Outside the blacksmith's shop, two small heads next to each other were looking at the room with concern through the small holes cut out of the window screen.

However, it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, Xia Ze's heart-rending screams sounded in the house, and the two little dolls, Chen Dongyou and Chen Tanjing, suddenly fell to the ground in fright, covering their ears tremblingly, and their faces turned pale.

Swallowing Heaven pushed open the door of the retreat, and with a pale face, he walked to the steps where the two of them were, sat down, and sighed, "Save it, the small world that the king blacksmith has opened up with a secret method, and no one can see it except the people in it......

Chen Dongyou and Chen Tanjing glanced at each other, and sighed at this guy's sometimes stupid and sometimes idly stupid temperament, and sometimes no different from ordinary people, and they were suddenly confused.

Chen Tanjing asked, "Swallowing the sky, you swallowed the remnants of those five dragon clans, shouldn't this be a retreat?"

Swallowing Heaven shook his head, clenched that small fist, and gently slapped his chest, "Xia Ze and I are connected to a certain extent, these days the internal organs seem to be torn, I can't concentrate at all, it's better to wait for him first......

Chen Dongyou and Chen Tanjing suddenly turned pale again, and even swallowed the sky to sense how much pain that son had to endure inside.

The three little guys are in Daqi Dongjing, and they are all blessed.

Swallow Tian was about to open his mouth to call their names, but Chen Dongyou and Chen Tanjing, who were the first to notice, covered their mouths.

"Don't forget, when Childe recast the golden body for us, the original name was already equivalent to a sacrifice sacrifice, and you can't shout it anymore or it will involve some cause and effect."

"Yes, that's right." The little girl echoed and nodded heavily.

Thinking of this, Chen Tanjing sighed again, when Gongzi learned that when he recast the golden body, he had to sacrifice their original names, and then he felt guilty, after all, it was the name given to them by Chenghuang Meng Dengzhou, and they should have been asked in advance.

The two little dolls are frank, if the city god knows, he will definitely not blame them, but he wants to ask the son to think about it a little and come up with a nice name.

Xia Ze nodded at that time, and only said that he would take some time to think about it. This entry into the house is three days.

Swallowing Heaven slapped the hands of the two of them, and wondered, "Then what should I call you two?"

"Either you don't call, if you are sincere enough, you can call grandparents." The little girl is rarely radiant, with her arms around her chest.

Swallowing Heaven suddenly got up, walked to the threshold of the room where he was retreating, made a funny grimace, and then said a word, and slammed the door shut.

The two grinned, and then sighed again, Childe was not there, and it didn't feel like home anywhere.

Where Xia Ze was, sometimes it was as bright as day, and sometimes it was pitch black.

What's even more troublesome is that in addition to the aura in the Qi Mansion, the robes, weapons, and talismans that can be relied on have all disappeared, as if to tell him that in this world, all you can rely on is a pair of fists and a body of fists.

With the experience of being killed three thousand times by that martial arts boy in the realm of boxing illusion, Xia Ze felt at first that it would be a little more difficult to learn boxing with Wang Wei at best, but it wasn't until this difficult road to boxing began that Xia Ze knew how stupid his initial prediction was.

In this world, the sun and the moon rotate, and the four seasons change so fast, there is no law at all. And Wang Xie's figure is faint and ubiquitous, and often before Xia Ze can react, that punch will be killed from an incredible angle.

Wang Xie never left his hand, and the strength of his fist was just enough to control that although he would not kill him with one punch, but the fist that drilled into the flesh and bone marrow could torture him as well as death.

Here, the wind, the waves, the grass and trees fall, the heavens and the earth shake, everything can be a fist, being in it is like bathing in a burst of boundless fist intent, always to bear the pain of disemboweling, scraping bones and flesh.

What's even more terrifying is that with every punch, Xia Ze can feel that his martial arts realm will drop slightly, so the next punch will have to be borne with a weaker physique, and the pain in his heart is naturally self-evident.

"Can't feel the passage of time? Panic

All day? Then what are you going to learn, go back to your backcountry and be that wild boy." The king did not know where he was, but the words were full of irony and were everywhere.

Xia Ze endured the pain between his ribs, punched his body, and hung his palm on his waist with one hand, and a small breeze flowed from the palm of his hand, turning into a crying and angry wind.

"Wind Horn Hunting? I didn't expect to master it so quickly after being beaten up, that's good! Let you see and see, the most full fist of heaven and earth dome style."

Xia Ze frowned slightly, jumped and retreated suddenly.

But in the face of the red fist intent that was constantly spreading from Wang Xie's body, he was still a little late, and he was enveloped in it in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, there was an endless red all around, as if he was in a furnace, and he had to be "scorched" by the overwhelming fist intent all the time.

In a trance, the burly man's figure flashed, and with an angry roar, the knotted muscles burst out into a terrifying fist, and a punch burst out, and the sound shook like thunder.

But in the face of such a thunderous killing machine, Xia Ze's face was flat, the whole person did not move at all, and the holes were constricted like needles, as if he was searching for something in this scorching fist array.

The next moment, the originally murderous figure of Wang Evil suddenly dissipated, obviously this time was just a temptation. That angry wind is still lingering around Xia Ze, this is the wind horn that Xia Ze stole from Wang Xie after being beaten several times, and he needs to set up a pile in advance to deliberately predict the opponent's next move in advance.

The last to come, the enemy is expected to be the first. But no matter how hard Xia Ze tried, he could predict it at most three times now.

"Kind of interesting." The king sneered.

After a while, the two figures, one in front of the other, each attacked Xia Ze's chest vest.

Xia Ze seemed to be confident, and according to the deduction of the wind angle, these two times were still feints.

As a result, the next moment, a certain figure quickly swept out of the darkness and coincided with the figure behind it.

Xia Ze was shocked, quickly twisted his waist, tied his hands to parry, but was still smashed by a punch and rolled out.

"Martial arts in the world, only fast and unbreakable, indestructible, you rely too much on the expected results, but as long as you are fast enough, virtual and real, there is no unbreakable armor and fist moves in the world." Wang Wei slowly put out a fist fight.

Suddenly, hurricanes surged from all directions of this heaven and earth, with Wang Xie as the center, rolling up a huge tornado.

Xia Ze rolled dozens of punches on the ground in a row, and only stopped after hitting a huge rock, but he was already covered in bruises.

"When I was young, I had a bad character, but I liked to travel around the four poles, the wilderness of the net in the south, the silent land in the north, the poor and the dark room in the west, and the light of the Hongdong in the east.

This boundless melting pot suddenly closed at this moment, accompanied by a roar of Wang Evil, this punch was comparable to the light of annihilation.

Where Xia Ze stood on, in just an instant, he was engulfed by the boundless vast light, and it was wiped out.

The whole world seemed to be shaken by this fist intent, the light flickered and flickered, and the messy fist gang flowed around, so that this heaven and earth were constantly expanded.

Wang Wei slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and was stepping to retract his fists, while looking at the white smoke in the distance, he searched several times, wanting to see if the young man was shattered into ashes along with his foothold.

As a result, in the next moment, a waning moon quickly cut through the layers of white mist and came towards the king. And the young man with blurred flesh and blood all over his body has a shining sun in front of him.

Wang Wei suddenly smiled happily, and stretched out a hand to block the waning moon that was constantly whirling, "It's so small, it's a little capable."

He slapped it casually, and his blood-drenched five fingers smashed the waning moon with one palm, and then rearranged an unfamiliar fist fight: "In the past, I climbed the East Mountain of the Ethereal Continent, and I saw the red sun and the moon wheel, which reflected each other, and realized this punch, which is called the Sun and Moon Qiguang Style."

Xia Ze stood in place, his ears ringing, everything was blurry, and he only felt a warm glow in front of him, but soon, the brilliance gathered on the left and right hands of the person in the distance was even better.

No, to move, Xia Ze desperately wanted to support his body to meet this punch, but his whole body

His body was like porcelain that had been scorched at high temperatures, stiff and stiff, and a hoarse cry came out of his throat, and the whole body was scabbed and the affected areas were suddenly bleeding again.

He raised his fists with difficulty, without a trace of fist protection, only a round of the sun in front of him.

That round of the great sun did not stop the menacing Wang Evil for too long, one punch was cracked all over the place, and the two fists were shattered, and Xia Ze, who was already exhausted in donkey skills, was even more beaten deep into the mud by a punch, and he couldn't even let out a painful wail.

The left fist was scorching, the right fist was cold and piercing, the fist was strong and heavy, punch after punch hit Xia Ze's body, crushing all the bones and flesh of his body, Xia Ze gradually became numb, and there was only one thought in his heart: this Wang Xie is really a good blacksmith.

The whole earth, with the beating again and again, trembled slightly, Xia Ze lay on the ground, and he didn't need to open his eyes to feel how dazzling the sun and moon light in Wang Xi's hand was.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Xie slowly retracted his fists, scattered the brilliance of his hands, and gasped: "In my opinion, the martial artist has encountered a great disaster of life and death, so why not retreat. How many exercises does the sage gentleman have? Advocating that you should also punch hard against the strong? Bullshit, it's all bullshit."

He turned around and prepared to leave, with the strength of those punches just now, as long as Xia Ze could absorb it and integrate it, the strongest five realms of martial arts and even the strongest six realms would be just around the corner.

He muttered: "It's just that after retreating and retreating, your back must lean against a wall, this wall is the belief and boxing theory of the martial artist, and the backbone of the martial artist, after there is no retreat, you can put aside the honor and disgrace of life and death, and boldly punch."

Wang Xie was about to leave, but he turned around suddenly, because Xia Ze, who had been slumping to the ground, suddenly felt like a dead tree in spring, and in that broken body, there was a cluster of subtle fist intent like tiny flames, swaying with the wind, and turned into a fire.

The young man was asleep, but Wang Xi's lips trembled slightly, and he gave a thumbs up and said, "It should really be you Xia Ze who has reached the peak of martial arts."