After listening to Yongqiang's addition, Zhang Zhantian held back a scolding word.

He stared at Yongqiang, his expression changed several times.

Raising the strength of the body to the same level as Liu Yunlong, isn't that the use of permanent amplification potions?

These things can be bought with money.

And what can be solved with money is not a matter for him.

As the successor of the next generation of city lords cultivated by the Liu family in the southern capital, Liu Yunlong can naturally obtain sufficient resources, but the resources that he can obtain are no worse than those of Liu Yunlong.

Moreover, it was impossible for Liu Yunlong to always use the Permanent Amplification Elixir to increase his physical strength.

Because the Permanent Amplification Flask is attenuating, the more you use it, the worse it will become.

Although he was cleared of his data by Liu Yunlong, it is not impossible to catch up again.

Zhang Zhantian's brain was spinning rapidly, and his gaze was deeply fixed on Yongqiang.

The meaning of Yongqiang's words is obviously that as long as he reaches the level of physical strength with Liu Yunlong and learns his kung fu, he can defeat Liu Yunlong.

But the horror of Liu Yunlong's Heavenly Fist, he had personally experienced it.

Therefore, he couldn't think of any other kung fu that could restrain the Heavenly Fist except for the immortal magic power above level B.

Yongqiang can't be talking big, right?

Zhang Zhantian secretly suppressed the excitement in his heart, stared at Yongqiang suspiciously, and asked, "Your martial arts are so powerful?" ”

Yongqiang saw Zhang Zhantian's suspicions, did not answer, but walked directly to Zhang Zhantian.

The battle intent on his body was slowly released.

Zhang Zhantian sensed Yongqiang's fighting intent, and hurriedly tensed his whole body, dealing with it carefully.

He knew something about Yongqiang, and knew that Yongqiang was very likely to have reached the strength of an A-level reincarnation.

Yongqiang did not use his strong physical strength to suppress him, but limited his strength to the same level as him.

In this way, Zhang Zhantian can see Yongqiang's movements clearly.

However, when Yongqiang entered his attack range, Zhang Zhantian was shocked to find that although he saw every expression and movement of Yongqiang clearly, he couldn't find the slightest flaw.

When Yongqiang got closer and closer, seeing that he was about to leave the best attack distance of the thunder gun, Zhang Zhantian had to shout and force his shot.

The thunder spear emitted a sizzling thunder and lightning noise, like a dragon out of the sea, bringing out a string of blue light, which quickly and viciously stabbed Yongqiang's chest.

"Dragon-winding energy."

Yongqiang did not panic in the face of Zhang Zhantian's attack. The two arms were suddenly extremely soft, wrapping around the thunder spear forward, and the muscles of the arms contracted and expanded intensively, not only counteracting the paralysis of the thunder and lightning attributes, but also the energy generated penetrated the body of the thunder gun.

Zhang Zhantian's hands were numb, and he actually lost his weapon.

He hurriedly grabbed the thunder gun, but one of Yongqiang's palms suddenly grew several inches, crossed a three-foot distance, and reached him first.

Yongqiang deliberately reminded him.

"Pinky hook."

Zhang Zhantian heard Yongqiang's shout, raised his head in astonishment, only to see a cold and shining silver hook hook hooked at his back carotid artery at a tricky angle.

He hurriedly reached out to stop it.

"Index Finger Sword." Yongqiang shouted again.

The glittering silver hook suddenly turned into a sharp, bright sword, reversed course, and stabbed him in the heart.

At the critical moment, Zhang Zhantian let out a loud shout, and retracted his outstretched arm, wanting to resist the long sword.

In this case, there is a good chance that his arm will be pierced, but his life will be saved.

However, his ideas have long been perceived by Yongqiang.

"Middle finger gun."

As Yongqiang withdrew his index finger and poked out his middle finger, the thin and sharp sword in Zhang Zhantian's eyes turned into a fierce and indomitable spear in the blink of an eye.

The soldier in the trap carried by this spear has the momentum of a dead and lifeless battlefield, and it is a hundred times more fierce than his thunder gun.

The moment he saw this gun, Zhang Zhantian's previous pride had been shattered.

Because Yongqiang used only one finger to perform a move that he could not do with the Thunder Gun, this shot was simple and direct, but it was unstoppable, as if it would pierce a hole in everything that stood in its way.

In terms of sharpness, there is no doubt that the sword is faster and sharper.

It can be said that when it comes to charging and breaking through the formation, breaking through the armor and breaking the enemy, it is obvious that marksmanship is more suitable.

Zhang Zhantian felt the artistic conception and power of this gun, and a hot light burst out in his eyes, he was already a master of using a gun, and at this moment, although he was the one who was attacked, he also benefited a lot.

His arms were resting on his abdomen, and he was no longer protecting his chest.

He had a premonition that under the attack of Yongqiang's gun, if he was allowed to put both of his arms on his chest, he would also be pierced by this shot along with his heart.

With his current strength, he can't resist this shot.

"Thumb prints."

The middle finger gun did not penetrate Zhang Zhantian's heart, and he did not die.

Because Yongqiang withdrew his middle finger at the last moment and replaced it with his thumb, like a golden seal, which fell from the sky and pressed on his forehead.

A force descended his body into the ground.

With the loud sound of the rock breaking, Zhang Zhantian's body below his waist sank deep into the rock platform, but it was the rock under his feet that was damaged, and he was fine.

In the blink of an eye, Yongqiang used four fingers to evolve four weapons and easily defeated him.

Yongqiang is like a giant, overlooking Zhang Zhantian.

Zhang Zhantian could only see Yongqiang's knees, and asked with a pale face: "This is what you said about the kung fu that can defeat Liu Yunlong?" ”

"Thumb prints, index finger swords, middle finger guns, nameless crossbows and little finger hooks are just the basic moves of the Hundred Beast Fist, which can extend the crane dance, snake walking, hand knife, knee hammer, dragon winding strength, tiger claw, elbow kill, elephant step, dragon cannon fist and other more than 300 kinds of combination moves, the power of the combination moves is ten times stronger than the basic moves, and once the Hundred Beast Fist is integrated and enters the realm of random movement of the heart, you can use any body part to use any move of any body, in this way, the power will increase ten times again." Yongqiang pulled Zhang Zhantian out of the rock and explained.

Yongqiang explained.

"Can the Hundred Beast Fist beat the Heavenly Fist?" Zhang Zhantian couldn't help but ask excitedly when he heard that the Hundred Beast Fist was so powerful.

Yongqiang looked at him carefully, looked at his feet from head to foot, looked at the most subtle parts of his body structure, nodded and said, "If you practice well, you can beat it." ”

Zhang Zhantian clenched his fists excitedly.

When he raised his head and saw Yongqiang's still calm expression, he hesitated for a moment, and said in an accentuated tone: "Say it." How much do you want? ”

"No money." Yongqiang shook his head and said.

"You-" Zhang Zhantian stared at Yongqiang nervously, "This kung fu, you don't sell it?" ”

"I can teach you. But there is one condition. Yongqiang said.

"On what terms?" Zhang Zhantian asked.

"I'm going to find something here, and in the meantime, don't leave." Yongqiang said.

"That's it?" Zhang Zhantian opened his mouth wide and shouted in disbelief.

"Questions?" Yongqiang silently took out a powerful anesthetic needle from his backpack, stared at him and asked.

Zhang Zhantian looked at the needle, remembered the rumors about Yongqiang's "anesthetic maniac" in the main god forum, his face changed, and he quietly took two steps back and said, "If I don't agree, do you want to anesthetize me." ”

"Yes." Yongqiang admitted.

"You dare." Zhang Zhantian shouted loudly, he grew so big, and no one had ever dared to threaten him.

"If you don't agree, I can only anesthetize you, lest you quit automatically."

After Yongqiang finished speaking, he also showed his attitude with actions.

He suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Zhantian, and the needle pierced the latter's neck with precision.

"Wait a minute." Zhang Zhantian screamed, and even his voice broke because of panic.

Yongqiang was like the most skilled hunter, staring at him with squinted eyes, his thumb pressed on one end of the needle, ready to inject anesthetic

"I agree, why can't I agree?" Zhang Zhantian roared angrily.

"A word?" Yongqiang asked.

"It's a deal." Zhang Zhantian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and replied with a little thought.

learned a kung fu that was a rival to Liu Yunlong, no matter how you look at it, he earned it, but what he couldn't understand was why a transaction that everyone was happy with would be like this.

Yongqiang didn't care so much, when he heard Zhang Zhantian's answer, he took back the powerful anesthesia needle with satisfaction, and didn't forget to advise: "You just stand here and don't move, when I'm done, I'll teach you the Hundred Beast Boxing." ”

Zhang Zhantian rolled his eyes and did not respond.

Yongqiang came to the Demon Altar first and stared at the Demon Altar.

As the black smoke absorbed the energy of multiple easter egg artifacts, especially after absorbing the energy of the ancestor's essence blood, his various abilities were rapidly improved.

The feeling that was a little vague last time is gradually becoming clearer.

Yongqiang seemed to see something from the formation diagram or the scattered dry bones, his brows gradually furrowed, and the expression on his face became indifferent.

During this period, Zhang Zhantian used an injection to restore vitality.

After Yongqiang's vitality hit the demon altar, his vitality was also draining, but compared to the last time, his body seemed to have resistance, and this time the speed of life loss was greatly reduced.

After a long time, Yongqiang left the Demon Altar and came to the edge of the stone platform, squinting motionless at the bubbling hot magma.

Sensing his arrival, these molten bubbles that kept exploding were denser than at the beginning, and some even splashed more than a foot high.

Other than that, there are no other changes.

Zhang Zhantian watched inexplicably, just when he thought that Yongqiang would return in vain like observing the Demon Altar, Yongqiang suddenly took out a Soul Stealing Blade inlaid with gems from his backpack, and pointed it at the magma pool.

Yongqiang's sword was very casual, but the light of the sword was bright and scary.

When the sword light cut through the red mist, Zhang Zhantian was completely stunned.

He had never seen such a fierce, shining, swift, and imposing sword light.

When this sword light appeared, the entire space of the battle map seemed to be affected, and there was a trace of distortion.

Then, the sword light silently sank into the magma pool.

Compared to the momentum when it appeared, it is a bit anticlimactic.

But Zhang Zhantian didn't think so, after all, he was once a first-class sub-god fighter in the Southern Capital City, and he still had this eyesight.

He knew that the power of this sword was more than that.