With 1,200 kilograms of fist strength, Wang Heng had already crushed a cultivator of the same level, and if he faced Wang Yong of the Martial Arts Quadruple Heaven, he was confident that he could beat Wang Yong out of without stimulating his life potential alone. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But then again, how can a life-and-death battle be won by brute force alone?

The realm of personal cultivation, endless mental exercises, all kinds of weapons, vicious hidden weapons that cannot be guarded against, etc., and even a moment of negligence can all determine the outcome of a battle of life and death.

Wang Heng, who calmed down, remembered Wang Yong's Scorching Heart Burning Fist, which was definitely an azure exercise. When he was attacked by Wang Yong, he was almost killed by a punch, and the fire poison remaining in his body continued to corrode various organs and meridians, weakening his combat effectiveness and distracting him from the aggravating and worsening injuries.

The Scorching Flame Heart Fist is just an Azure Technique, and there are orange, purple, and colorful exercises that are stronger than it, thinking of this, Wang Heng doesn't think how terrifying the effect of quenching bones and forging marrow to increase the strength of three times is terrifying.

However, because he was too obsessed with his own strength, he ignored the trick of quenching bones and forging marrow, which was originally a body refining technique, and its main power should be reflected in the enhancement of the body and the ability to resist blows, and the increase in strength was only an incidental effect.

Wang Heng's heart is hot now, he wishes that he could complete the cultivation of the bone quenching and marrow forging technique within one day, how did he know that he insisted on treating an ancient thaumaturgy as a huge force exercise in cultivation, and the fact that the cart was turned upside down.

In terms of perseverance, among the people Wang Heng has seen, no one dares to call himself the first when he is called second. It took him more than two hours to successfully cultivate the first layer of the Bone Quenching and Forging Pulp Technique, which made Wang Heng's confidence soar, and he thought that this exercise was simply tailor-made for him.

So he immediately planned to cultivate the second layer, preparing to take the first two layers of the exercise with one breath. It's not that he's short-sighted and unambitious, it's all because every two layers correspond to a realm, and no matter how ambitious his ambitions are, he has to follow step by step, step by step.

"What the hell is this? I need to take the pill refined by the specified medicinal herbs to cultivate?" Immediately, Wang Heng's mind showed the materials needed for alchemy, "The two-hundred-year-old ghost withered vine, the two Jiazi's bone-eating grass, the toad of the demon beast thousand-eyed toad, and the inner pill of the shadow leopard." ”

"You're kidding me, aren't you! I'm a martial arts refiner, you asked me to take the above materials to alchemy, what's the difference between this and throwing money into the water and listening to the sound?" He had never heard of the first two medicinal materials, the Thousand-Eyed Toad and the Shadow Leopard, and the so-called Thousand Eyes of the former referred to the markings on the skin of the toad that resembled human eyes. Under normal circumstances, a toad that has lived for more than 50 years is born with 100 eyes, and it takes more than 300 years to develop 1000 eye markings.

This thing is Neidan, only the body of a second-order demon beast can form an inner Dan. The second-order Shadow Leopard is equivalent to the late stage of the Martial Arts, if Wang Heng wants to obtain a Demon Beast Inner Pill, he must at least destroy a Demon Beast of the Seventh Heaven of Martial Arts, and then gamble on his luck, bad luck, and meet a melon that only eats meat and does not have an inner pill......

From the difficulty of obtaining the Thousand-Eyed Toad and the Demon Beast Neidan, it is not difficult to infer that the preciousness of the first two medicinal materials is by no means comparable to the medicinal materials sold cheaply.

Demon beast inner pills, precious medicinal materials, and finished pills, each of which is not easy to obtain, and the three of them are like a basin of ice water poured down on their heads, instantly extinguishing the fire in Wang Heng's heart that is eager to cultivate the secret of quenching bones and forging marrow.

"Forget it, let's wait until later to cultivate! I, a poor and white person, only got together the four alchemy materials in the Year of the Monkey, and I can afford to invite an alchemist to open a furnace for me to refine the Heart Protecting Solid Pill. ”

"A few pills stumped you? "As soon as he heard that Wang Heng was going to be passive and slack off, the old guy stopped doing it, for some reason, he was more concerned about Wang Heng's cultivation progress than Wang Heng himself.

"There are still few enemies in your city, go to their house and rob them, but you can't rob them in the shop. I really don't understand, how can anyone in this world who doesn't have a brain be able to cultivate!"

When the old guy talked about stealing and robbing, his tone was plain, smoother than eating and drinking, and then he thought of him instigating himself to dig graves, kill people and set fires.

Wang Heng couldn't help but say when he heard this: I am in big trouble this time, the old guy must have been a vicious and ruthless person before, so I don't know how many of his enemies are still alive in this world, I hope I don't bump into it.

Seeing that Wang Heng was speechless, the old guy was afraid that he would change from sabotage to strike, so he said in a slightly slower tone: "Even if the talent of ordinary people is high, it is not uncommon for it to take ten days and half a month to cultivate the first layer of the bone refining and marrow forging technique. Look at you, cultivation speed, take it in two hours, wouldn't it be a pity to give up easily?"

Bowing his head and thinking about it again and again, Wang Heng still chose to believe in the old guy once, the old guy thinks very highly of himself, his temper is strange and rushing, people like him like him like to speak straight and speak with strength, and disdain to tell lies and empty words in front of juniors.

"Is it really suitable for me to cultivate this exercise? Whatever, he can't find Wang Yong to take revenge for the time being, it's good to collect some interest first, and he can't let their father and son have a peaceful birthday one day!"

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Near noon, the inside and outside of Yancheng were very lively, and the crowds of people coming in and out of the city gate were endless.

Pan Feng, the city gate official, was lying comfortably on a bamboo rattan chair, directing his four subordinates to collect customs duties from passing merchants. For every customs duty that was recorded, a dozen or twenty copper plates fell into his pocket.

As usual, Pan Feng had already made a lot of money in less than half a day. The reason why he was able to get this fat difference that everyone was jealous of was not only because he was also surnamed Pan, but he was also Pan Liancheng's distant nephew.

Early this morning, Pan Feng received a portrait distributed from above, telling him to report to the city guard as soon as he saw the person in the portrait.

Pan Feng didn't take it too seriously at all, he was no stranger to this kind of "game" of holding a portrait of a wanted criminal, one or two cases would be staged in the city every month, and he couldn't be ranked to catch people and receive rewards.

But things in the world are such a coincidence, Pan Feng stilted up Erlang's legs and lay on the rattan chair, just reached out to touch the pottery tea bowl on the wooden table next to him, and his hand reached out in the air and stopped.

His gaze fell on a resolute and resolute-looking young man who had entered the city, his body was slightly thin, and his steps were unusually steady, looking at a young man of fifteen or sixteen who was somewhat familiar.

The more he looked at Pan Feng, the more he felt that he had seen this young man somewhere, and he couldn't remember the name for a while, until the young man walked out of the city gate cave, and saw that his back was about to be drowned in the flow of people, Pan Feng slapped his head suddenly, took out the folded portrait from his arms, and spread it out in a panic.

"It's him, the wanted criminal surnamed Wang!"