The maid holding the wooden stick and crying, the owner with the upper body naked.

When Fang Baoliang walked to the door of the fence of the small courtyard of the stone house, he saw such a strange scene in front of him.

He suddenly hesitated, wondering if he had seen a picture that he shouldn't have seen, whether he should quit immediately, as if he didn't see anything?

"Baoliang, you're here."

Fang Yue greeted him, and Fang Baoliang had no choice but to walk in.

He was informed by Fang Yue that his younger brother Fang Baoliang had come over, and he got off Deng Dahai's spearman training, and hurried over before he had lunch when he went back.

Fang Yue took the wooden stick back from Xing'er's hand, he was completely confused about Xing'er's reaction.

How could he know about the messy things that Xing'er's little head thought.

can only be regarded as unhappy, and said: "Okay, if you are not happy, you will not be happy, just tell me, why bother like this."

Xing'er sobbed: "Childe, Xing'er can't do such pickled things." You, if you have this preference, you can try it with someone else, and I will not die like this. ”

Fang Yue felt inexplicable, and said, "I just practiced a hard qigong, and I want you to use a stick to try the effect, how did it become a pickle?" What exactly comes to mind? ”

"Huh?" Xing'er stopped sobbing, her eyes widened, and her face was a little dazed, "Childe, you are going to practice, not that kind of ......"

"What of that?"

"No, nothing."

Xing'er knew that she had misunderstood, her face was red, and she quickly fled.

……

"Weird." Fang Yue muttered and looked at Fang Baoliang standing in the courtyard.

"Come on, you try." Fang Yue handed the wooden stick to Fang Baoliang.

Fang Baoliang stood aside and listened to the conversation between Fang Yue and Xing'er, and understood what Fang Yue meant, but he didn't hesitate.

The two of them stood up, and Fang Baoliang held wooden sticks in both hands and hit Fang Yue's back.

There was a "bang", and the wooden stick struck on the back, making a loud sound.

"No, push harder!"

Fang Yue was not satisfied, this bit of strength was like tickling, and he couldn't measure how much his current body could resist an attack.

Fang Baoliang gritted his teeth and increased his strength, just now he was just tempting, but the strength he used was not small, but he didn't expect Fang Yue's face to change even a bit.

"Bang."

"A little more force."

"Bang."

"Hard, with all your strength."

"Bang."

"Is that all that strength?"

"Bang."

With a "click", the thick wooden stick at the mouth of the teacup broke in two.

Fang Baoliang was so tired that he was panting, after his body had a mutation, his strength was much higher than that of a normal person.

No matter how much he wanted to shoot, the wooden sticks were interrupted, and Fang Yue was not satisfied.

Fang Baoliang's gaze at Fang Yue was full of shock, he felt that Fang Yue was definitely stronger than when he killed the dog demon.

Even in some kind of special induction that he was now an alien, the vigor of Qi and blood on Fang Yue's body was even more surging than he had seen before.

Fang Baoliang himself, from drowning at the bottom of the sea, to being pulled by the terrifying monster qi in the sleep at the bottom of the sea, and resurrecting as an alien, his body is getting stronger every day.

However, every time it gets stronger, it has a price, or to put it another way, this is not so much getting stronger, but being assimilated a little deeper by the monster under the sea.

Fang Baoliang knew that as the days went by, once he was assimilated to a certain extent, he would completely become a part of the sleeping monster at the bottom of the sea.

This made him extremely panicked, because once he arrived, not only his body, but also his soul, would become that monster, and he would not even have a chance to become a ghost.

Even now he has no power to die, no matter how destroyed his body and soul are, as long as the sleeping monster at the bottom of the sea still exists, he can be resurrected indefinitely.

Because he has been marked by the breath of a monster, he can only wait for that tragic end.

But Fang Baoliang was unwilling, it was because he was unwilling that he was able to resurrect under the traction of the sleeping monster at the bottom of the sea, and he was also unwilling to accept the fate that was crueler than death.

Finding Fang Yue to practice martial arts was an attempt he had no choice but to make, but in fact, he didn't have much hope in his heart.

The sleeping monster is too unimaginable, life and death can be manipulated, how can mortal martial arts compete.

Not even to put it mildly, not even qualified.

However, martial arts failed to give him hope, but Fang Yue, a person, brought confidence to Fang Baoliang.

Fang Yue is getting stronger, and this speed is beyond imagination.

"Maybe Xiucai can one day help me get rid of the life-and-death manipulation of that terrifying monster."

Fang Baoliang looked at Fang Yue in contemplation with burning eyes.

……

Fang Yue was assessing in his heart the ability of the hard skill of the Fire Iron Body to resist blows.

A blow with a pure blunt instrument such as a hammer and a stick, as long as the force is not strong enough to a certain extent, it is difficult to cause serious damage to him.

Fang Baoliang held a wooden stick in his hand, and the force of the blow should be hundreds of catties, and the last discounted wooden stick was estimated to have a strength of thousands of catties.

The damage caused to Fang Yue, except for a little pain, the effect of minor injuries was not achieved.

"A hard skill has greatly increased my ability to resist blows, and now my physical strength is probably about to catch up with the original dog demon."

Fang Yue thought of this, with mixed feelings and sorrows.

That dog demon, who has only been a demon for about a month, has not even comprehended a little demonic art, but with his body alone, it is already so terrifying.

Fang Yue relied on a hard skill, and his physical strength was only able to catch up with the dog demon who had only been demonized for a month, and this hard skill, if he didn't pass the system, if he wanted to cultivate to such an extent, it would take at least ten years of hard work.

The demons and monsters of this world are really terrifying.

"Hard power has a great restraint effect on pure blunt weapons such as hammers and sticks, but against sharp weapons such as swords, the effect will be worse."

Just like fighting with that dog demon that night, Fang Yue could almost kill a wild wolf directly with one punch, but it was difficult for the fist to cause effective damage to the dog demon, and only a big knife could tear open the wound on its hard body.

With the size of its body, the dog demon can withstand knife wounds, but with Fang Yue's human body, it is not comfortable to be slashed.

However, with such a hard skill protection, even a sharp weapon is difficult to cause fatal injuries to him, and he doesn't know how many times better than his previous fragile body.

It can be said that after learning the "fire and iron body", although there is no progress in the realm of internal strength, the actual strength is advancing by leaps and bounds.

If Fang Yue was allowed to fight with that dog demon now, without using merit points to heal his injuries, he would be able to fight with the dog demon and finally win the battle.

"What's more, I can continue to deduce this hard skill. As long as I have enough martial arts knowledge and theoretical support, I can deduce almost infinitely. ”

Ordinary martial artists, even if they have cheats and theories, they can't temper a hard skill infinitely. One is that there is a limit to the body, and the other is that there is a limit to life.

Hard work takes a long time to temper the body, all in a few years, more than ten years, decades as a unit, and later, old age and body decline, qi and blood are exhausted, where can it continue.

Fang Yue is different, he has a merit system, as long as he has enough martial arts knowledge and theoretical support, plus enough merit points, then he can infinitely deduce hard skills, and there is no problem at all in terms of time and lifespan.

"If it goes on like this, one day, I will be able to temper my body to the point of being indestructible, and King Kong will not be broken."