"Teach me." Zhang Lan said bluntly, after losing the ripper, he urgently needed something that could supplement his combat effectiveness, and the "Fudo Mountain" in front of him was the best choice.

"No problem, as long as you learn it, I tried to teach Lieri as well, but he gave up in the end." Old Bone shrugged helplessly, "Actually, it is difficult to comprehend the subhuman race skills in a desperate situation by yourself, and it is even more difficult to clone and copy other people's skills in a normal state." You can learn the funeral song is no one before or since. ”

"There's still a lot to learn." Zhang Lan stood sideways like an old bone, raised his hand and knocked on the wall, a small pebble-like shallow pit was smashed on the wall, but looking at Zhang Lan's fingers again, they were all twisted into a twisted shape, if it weren't for his strong recovery ability, he would have been sent to the hospital for a while.

"What I'm trying to tell you is that subhuman ethnography is, after all, an ability to overdraw the limits of DNA, and one day, anyone who uses subhuman ethnography will suffer from DNA phobia and become like Parkinson's retardation. Cherish your strength, don't use it in everything that doesn't matter at all, and try not to waste this skill to kill all the lives that don't deserve your skill at all. Old Bones persuaded.

"Knock! Knock! Zhang Lan didn't seem to listen at all, and started to knock on the wall again, this time with more force, the back of the whole hand was cracked into a bloody blur, and the wall was covered with blood.

"Teacher, can you give me some advice?" Zhang Lan's tears came out, and she felt like she was hitting a stone with an egg, and she was the egg......

"Let's put it this way, what is the main composition of the human body's strength?" The old bone smiled and sat back in the corner and smoked his cigarette.

"Bones, muscles, tendons, speed, and angles of attack." Zhang Lan is like a textbook.

"That's why muscular men will desperately rub iron, take various drugs to supplement calcium to increase bone density, or practice jab frantically, what 17 punches in 1 second? Hehe, how can a real master make a second move, and one punch should settle the fight. The Sun's Funeral Song uses extreme speed, giving the item maximum power, which is why you can also use an ice pick to cut through the main composite armor. ”

"But Fudoyama is different, he's just pure strength, not speed, skill, or anything else you say, just here." The old bone nodded his brain, "I want this power, just give me this power, without this power I will die, I don't want to die, just give me this kind of violence!" Then, the rest is left to our own DNA. ”

"I really can only understand...... the corners of Zhang Lan's mouth twitched, "Even if it's a martial arts cheats, you can draw a few pictures, right?" What is your statement in the second paragraph of this paragraph? Can you still buff yourself? ”

"Believe it or not, that's how I comprehended the Immovable Mountain in the first place, and relied on it to dominate the Rebirth Tower." Old Bones has done his best to help.

"Forget it, it's useless to ask you, I'll continue to explore, won't I just rot a few hands? Anyway, you can grow back, don't be afraid. Zhang Lan stepped out and slammed the wall at an average frequency of once every 30 seconds.

For a full 3 hours of unwinding time, he didn't stop, like an idiot, constantly knocking on the wall.

"I mean, are you so eager to be stronger?" The old bone squatted beside Zhang Lan and asked curiously.

"My opponent is the entire Overlord Group, what do you say?" Zhang Lan completed another impact as she spoke, and her five fingers were useless.

"The kid with lofty goals is different, looking at your serious appearance, I can't help but start to believe that you can really do the same." Old Bone sighed sincerely, "Seriously, you are very similar to the scorching sun, you both have a strong desire, he just wants to escape from this world, but you, but you want to subvert this world, or you are a little awesome." ”

"Don't talk old man, distracted." Zhang Lan blamed the old bones for not changing 3 times in a row.

"Okay, blame me, blame me, stinky boy, I'm old, and I haven't spoken to anyone in a serious way for years, so I'll die if you think about me?" Old Bones said with disdain.

The lazy old man leaned against the wall, facing Zhang Lan's vibrations again and again, as well as the blood and stone chips that occasionally splashed on his face, and he actually took a nap.

Zhang Lan learned the funeral song of the scorching sun and only watched it twice, but it simulated the immovable mountain of old bones for 3 hours, more than 10,000 self-destruction exercises, and even after the beating, he was repaired to low blood sugar and almost fainted, and he woke up by pinching the person and filling it with glucose.

Zhang Lan, who was a little confused, walked back to the prison cell building with the prison guards, only to find a group of death row inmates looking at the wall where he and the old bones had stayed for a long time and couldn't say a word.

Because the old bones left a huge pit, and what Zhang Lan left behind was a circle of the same size that had been whitewashed with blood and minced meat.

Maybe a powerful madman is not quite brainy, right? Everyone just hopes that Zhang Lan will never be the master of any layer, then it will be meaningless at all.

Zhang Lan, who was covered in blood, had no way to go back to the cell directly to sleep, and was asked by the prison guards to take him to the bathroom to rinse up. This is a public hot bath that can only be enjoyed for 50 points, but now it is open to him for free.

Zhang Lan didn't think much about it, took the towel soap at the entrance and walked into the misty bathhouse, with a strong muscle body fat rate of less than 4%, which was unimaginably hard.

It doesn't matter if he walks through a group of vicious prisoners, there is no one who does not make way for him. Zhang Lan also stood leisurely under the nozzle in the middle, washing the blood stains on her body with hot water, as well as the rust on the mechanical arm.

Washing and washing, one after another the death row inmates dispersed, but strangely no new prisoners walked in, the prison guards in heavy armor guarded the door of the bathhouse, and the maintenance sign stood in the middle, just to tell everyone that it was time to go back to sleep.

Humming a tune from the orphanage as a child, Zhang Lan began to wash her hair.

It didn't take long for a soft, silent figure to walk in, dragging a long silver stick carved with a strange pattern.

"You know what? In the past, in the orphanage, I counted the three places where I was beaten the most. Zhang Lan didn't look back, nor did he hear a sound, but the ability had already smelled the smell of energy coming to his face.

He leisurely and naturally washed off the last foam on his head, and then soaked his towel with water, "1 toilet, 2 next to the garbage bin in the backyard, 3 is the public bathroom. One of the worst was being beaten in a public bath without a single blink, which caused me a shadow of my childhood, in addition to physical pain and mental humiliation. ”

"So since I left the orphanage at the age of 6, I swore that once I grew up, whoever dared to trouble me in the public bathhouse, whether it was a prince or a general, would bite my tongue and kill myself if I didn't kill him." Zhang Lan wrapped her entire left fist in the soaked towel, like a fist that was as tight as iron.

"Are you done? Young man, I heard that you taste delicious? Can you borrow me a few bites? I promise, I'll bite your neck off and let you breathe as fast as you can, so you don't have to feel any pain, and it's all over. Mori grinned and bared a mouthful of shark-like fangs.