was locked up in a cell for 1 night, and it was time for Zhang Lan to release again.

The prison guard escorted him out to the rest area, the black market was as bright as ever, and the old bone sat in the corner not far away, holding a cigarette and greeting, "Boy, this way, this way!" ”

Zhang Lan was not used to such a title, but she had no choice but to walk forward with a helpless sigh.

"You're playing too impulsively, although Shura's brain is not very good, but his heart is very bad." The old bones have long known about Zhang Lan's battlefield experience of sweeping the 5th floor alone.

"A bad brain is not a reason for a bad heart, don't worry, I have memorized the rules of the Shura Field very well, and what he can do has already been calculated." Zhang Lan nodded her head.

"Don't push the rabbit too hard, it will still bite, pay attention to safety." The old bones only said this, and did not continue to advise, after all, Zhang Lan is not a child, "In other words, you broke 5 floors in a row, there are several people, and you lasted 25 points in the whole battle*** used 57 funeral songs, do you know what this means?" ”

"Am I too fast?" Zhang Lan was a little puzzled.

"No, it's you're overdrawing your subhuman skills. Although this is your own power, and it doesn't feel like much to reuse it in a short period of time, it can cause an unimaginable burden on the body, and this kind of thing is called DNA phobia, and the fear of remembering at the cellular level will affect the efficiency of your entire functional response. Old Bones taught.

"Are you bluffing me? DNA phobia, what is it? "Zhang Lan has really never heard of this kind of thing.

"It's hard to describe in words, come, try, try it with a funeral song for me." The old bone sighed and stood up, leaned against the fence and walked forward 10 meters away, turning around.

"Hey, are you serious? Under the funeral song, I can't completely contain my strength. Zhang Lan was shocked.

"Do you really think that I can survive to this day in the Shura Field because of gags? Boy, the reason why I'm not so happy to climb the tower is because I know that I am the one who will never be forgiven, and I can't open the door of the outside world when I hit the 100th floor, but if I really do it, the scorching sun may not be able to win me. The old bone spat out a big smoke ring, pressed the cigarette butt against the wall, and beckoned to Zhang Lan.

"You brought it on yourself, uncle." Zhang Lan couldn't help it, her right foot tapped the ground 3 times, a familiar feeling, a familiar rhythm, a familiar rhythm, and the funeral song sounded again.

Zhang Lan rushed in front of the old bones, and wanted to scare the old bones with an empty fist, who knows...... Before Zhang Lan could finish the last step of the attack, what appeared in front of him was the palm of the old bone, which grabbed his face and slammed him against the wall.

How is it possible to capture yourself at this speed? The power of computing? Rich battlefield experience? Or luck? The reason why Zhang Lan still had time to think was because the old bones had stopped and didn't let Zhang Lan's head hit the wall at this speed, otherwise he would have fainted at least.

"How is that possible?" Zhang Lan was really scared.

"Please, you're a master of computing, don't be surprised like Xiaobai, you have to use accurate data to speak, have you found a problem?" Old Bone laughed, "Need a standard answer?" ”

"Can you let me find out on my own?" Zhang Lan wants to try again.

"Okay." The old bone let go of Zhang Lan, and the funeral song sounded, this time rushing out from the side, and then rushing from the side, and the trajectory of the movement was completely impossible to capture.

But the old bone turned around with a smile, and this time he grabbed the back of Zhang Lan's head and hit the wall directly, but the old bone still successfully retracted his hand, allowing Zhang Lan to watch the dust on the wall being blown away by the wind pressure on his face, and his head became extremely clear and unprecedentedly calm.

"I've slowed down, it's a very small difference, it's only between 0.01 and 0.02 seconds, but it's a gap to my peak. This is not scientific, with my body's ability to recover, even if my heart is stabbed, it can heal in a few seconds, so the muscle damage caused by the continuous use of the funeral song is not the source of the slowdown. Is it a leg...... No, it's the body that drives the legs and runs slowly. Zhang Lan quickly discovered the root cause.

"Yes, this is the human fear of evolution, which stems from the instinctive choice of the body. Just like in a cold place, and a dangerous place, the same is to eat meat, people in cold areas will naturally produce more fat, while people in dangerous places will generate more muscle. ”

"We can control our breathing, our heartbeat, our limbs, but subhuman seeding is an ability that allows us to touch cellular-level control, and using too many subhuman skills in a short period of time will not only kill the enemy, but also make your body's DNA begin to show panic, because of too much overdraft, they will be torn apart. In order to protect themselves, the genes will start to be lazy against the will of the owner, which is manifested in the slowness of the cells and the reduction of skills in the body. And when we scare our own DNA to death, it becomes like that. ”

The old bone pointed with his chin to the big man sitting on the steps eating canned food in the distance, with a burly body and fierce eyes, at first glance he was the king of the past, but now even the hand that went to pick up food was trembling, it seemed to be useless.

"Remember, there is no unearned wealth in this world, and naturally there is no innate strength, everything is fair, the subhuman race technique is the sword of human beings beyond the mortal body, but it is also a double-edged sword, if it is not used well, the end is worse than death." The old bones taught tirelessly.

"Why do you know so much about subhuman species?" Zhang Lan couldn't think of his 10,000-year happiness, after all, as long as he could live to that day, he was already awesome enough, and what he was surprised by was the amazing combat effectiveness shown by the old bones.

"It's very simple, because I will also be an old bone!" The old bone crossed his hip with one hand, raised his other hand, and knocked twice on the wall beside him as if he were knocking on the door.

Without any warning, there was a loud bang, and the special reinforced concrete wall was punched out of a circular pit up to 30 centimeters deep and 2 meters wide, and the steel bars under the wall were twisted and twisted into a twisted shape, as if it had just been blown up by a high-explosive armor-piercing cruise missile.

But in Zhang Lan's opinion, he really just knocked on the wall twice, and he didn't feel more powerful movements at all.

"What is this?" Zhang Lan was stunned.

"My subhuman race technique, the mountain that does not move, seems to be immobile, but it plays the same force as the mountain whenever I need it. Without the help of machinery, without relying on genetic fusion, and not like God begging for power, it is all on his own, and he fights with absolute power. ”

The old bone has not used the power of Fudo Mountain for almost 30 years, in the past, when he was still serving as a layer master in the Rebirth Tower, the town was guarded on the 50th floor, in those years, everyone felt that unless he died of old age, for everyone, the highest level that could be raised was only 50 floors......

His Fudo Mountain can calculate the armor of all media, even armor made of Odin metal can make punch marks, and then use the shock wave to smash the armed people behind it.

In those years, everyone's eyes on the old bones were not bright lights, but complete death.