The moment the fists turned pale gold, the fists that slammed into the air immediately emitted a dull roar, like a drum.

With sharp punches and physical toughness, every punch Pang Qing swung was full of domineering and fierceness.

After practicing the method of forging the body, Pang Qing found that his body was not only stronger, but the power contained in his body was several times stronger than before.

Now, without blessing the spiritual energy, Pang Qing swung the Cangquan Eight Styles, and each punch was extremely destructive.

At present, he is only practicing the first of the eight styles of Cangquan.

In a trance, Pang Qing felt that this golden body forging method and the Cangquan Eight Styles were tailor-made for him.

The pace of his swings became faster and faster, and he became more and more comfortable, and every punch was subconsciously blasted.

Without Pang Qing knowing, some filth was slowly discharged from the pores on his body surface, black and slimy.

In an instant, Pang Qing felt that his body was actually getting lighter, and the blood in his body was getting hotter.

The bombardment fist suddenly changed.

Cangquan Eight Style, the second style.

Whoosh –

The roar in the air immediately changed, turning into a whoosh like a sharp sword, like a bamboo.

Strong winds were born from under Pang Qing's feet.

At the same time, the small tree ten meters away in front of it was toppled by the fierce fist wind and almost rose from the ground.

Suddenly, he suddenly turned around and threw a punch at the boulder he was sitting on.

Bang –

The sharp fist wind hit the boulder like a huge wave, clicking!

A crack visibly spread to the entire boulder.

Pang Qing frowned slightly, this was not the effect he wanted.

He increased his strength to eighty percent of the punch just now, although it was a punch in the air, but the power should be more than that.

In an instant, the psionic energy rolled from its body, slowly surging towards its fists, and then slammed into it again.

Bang—

The boulder immediately exploded from the middle and turned into countless small pieces of rubble.

Pang Qing withdrew his fist, looked at the boulder on the ground, which was close to 20,000 catties, and underestimated:

"Am I overestimating myself?"

Then he continued to practice boxing.

......

The next day, it was dark.

Pang Qing was sweating all over his body and lay on the ground.

At this time, his face was facing the sky, and he was gasping for air, and a trace of hot air slowly drifted out of his body.

The sports coat had been tossed aside by him, revealing patches of even, explosive muscles.

Although the weather at this time was almost freezing, it was nothing to Pang Qing, who had practiced all-night boxing.

Even if he doesn't practice boxing, for him with a strong physique, even if you get out of school, he just feels a little cool.

Pang Qing, who was lying on the ground, struggled to get up and landed his gaze on his arms.

At this time, both arms were already bruised, and some places were even swollen, especially the joints.

He sighed slightly, because he was so engrossed in practicing last night that he didn't even notice that his two arms had become like this, and he had a faint sharp pain after he stopped.

Although his physical body is extremely powerful, it can't offset the high-intensity boxing training all night.

What's more, what about the strong and domineering boxing method of Cangquan Eight Styles?

Even so, he felt that it was worth it, because he had already learned the third form of the Cangquan Eight Styles, and he would just need to practice more in the future.

While practicing the third form, Pang Qing strangely found that the blood in his body seemed to become hot at that moment.

Cangquan only has eight styles, each style is different, and each style is extremely difficult to practice, but the power of each style is several times or even ten times that of the previous style.

But the strange thing is that each of the Cangquan Eight Styles has no name, and the system does not give an explanation when exchanging it.

Now Pang Qing's first style is almost a success, the second style is introduced, and the third style is not to be said.

He needs to fight, he needs to fight to improve himself, he needs to fight to practice his boxing skills, and he needs to fight to polish his forging methods.

Now that his golden body has broken through to the third layer, even a more powerful thermal weapon must not be able to break through his skin, let alone the metal bullets of the old era.

Pang Qing planned to wait for the third layer of the golden body to be completed, and then he began to exchange points for the golden body novella, but after he looked at the points that needed to be exchanged, he couldn't help but gasp.

That's a lot of zeros!

Then there is his own weapon, the Falling Star Knife, although he has been staying in his storage space, he has always been wrapped in a cloud of black light, and he doesn't know what will become of the Falling Star Knife after it fuses with the ore.

When he returned to Chaoyang City, Pang Qing planned to go to the front line after dealing with all the affairs of the orphanage.

Because he thinks this is where he should go, just like the fat man once told him, the second male is determined in all directions, so he throws his head and spills blood.

You can't waste your strength.

Looking at the direction of the border pass, Pang Qing slowly got up and draped his coat over his shoulders, his handsome face revealed yearning, and his slender and upright figure immediately attracted the attention of the old ladies and grandfathers who went up the mountain to exercise.

Are they all sighing that he is not afraid of the cold?

Some young women who couldn't sleep and girls who liked to jog in the morning also stopped and looked sideways to admire the seductive male body.

A few beautiful young women with peach blossom eyes twisted their waists and stepped forward, wanting to ask for contact information, but they were all rejected by Pang Qing, and then ran towards the bottom of the mountain in their resentful eyes.

Some young girls who are young and full of youthful vitality want to keep up with Pang Qing's footsteps, but unfortunately they are disappointed.

Because it's simply not possible.

Looking at the figures farther and farther away, the girls stomped their feet fiercely.

And then he was unwilling to leave.

Pang Qing didn't know, because of his appearance, in the next week, a large number of young women and young and lovely girls dressed up in flowers and branches appeared on the hill one after another every day.

An uncle who likes to play the radio here every day was amazed when he saw this, and said that this young man had his own demeanor back then, but his appearance was a little worse.

The other half, when Pang Qing descended the mountain and approached his residence, a level in front of him caught his attention.

I saw that a checkpoint had been set up on the road ahead, and more than a dozen heavily armed inspectors were standing on the side with serious faces.

On either side of the level are two small objects that look like scanners that scan a person's face when they enter or leave.

This seems to be an attempt to identify certain people.

Pang Qing's eyes flashed slightly, there was no such level when he passed through here yesterday, presumably it was set up this morning.

Suddenly, an armored vehicle equipped with weapons of mass destruction slowly drove from the corner to the edge of the checkpoint.

Pang Qing calmly walked to the side of the path.

When he came to a safer place, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the fat man's number.

After a while, the phone was connected, and the voice of the fat man was heard: "

The northwest Xuantian is cloudy! ”

Pang Qing's face darkened, this was the code that the fat man told him last night, and he had to match it in order to ensure safety.

"The crows have fallen into the phoenix flock!"

"Old Pang?"

"It's me!"

After matching the code, Pang Qing came and began to ask them about the current situation in the district.

"The situation is not ideal! Probably because of the proximity to the airport, the number of people here has suddenly increased, and a lot of drones have appeared in the sky, and the situation has been faintly checked again. ”

"Is there a chance to leave now?"

The fat man pondered for a while and said, "I'm fine, the problem is them." ”

Pang Qing was silent, although he deleted all the information about their entry into the entrance from Li Fatzi, but there was still a record of the airport.

Suddenly, the fat man's mobile phone rang, and after connecting it, the voice was Li Nan.

After a few minutes, the sound stopped, and there was silence on the fat man's side.

"What's wrong?" Pang Qing asked.

"Alas!" The fat man sighed lightly and said:

"Bad news, just now Huang Jing called, saying that the inspectors need Huang Jing to come here to open the door of this house and cooperate with the inspectors to inspect."

"What?"

Pang Qing's heart tightened.