"Come on, I'm not afraid at all!" Zhang Yong stiffened his big belly, but he really had a fat pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

"Good!"

Shi Jingtian stepped forward with an arrow, this Zhang Yong was tall and fat, really like a wall of flesh, and his height was not as high as his shoulders. Although he was tempted, he couldn't exert all his strength, so he only used five points of strength. The right fist was not fast, and it seemed that it hit Zhang Yong's stomach a little lightly or heavily.

There was no sound, it was as soft as hitting cotton. Don't look at Zhang Yong's usual movements, the fat all over his body trembles, but when he hits, he knows that the soft is soft but unusually tough. Except for the slight sinking of his fist, the fat did not move at all, let alone Zhang Yong would move!

"Oops! I'm scared to death!" Zhang Yong was really nervous at first, for fear that the stone would be able to mess up the internal organs with one punch, but this made him feel relieved, "With such a little force, if you make a thousand eight hundred punches, it can only be used as a massage!"

"Brother Shi, you give him a good look, when you fight with us, your punches are not so soft!"

Shi Jingtian closed his fists and stood up, sighing in his heart. Fifty percent of the strength is at least much greater than the strength of ordinary people, and Zhang Yong is really no different from tickling by letting himself hit like this. used to be the first in the killer list, and sure enough, he had some strength, just with this immovable Roshan, people had nothing to do.

"It's a punch, hurry up, or bring me the wine!" Zhang Yong urged impatiently.

"If you want to drink, it's easy, the second punch!"

It was still his right fist, Shi Jingtian's body moved slightly, his shoulders swung back slightly, his elbows bent and accumulated, and he hit straight with a heavy punch. The speed and strength are obviously very different from the last time, and there is a faint tendency to break through the air.

Falling on Zhang Yong's stomach, the fist of the sandbag was halfway sunk, and the sound was still not loud. I saw that the belly full of fat was like a wave, and it rolled for a while. The corners of Zhang Yong's mouth were crooked unconsciously, and it did look a little uncomfortable. conAd1();

"Just fight like this, and if you exert a little harder, ten punches are guaranteed to make him not even able to drink saliva!"

"This is the strength used when fighting with us, and they all said that there is no need to try, it is difficult for this guy to hurt him. When the remnant was holding his hands and feet, I threw dozens of punches with all my strength to knock him down!"

In fact, Shi Jingtian used seven or eight points of strength this time, and he usually fought with ghost hands. He knew very well the strength of the ghost hand, since Zhang Yong could withstand dozens of punches, it shouldn't be a big problem if he hit with all his strength.

And Zhang Yong's body is not as simple as obesity at all, but more like a thick protective cover. A punch with a five-point force is like cotton, and an eight-point punch is more like a pool of silent stagnant water, and the water ripples can cancel out most of the power.

It is said that cultivation is not martial arts, kendo or magic, there is only a distinction between high and low but there is no hierarchy, too much can affect a person's strength, weapons and armor, magic medicine elixir, talent and the like are not a few, Zhang Yong alone is not surprising that even if he does not care about cultivation, he can be among the top ten masters.

Shi Jingtian slowly retracted his fists, and a smile appeared on his face, "Zhang Yong, I really didn't expect that your body would be so useful." It turns out that eating, drinking, and nourishing fat every day is also cultivation, which really makes me admire. "Hehe, I can't do anything else, the ability to be beaten and beaten is definitely first-class. It's true that it hurts like you just now, but I definitely don't say a word even if I punch me dozens of times!" Zhang Yong said proudly, his little eyes narrowed and he couldn't see it. "Well, in that case, I'm going to throw another punch, and the wine will be yours as long as it's done. "Brother Stone, could it be that you didn't do your best with that punch just now?" asked the ghost hand, he already felt that the strength of the stone was almost the same as his own on weekdays, and his speed and body were higher than those of the afterimage, and his physique was even stronger, so he had been a little unable to compete. Even if he punched Zhang Yong with all his strength, it was just the effect, but listening to the meaning of the stone, it turned out to be that he did not do his best.

Shi Jingtian nodded nondeniably, since he was trained by Jiaojing's blood, the strength and toughness of his body were not a little stronger than before. conAd2(); Usually with the ghost hand remnant of the ghost, the test is to study the heaven killing heart method, the strength can be mastered to the same level as the two, there is no need to vigorously suppress people. And now that Zhang Yong is so thick-skinned, he suddenly wants to hit with all his strength to see what the effect is.

"Hehe, it's okay, how strong you are. I'm waiting to drink!" Zhang Yongke didn't believe that this young man could be much stronger than the ghost hand, and he began to get a little impatient standing there. "So, then take my last punch, the wine is yours!" Shi Jingtian slowly walked in front of Zhang Yong. "Come on!"

Standing calmly in front of Zhang Yong, Shi Jingtian's whole body relaxed, his hands naturally drooped, and he slowly closed his eyes. Your feet feel the weight of the solid earth, and every bone joint in your body is mobilizing strength.

Zhang Yong was suddenly a little scared, the stone with his eyes closed was a little frightening, too calm, calm like a fire thunder before the detonation, unconsciously straightened his stomach, making the fat all over his body tense. The ghost hand and the afterimage leaning on the iron door also saw a hint of unusualness and stood up straight.

The strength starts from the heart, takes the earth as the base, extends to the legs, concentrates on the waist, the shoulder, and the fist, so as to gather the strength of the whole body. "Wow!" Shi Jingtian opened his eyes suddenly, roared and exhaled to open the river, and stood up in fright for Xiao Hei who was lying on the side, which also made Zhang Yong even more nervous.

The legs are slightly bent, the waist is heavy, the wind is light, but the movement is thunder and fire. From relaxation to the strength gathered throughout the body, he punched out. The power of this punch can be seen with the naked eye alone, and it is as fast as wind and thunder, and the air that passes through it seems to have become a wave of air that has become resistance and is somewhat torn.

There was a muffled thud, a solid muffled sound. The whole fist sank deep into a thick pile of fat. It was like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, setting off a monstrous wave. Layers of waves were tumbling incessantly, squeezing together violently and irregularly. The fat of Zhang Yong's entire upper body was trembling with the aftermath of this power, including his face being a little distorted. conAd3();” This punch is really powerful. Brother, it turns out that Brother Shi has always let us!" said the afterimage in surprise. "That's true, I don't have that kind of strength. It turns out that he has been letting us go in the competition. Master said that the stone is a mysterious and powerful person, and it is true!" said the ghost hand.

The world regards Li Siguang Tianci as a generation of masters, but the ghost hand has never taken them seriously, even if there is some progress, then he has never stood still. And the stone has such strength but is unknown, and is willing to live here plainly. Remember, to look at the stones, all the time! Suddenly, I remembered the words that the master had told me, which made the ghost hand even more pondering.

With this punch, Shi Jingtian suddenly felt a sense of relaxation and comfort, and he knew a lot more about the strength of his current body, and he also had a new concept of mastering strength, especially the moment from static to moving, the sending and receiving of a gallop, and the comprehension of the diffusion range affected after the fight went to a new height.

Slowly retracted his fist, and at a glance at Zhang Yong, his belly was like an air bag, and the fist was retracted and then returned to its original state. But this face is not good-looking, red and white, the small eyes are wide, blinking hard, and the fat lips are constantly twitching.

I don't know what's going on, it doesn't look like there should be anything serious, Shi Jingtian was just about to ask. I saw Zhang Yong's giant-like body fall to the ground with a puff, and his mouth was so spitting on the ground. "What's the matter!, it's okay!" Shi Jingtian hurriedly asked, estimating that he had made a little heavy move, and he probably didn't expect it, and was careless.

Zhang Yong didn't speak, he sat on the ground and vomited vigorously, and the layers of sweat beads on his bright head kept rolling down. After a while, he waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay." I was content without messing up my intestines, but this day's food was in vain!"

Hahaha, the ghost hand and the afterimage laughed together, this Zhang Yong suffered such a big loss, but he actually thought of filling his stomach in vain.

Shi Jingtian knew that he couldn't stand him, so he handed him the wine bag beside him, "It's too much, don't take it to heart, if this wine is not enough, I'll give it to you in a while!"

The fist was hit, of course this wine should be held, Zhang Yong took the wine bag and put it aside, raised his head and stared at Shi Jingtian and said seriously, "There are very few people who can beat me to the ground with one punch, and I don't want to drink a sip of water." Not even a ghost hand, can you tell me who you really are?"

Hearing Zhang Yong's words, Shi Jingtian didn't know how to answer, but he couldn't bear to deceive him, "I have lived in the jungle since I was a child, and I shuttle through the forest all day long and be in the company of wild beasts, so my body is naturally stronger. Speaking of which, the recent surge in martial arts is still because of the competition with the two brothers. “

Zhang Yong didn't doubt what Shi Jingtian said at all, his body seemed to have recovered, and he lay on the ground to rest, "Also, the continent is so big, and there are so many masters, many of them don't know." I remember that in a stone carving shop in the imperial city, there must have been about seventy years of carving old men, because I spoke directly to angered him, one finger turned my belly upside down, and my intestines were mixed together, and I couldn't get up all day long lying in front of the stone carving shop!"

"There are still such masters!" Shi Jingtian was suddenly surprised when he heard this, and he made Zhang Yong with one finger, could it be a hidden master like Wang Po in bloody clothes.

"I never lied to anyone, although I have never been to the stone carving shop again, but the old man who carved must still be alive, I don't believe in telling you the location to see for yourself!"

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