Wei Ziao hurriedly shook his head: "No! ”

Wang Ziqiao frowned, it was obvious that this Wei Ziao was not a natural magician, and at such a young age, it was the time to be active, so it was obviously impossible for him to meditate and sense the magic elements.

"Giggle......" Wei Ziao burped again and spat out some flames, but he didn't know it and pursed his lips.

Wang Ziqiao scratched his scalp, but he was sure that since this Wei Ziao's body could become so peculiar, then he would definitely have the strength to control this, otherwise, how could he survive at this time?

It proves that his soul can fully withstand the burning of this flame, and it is also due to the fact that he has had the habit of drinking since he was a child, otherwise, if the average child drank that mysterious wine, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

"Ziao, try to concentrate!" Prince Joe said.

"What is concentration?" Wei Ziao asked drunkenly.

Wang Ziqiao grabbed his arm, felt hot and hot, and burned his skin almost instantly, so frightened that he hurriedly let go, and said, "You clench your fists!" ”

"Oh!" Wei Ziao responded, then clenched his small fists and looked at Wang Ziqiao suspiciously.

"Look at this wall and hit it hard!"

Wei Ziao nodded again, came to the wall, and punched at the wall.

Boom!

"Ah...... It hurts, Master! Wei Ziao exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly withdrew his fist.

Wang Ziqiao found that the flesh on Wei Ziao's fist had a little abrasion, but it quickly recovered.

"It doesn't hurt now, does it?"

Wei Ziao nodded.

"Master told you, the harder you hit, the less pain you will have, you brew it first, remember, you must concentrate, clench your fists, and concentrate all the strength in your body on this fist!" Prince Qiao said solemnly.

"Concentrate your whole body on your fists!" Wei Ziao shook his head in a daze, blinked, and stared at his little fist.

"Yes, hit the spirit, don't think about anything, just want to hit all the strength in the fist, yes, continue, come on, you just think that there is a big bad wolf in front of you who wants to eat people, the big bad wolf wants to eat you, you have to use all your strength to hit it and beat the big bad wolf away!" Wang Ziqiao followed aside, raised his hand and spit out a wind-based magic spell, and cut out a wolf pattern on the wall.

"The big bad wolf wants to eat me? I'll beat the big bad wolf! Wei Ziao repeated Wang Ziqiao's words, his eyes met with the wolf.

As his spiritual power hit more and more, the silver teeth clenched, pretending to be very angry, and those eyes began to redden, and there seemed to be a stream of heat all over his body, gathering quickly along his arms and towards his fists.

Rumble......

Suddenly, Wei Ziao's fist, like a lit torch, burst into flames.

Fortunately, Wei Ziao himself had long been immune to fire, and he was not afraid at all, and the moment the flames appeared, he suddenly screamed, aiming at the wolf figure in front of him is a punch.

Boom......

After this punch, the whole seemed to tremble one after another, and on this wall, a large hole was directly knocked out, and the rubble flew and fell on the corridor.

Wang Ziqiao ignored the damaged wall, but his heart was extremely shocked, the wall in front of him was the width of two bricks together, even if he wanted to break it with one punch, it would be very difficult, at least five punches would be needed.

He found that the reason why Wei Ziao was able to smash the wall was not entirely because of his strength, but because of the flame, when Wei Ziao punched out, the flame had already pierced through the wall first, and it burned the bricks and cement into cracks.

If this is a punch to someone, even a fourth-level grandmaster will be afraid that he will not be able to escape death.

"Master, I killed the big bad wolf!" Wei Ziao didn't care about his destructive power at all, but looked at the wolf figure that no longer had a head, and the flames in his hands gradually extinguished.

"Yes, Ziao is so good!" Prince Qiao laughed.

"Master, can I sleep? I'm so sleepy! ”

After saying this, without waiting for Wang Ziqiao to answer, Wei Ziao's eyes narrowed, he collapsed to the ground, and fell asleep!

The clothes on his body had already been burned to ashes, Wang Ziqiao used a water magic spell to clean him, and felt that Wei Ziao's skin temperature had returned to normal, so he picked him up with a smile and put him in a bedroom.

"Brother Wei, you just stay in the club for a few more days, and when I get to know the little guy completely, and he can sleep peacefully after he leaves, it's not too late for you to leave!" Wang Ziqiao called Wei Wengong into the room and said.

Wei Wengong naturally agreed and was very grateful.

……

Wei Ziao's matter was put aside for the time being, and Wang Ziqiao didn't have time to do more research, he was thinking about tomorrow's duel.

Wu Bufeng is a grandmaster in the middle of the fourth level, more powerful than Jin Yunfei and Yi Mei, the deputy leader of the dragon group, and in head-on confrontation and close-range combat, Wang Ziqiao does not have the slightest certainty of winning.

But Wu Bufeng has already made a battle post, so he must accept this challenge.

Because as Wu Bufeng himself said, if Wang Ziqiao does not accept the head-on challenge, they are likely to use some unsightly means behind their backs, and it will be even more difficult to guard against at that time.

Locking himself in a practice room, Wang Ziqiao recalled the scene when Huo Zhendong broke through to a fourth-level grandmaster.

He was pondering, in recent days, he had obviously touched the threshold of the fourth level, not because he lacked qi and blood, but because he had not found an opportunity.

He could feel that there was only a membrane left.

As long as the capillaries on the bones are shaken, the magical elements can be connected into the bone marrow and the bone marrow can be refined.

Once successful, Prince Joe will be tantamount to a rebirth, and he can use the magic element to refine the bone marrow!

By now, he had to cram.

Descending the Dragon, Huo Jia Boxing, Tai Chi Boxing, Quick Sword, Shura Quick Slash, practiced over and over again.

The afternoon passed quickly, and after dinner, Wang Ziqiao took a short rest, and as soon as it was dark, he left the room and went to the backyard of the clubhouse.

There is a small lake here, Wang Ziqiao jumped into the air and fell into the water barefoot, the water surface seemed to be covered with a tough film, and Wang Ziqiao's feet were completely exposed.

"I don't know if I can bless myself with a wash of lead? With the help of the vibration of the lake water on the outside, and the vibration of the dragon chant of the dragon descending magic power on the inside, the capillaries on the bones are broken, and the natural elements are incorporated into the bone marrow, and the bone marrow is tempered! ”

After Wang Ziqiao said secretly, his body slowly fell into the lake.

Soon, the lake began to turbulent, like a dragon constantly rolling, making this small lake with a radius of tens of meters turbulent, the sound of the water is getting louder and louder, and the lake level is getting higher and higher......

A black shadow glided from the roof of the building behind Wang Ziqiao, as if striding in the void, getting lower and lower, and at the same time falling behind Wang Ziqiao, it rolled forward on the spot, unloading the power of falling.

Quietly looking at the tumbling lake, he was surprised.

The person who came was Junko Matsubara, and his heart was like the surface of the lake, and he couldn't calm down for a long time: "Is this the immortal art he knows?" ”