"Goldfinger?"

Meng Yang's eyes suddenly widened.

Stunned, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the young man's strange look at him.

His face was stunned, and he immediately covered his chest and took two steps back.

"Oops, oops..."

While shouting, he pretended to be in pain.

In order to act realistically, Meng Yang did not forget to spit out a mouthful of foam in the process of retreating.

"It's weird!"

Looking at Meng Yang, whose limbs were stiff, and being repelled by himself, the young man's cold eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of doubt.

He knows better than anyone how strong his fingers are at the moment, as he just said, just practicing fingering.

Not to mention Meng Yang's weak body, even if he was a cripple standing in front of him now, he would not shout so exaggeratedly.

Therefore, the young man smiled, he had already seen through Meng Yang's pleasing tricks, but he was not ready to expose them.

After all, there are too many such things among the sparring disciples.

Don't look at the Lin family's sparring disciples are worthless, but after all, one less one dies.

No one gets angry at a sparring disciple who is acting.

As long as you can help yourself become familiar with martial arts, no one cares even if you shout loudly.

"It's interesting, it's much more interesting than those stakes that beg to die. ”

Seeing Meng Yang under his fingers, screaming and turning his head with various facial expressions, the indifference on the young man's face was not so deep, and the corners of his thin lips were raised, and a smile that seemed to be a smile but not a smile also appeared.

"Ahhh

Looking at the young man's finger poked again, Meng Yang screamed again.

The moment the tense nerves relaxed, the pupil of the right eye, which had not moved, sparked one after another.

At the same time, a cold mechanical voice popped into his head.

Because the host triggers the martial arts proficiency, the martial arts information is fully presented. 】

[Heart-Snatching Palm]: Proficiency 0/10000 is vulnerable.

[Meat Pile Skill]: Proficiency 44/10000 is vulnerable.

[Five-step Tan Leg]: Proficiency 0/10000 is vulnerable.

Meng Yang was overjoyed, and the concise and clear numbers made his heart hot.

If the right eye is timely information, then the left eye should be all recorded information.

"Bang bang bang..."

Just as Meng Yang was secretly rejoicing, the young man's serial fingers poked at him again.

Meng Yang pretended to be in pain, and continued to study with two more miserable sounds.

Meng Yang didn't know any of these martial arts that showed proficiency, but they didn't affect the ecstasy in his heart.

In the pursuit of his memory, he learned that the heart-grabbing palm was a kind of superficial kung fu practiced by the original owner with the elders of the family.

The five-step Tan leg was also practiced with the old man who always drank in the village when he was a child.

As for the meat pile skill, seeing this, Meng Yang's eyes were a little weird.

After a long time, he sighed as if he had realized the true meaning: "I didn't expect that being beaten is also a kung fu..."

......

Meat pile skill resists an attack, and proficiency is increased by 1.

Current proficiency is 341/10000.

Meat pile skill resists an attack, and proficiency is increased by 1.

Current proficiency is 342/10000.

Half an hour later, Meng Yang, whose voice was a little hoarse, simply stopped shouting.

He found that no matter how badly he shouted, the attack of the young man on the other side would not stop.

And from the first point of view, he could clearly feel that the young man's attack on his finger kung fu, from the beginning of the rustiness, to the habit of being like flowing water to today, which surprised Meng Yang.

Although he didn't know the name of the boy for the time being, Meng Yang felt that the boy was definitely called a genius.

Of course, the young man's finger martial arts skills are getting stronger and stronger, and Meng Yang's proficiency in the meat pile skill is also increasing in a hurry.

But this time, Meng Yang's tense muscles also began to feel pain.

After another half an hour, Meng Yang, whose face and body were swollen several times, began to tremble in both legs.

After an hour of practice, the boy's fingers continued to shoot at his body at a stormy speed.

In the end, Meng Yang really had no choice, so he had to desperately protect his face and body.

But the boy of the dog day, I don't know if it was intentional or not, every time he pointed his finger, it was just where he pointed.

It wasn't too painful at first, but over time, the superimposed pain simply made Meng Yang's scalp tingle.

There was no time to scream under the grinning teeth, and it was replaced by gasping cold breath.

Just when Meng Yang was about to hold on, the young man on the opposite side suddenly stopped.

Panting, he shook his sore fingers, glanced at Meng Yang, and turned his head and walked away.

The chic back made Meng Yang, who was standing on the sparring platform, a little overwhelmed for a while.

Escorted by the guards, Meng Yang returned to his kennel again.

But as soon as he stepped into the door, a scene in the room made him stunned.

I saw two people dressed as subordinates, who were putting the gauze-wrapped man in the room on a stretcher.

Before leaving the room, his chest, which was obviously still breathing, was heaving, and there was no movement at all.

The stiff body and dead eyes were carried away under Meng Yang's eyelids.

It wasn't until he disappeared around the corner that Meng Yang came back to his senses.

"Dead?"

Meng Yang, whose pupils trembled slightly, couldn't help but focus on the other two people in the room.

But these two people, when they saw Meng Yang's gaze, ignored them, lay on the bed and turned over and continued to sleep, as if they were not dead just now, they were a small animal, and even a bed bug that would not make them sympathize.

Meng Yang's heart froze, and he walked to his bed and sat down with a complicated face, staring directly at the empty bed that was bleeding opposite.

Just in the morning, even today, the man was lying less than two meters away from himself.

But now, it's gone.

This made Meng Yang feel cruel to the Lin family for a while, indifferent to the people around him, and a strong sense of crisis and oppression in his current situation, which made his wheezing sound unconsciously heavier and heavier, and even his teeth squeaked.

"Whatever you did before, be smart and keep to yourself, and maybe live a little longer. Don't think about running away, just like the guards told you today, your life is the Lin family, and I don't want to watch the sixth person die in this room. ”

At this moment, the country-faced man lying on the bed in the northeast corner of the room turned his head slightly and glanced at Meng Yang.

The faint voice, I couldn't hear any emotion, and I didn't seem to want to talk more about covering my head directly with the quilt after speaking.

Meng Yang's eyes were raised, and a gloom couldn't help but appear in his flickering sight.

The blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and his eyes suddenly condensed into an extremely strong survival light.

"If you want me Meng Yang to die, how can it be so easy? The sparring disciple is not a dog, I still don't believe it, I, Meng Yang, can't change my current situation with my meat pile skills, and I can't control my own destiny with my golden finger?"