly at the reporter who asked the last question, and the reporter couldn't help but tremble when he felt An Tongmu's momentum.

"He'll come, and then, I'll kill him!"

Leaving behind the headless sentence, An Tongmu turned around and left, leaving behind a group of reporters with a very keen sense of smell.

He?

The reporters' eyes lit up, and their heads instantly thought of the draft.

[Shocking! Layer Lord An Tongmu broke his finger for 'him' people!]

[Who did the severed finger of the right hand of the layer master An Tongmu? Let's enter the inner world of Mr. An Tongmu!]

[Who is that 'he'!?]