"Do you absorb it?"

Wang Zheng confirmed with a thought, this piece of second-level bone pattern in the palm of his hand, the rune pattern in it was extracted, turned into countless complex rune light, disappeared from the palm, and then spread to Wang Zheng's whole body.

The third bone pattern is not so easy to cultivate, how many people need to spend half a year, or even a year, before it is possible to cultivate.

Even for the wealthy group members, the time it takes them to stabilize the second bone pattern, and the time it takes to absorb the bone pattern, will take at least one to three months. And what about yourself? The bone pattern guides the assistant to absorb it on its behalf, and the time to stabilize the bone pattern is not like ten days and half a month for them, and the absorption is stable by themselves.

Absorbing the bone lines, no matter how talented a martial artist is, it will take a few days.

But Wang Zheng's entire process was completed in the blink of an eye, and at present, there is almost no possibility of failure.

Resorption of bone streaks is risky, the process may fail, and it is not 100% absorbable.

That is, resorptive bone streaks produce probability.

The higher the grade, the better the quality of the bone grain, the higher the probability of failure when absorbing.

If there were no such restrictions, all powerful people, their children and grandchildren would already be high-level martial artists, and they would be otherworldly, and they would still need to appear some people with mediocre strength? The higher the talent, the deeper the comprehension, and the higher the success rate.

With the bone pattern guiding assistant, Wang Zheng can bypass this process, at least for now.

Time, success rate......

These two things are enough for Wang Zheng to crush the so-called genius martial artists.

The white bone pattern is classified as ordinary, and as Wang Zheng imagined, it is just one piece, and the energy change it brings cannot allow Wang Zheng to generate a third bone pattern.

Once again, I felt that feeling of coolness all over my body, and the strength was unconsciously raised to a higher level.

"Come again!"

The second bone pattern of the Iron Feather Bird was removed, and the bone pattern guide assistant appeared with a prompt sound.

"Absorb!"

This process did not change, as the bone lines floated and then disappeared into the palm of his hand, a new force emerged, and a new wonderful sensation appeared. The impact of the two bone patterns in the front and back made Wang Zheng's mind think of the image of his third bone pattern.

Countless entangled runes, they formed a complex and magical rune pattern, exuding a faint halo, directly attached to the third bone of the middle finger of Wang Zheng's right hand.

Rumble!

In his mind, there seemed to be an earth-shattering sound, and new power surged up, spreading throughout his body, making Wang Zheng shiver.

The new strength, the formation of the third bone pattern, Wang Zheng knows, is the increase of more than 500 kilograms of strength.

The superposition of the three bone patterns, Wang Zheng estimated that without using [borrowing force (small)], his strength is about 1700 kilograms, which is constantly approaching two tons. Once [Borrowing Force (Small)] is used, Wang Zheng's power will far exceed the striking force of two tons.

For [Borrowing (Small)], it seems to have a percentage increase, but now Wang Zheng is not too sure how many percentage points it has increased.

Stimulated by this new force, Wang Zheng's eyes flashed with fine light.

With a strength of 1,700 kilograms, in this area, Wang Zheng has the courage to face any fierce beast that does not exceed the second level.

――――

In the dark night, there was a bunch of flames, and there was a fragrant smell of barbecue.

Crazy.

Except for madness, no one knows what words to use to describe Wang Zheng's actions at the moment. In the dark night, many warriors all hid quietly, and the only thought was to survive the night in peace. Don't talk about making a fire, even if you make a little movement, their hearts and eyes should also be raised.

But now Wang Zheng not only makes a fire, but also directly uses wooden sticks to string pieces of iron-feathered poultry meat and roast them on the edge of the fire.

This kind of behavior is no longer something that can be described by the word crazy.

In the darkness of the night, the light source is the most noticeable, and the beasts can spot the movement from a great distance.

What's even more maddening is the smell of barbecue, which is enough to make I don't know how many fierce beasts come here under the smell of meat. This kind of barbecue aroma is delicious for humans, and for many fierce beasts, it is what makes them crazy.

Wang Zheng sat on the ground, slowly rotating his hand to hear the stick, trying not to burn the meat on the stick.

For this crazy move, it was actually Wang Zheng who did it on purpose.

With enough power to sweep here, Wang Zheng no longer needs to be like before, he can only look for fierce beasts one by one. Now that the strength is enough, Wang Zheng is determined to play a big one, using this way to attract more fierce beasts to come, sharpen his body skills at the same time, and frantically brush his strength.

Sharpen your body, brush your strength, and make money...... It's definitely a triple win.

As for the danger, Wang Zheng scoffed, from the moment he became a martial artist, danger was always with him, where would there be safety?

"Roaring ......"

A beast roar came from afar, making Wang Zheng smile.

"Whew......"

"Moo!!"

"Chirp~~!"

"Chirp...... Tweet ......"

"Hiss!!"

It seemed that in an instant, this originally silent jungle became boiling, and the sound of fierce beasts that kept appearing made people tremble in their hearts. The constant sound of "uproar" in the jungle is not only terrifying, but also makes people feel palpitations and shiver.

Wang Zheng cut off a piece of cooked iron-feathered poultry meat with a hunting knife and ate it unhurriedly.

There is still a little time before the arrival of the fierce beasts, just to replenish your strength. Iron feather poultry meat is a kind of meat that is a great supplement, while absorbing the material of the light cave for a long time, the meat is fortified, and the nutrition and other effects produced are for the warriors, and a meal after exhaustion can make people sweep away the fatigue.

"It tastes good."

Although there were no condiments, the deliciousness of the Iron Feather poultry meat still made Wang Zheng can't help but praise it.

In the city, iron feather poultry meat is a kind of luxury for poor families, and there is no opportunity to taste it at all. At least Wang Zheng has never eaten it once, and the price of a pound is fifty or sixty yuan, and his father's salary for two days is not willing at all.

"Roaring ......"

A tiger beast appeared first, a level of first and sixth rank, known for its strength.

Wang Zheng put down the barbecue in his hand, stuck the hunting knife on the barbecue, and stood up with his bare fists.

"I'll try you out tonight."

The war knife has long been damaged, but Wang Zheng is not timid, and the power of about 1,700 kilograms of his fist is the best weapon. During the ejection, Wang Zheng's 22 meters per second turned into a shadow in the dark night, and he was already in front of the tiger-headed beast.

"Bang!"

The fist slammed into the tiger's head, knocking it staggering, and the bones of the brain were not shattered, but it was dizzy.

Wang Zheng didn't give it a chance, and when it was slow to react, he pressed its head with his left hand, raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, and smashed it down one punch after another.

Every time he punched, Wang Zheng's eyes had a hint of madness.

――――

The sky is bright.

At Wang Zheng's feet, the corpses of dozens of fierce beasts were piled up, and without exception, they were all stoned to death by Wang Zheng with pure force.

After a night of madness, Wang Zheng's fists were not only swollen, but also blurred with flesh and blood.

It's just that Wang Zheng doesn't care about all this, every time the bleeding cracks, Wang Zheng sprays it with hemostatic spray. In this night's time, I don't know how many times it cracked, and the two large bottles of hemostatic spray prepared by Wang Zheng were used up, which shows Wang Zheng's madness.

"Whew!"

Wang Zheng gasped, the fire next to him had long been extinguished, and in the glow, this mysterious picture was reflected.

"Thirty-seven heads, but none of them have bone lines, and the yield rate of bone lines is indeed outrageously low." Wang Zheng smiled bitterly.

"Buzz ......"

It took more than an hour, until helicopters appeared roaring, Wang Zheng finished processing the skins and materials of the thirty-seven fierce beasts, and the heavy animal skins Wang Zheng carried on his shoulders, almost pressing down on no one.

And the backpack was stuffed with the materials of the beast.

Wang Zheng did not estimate how much it would be worth, but carried these animal skins and materials on his back, and strode back to the town.

This time it's no longer about going back to town, it's about coming back.