"My lord, do you want to rest?" Seeing that his adult suddenly stopped, Zhou Yan, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly stepped forward and said respectfully.

These days, he is not able to live in a panic, he used to be more comfortable, and he was a word hall in the entire Black Tiger Hall, but now such a big Buddha on top of his head suddenly often dangles in front of him, which can be described as terrifying as walking on thin ice.

Although the other party is very talkative on weekdays, this pressure still makes Zhou Yan's heart uneasy.

Jiang Heng waved his hand, settled down and began to continue cultivating, holding a spare bow and arrow and began to aim carefully.

Rao is spare bow and crossbow also has a ten-stone huge force, for ordinary people, this is already a force that can only be matched by archers, the bowstring is drawn into a full moon, and an arrow is shot.

Sou!

The arrows shot directly out of the wall, flew far away, and they didn't know where they fell.

Jiang Heng frowned, he had been practicing for a full hour in the morning, but he hadn't even hit an arrow, not to mention that the bullseye hadn't even hit the target.

That's not right!

Jiang Heng was suspicious for a while, remembering that when he killed that head of the Yin Demon that day, he was accurate in one shot!

Don't.....

Pick up a spear from the weapon rack next to it, check it, aim it again, and then shoot it out, boom!

There was a sound of breaking the wall, and the spear broke through a wall that was half a meter away from the target, until it broke through a door across the street and disappeared.

Fortunately, it was inevitable that he would be injured by mistake, and the inn opposite was also the property of the Black Tiger Hall, and now the people inside have also been withdrawn.

Wrong!

Something is not right!

Jiang Heng's self-confidence was hit at this moment, and it was clear that he was shooting one shot at a time that day, and he threw several shots in a row, and there was no doubt that it was still the same, and none of them hit.

This.......

Zhou Yan on the side looked at it with a toothache, and he didn't know what he was going to do. This is only a 100-meter target, which can be shot by a warrior with his eyes closed. Could it be that adults are practicing how to avoid targets?

Can..... Is there any meaning to practicing this?

Jiang Heng shook his head helplessly, completely giving up practicing this ghost archery technique through penance, and now he found that he was just following fate! When the time comes, he will shoot with fate when he is actually fighting, and maybe he can hit some of them, but this serious practice is a hit rate of 0 percent.

Returning to the quiet room prepared by Zhou Yan in the back room, closing the door, Jiang Heng took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms.

It was the porcelain bottle that contained the demon's flesh and blood, and after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and poured out the piece of meat in it.

"Now that I'm completely used to the toxins in those five tanks, I can give it a try. ”

Time was pressing, and Jiang Heng could only bite the bullet, and the bad premonition in his heart made him have to speed up the process again.

Packed on a small porcelain plate, looking at the meat pieces on the porcelain plate, the meat is still very fresh, as if it has just been cut, and there is a strange and different fleshy pattern on the top of the plate, which looks like red and white granite.

I took out a knife ꓹ The knife is jet black, and it is a dagger made of black steel ꓹ extremely sharp. Holding a knife, carefully cut off a piece of shredded meat.

Immediately, with the tip of the knife, he picked up the small piece of shredded meat and placed it in the palm of his right hand.

Zizi!

At what time, the green smoke was rising, and the palm seemed to be dyed with ink, and a purple-black color began to spread to the surroundings with the shredded flesh as the center.

Jiang Heng frowned and looked at all this, and the corrosion speed on his palm could be clearly seen, dozens of times fuller than at the beginning. After four or five breaths, the palm began to fester, revealing the rotten flesh inside, which was also almost corroded, and then the rotten flesh began to turn into black blood, revealing the white bones inside.

A hollow the size of an egg appeared in the palm of his hand, and Jiang Heng looked at ꓹ silently, without the slightest change in his complexion.

But my heart is hot!

Soon!

It's almost time to get used to it!

Soon, the corroded area began to have granulations growing, but it was still growing very slowly, and even slowly collapsing.

Increase the output of the black ball in the body, and the growth rate of the granules suddenly skyrockets, but the energy reserves in the body are also consumed at a rate visible to the naked eye.

After more than ten breaths, this toxin seemed to be unable to resist anymore, and began to be completely covered by granulations.

Feeling the energy in the body, Jiang Heng was a little depressed, and this breath was enough to consume nearly one percent of the energy in his body.

However, this time the progress is also excellent, and after thinking about it, I cut off a small piece, and sure enough, this time I persevered for more than ten breaths without using energy recovery.

"Go on!"

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Heng chose to continue to insist, and the energy did not need to be in vain. There are still some medicinal herbs in the Black Tiger Hall here, and I think I can replenish a lot when the time comes. And when there is really no way, he absorbs other people's qi, blood and internal qi to replenish.

It's not like yin and evil to suck others dry, many people have great strength, even if each person contributes a little, they can reserve a lot of energy. At this critical moment, Jiang Heng will not be merciful.

As long as you can survive this crisis, what are these worth?

It wasn't until night that Jiang Heng stopped, the energy in his body had been replenished several times, and nearly seventy percent of the inventory of the Black Tiger Hall had been consumed, and Rao was still a little way from completely adapting to the toxin. But it has been able to hold on for more than thirty breaths.

"Thirty breaths...... Enough!"

Jiang Heng nodded secretly, thirty breaths is indeed about the same, for this level of fighting, I believe that every breath is crucial, like when dealing with the man in armor before, if there is not a mentality of torture and killing, two or three breaths can end the battle with all his strength.

The current fighting level is not as difficult as it used to deal with a yin evil, and thirty breaths is enough to fight back and forth.

After eating the meat prepared by Zhou Yan in the back kitchen, he ate thirty catties of beef before he felt a little full. I was about to try to improve the palm of the sea again, and now although the sea has improved a lot, the release speed has also increased to two breaths.

The distance between the two breaths is instantaneous, which is not a difference of a star and a half.

But at this moment, there was a commotion outside the Black Tiger Hall's station.

"What's going on?" Zhou Yan was a little displeased, smiled at Jiang Heng, and then walked out with a cold face.

Jiang Heng didn't care, but Zhou Yan soon hurried over and said in a low voice: "My lord, there is a fat man outside the door who said that he is begging me to take shelter!"

"Fatty, your acquaintance?" Jiang Heng was a little displeased, and he still had to take care of this matter?

"This.... It's not, this person seems to be a member of the Suppression Division, saying that he is desperate and wants to join my Black Tiger Hall to seek refuge!" Zhou Yan hesitated and said a little awkwardly.

"Oh, fatty.....? Let him in, I want to meet him!"

Hearing this, Zhou Yan nodded, walked out quickly, and after a while, an extremely familiar fat man was brought in.