"Why don't you teach me and let me practice?"

Pan Heng's eyes suddenly lit up and deceived Taishan Dao.

How do you know that Taishan's face changed greatly, and he waved his hand again and again: "How is it possible, without the permission of the Martial Arts Association, if we teach boxing techniques privately, we will both be wanted by the world!"

"I'm going, it's so serious? What age is it, and you're still doing this!"

Pan Heng was puzzled, it is said that it is difficult for people to survive in the last days, and they should let go of their vigilance, especially martial arts, which is extremely talented, difficult to get started, and costs a lot of money.

It's a pity that Pan Heng doesn't know the thoughts of those superiors in the last days, although human beings have increased the living space of human beings a lot with the help of the scientific and technological achievements of the ruins of alien civilizations on the moon, and the population base has also increased a lot, but whether it is the so-called "gods of heaven" in space, or the wealthy and powerful people in the major bases, they essentially rely on the huge federal civilians to support them.

If everyone cultivates and everyone is like a dragon, then everything they enjoy will disappear and they will become a member of the general public, which makes the powerful and high-level people who are accustomed to fine clothes and fine food, high up and wantonly control the life and death of most people, how willing?

After a slight sigh, Pan Heng said boredly: "Don't teach ball arithmetic, let me ask you, who is better than you here?"

Taishan's physique is amazing, this kung fu has recovered a lot, he got up and pointed behind him and said: "No, there are a total of 9 people here, the more you go inside, the more perverted you are, behind me is the Blood Knife Jiren, if you have the ability to defeat him, I'll take a look!"

"Heh, you guys are still ranked according to seniority here!" Pan Heng teased.

Taishan crossed his neck and said, "Of course, the more you go inside, the bigger the house is, the more resources there are, but it is much stronger than my broken house." ”

"Then what if a few more people come in?" Pan Heng suddenly wondered.

"Hehe, extra one, naturally feed the dog at night!" Tarzan grinned and pointed at the metal wall in the distance: "After 12 o'clock in the morning, the prison will release a large number of mutant beasts, and the highest is D-class, do you say that there is no house to do it?"

"Such a pervert!" Pan Heng was dumbfounded, he never expected this heavy prison to be so terrifying.

"Why don't you run away when you're so strong?"

According to Taishan, there are 9 people here, and the stronger they go inside, the stronger they are in the deepest metal villa, there is always a glimmer of life when they run out.

Taishan glanced at Pan Heng with a weak heart, and suddenly rushed back to the hut, and said through the crack in the door: "You run one, I'll see, drones, electromagnetic guns, sky-class warships, I've been locked in for five years, and I haven't heard of anyone running out!"

After speaking, Taishan closed the door heavily, as if he was afraid that Pan Heng would snatch it from him.

Pan Heng smiled speechlessly, and walked straight to the metal house of the Blood Knife Jiren, which was obviously twice as large as Mount Tai, and after a closer look, he found that all the houses here, the walls, the surrounding ground, were covered with all kinds of traces of battle, and mottled purple and brown bloodstains.

At this point, Pan Heng suddenly realized that the unevenness and black soil on the ground here were not the traces left by the battle to destroy the world like the wilderness outside, but the result of countless strong men fighting and fighting with mutated beasts.

The horror of the prison can be seen.

"Boom!"

The heavy metal gate slowly rose, and a young man in a short shirt and shorts carrying a blood-red alloy long knife walked out with an expressionless face.

"Your battle is just a joke, one will tire himself half to death, and the other will only be beaten, what is the difference between this and the mutated beast, it is simply a loss of face for the warrior!"

"Brush!"

I didn't see Jiren's movements, and the slender and sharp blood knife was already in his hand.

"Martial arts, is the sublimation of skills, but also the process of entering the Tao from the arts, come, try my knife!" Jiren gently stroked the blade, and his focused and obsessive eyes seemed to pour out his heart after a long separation.

"Brush!"

One knife slashed, but it was split into two in mid-air, two and four, and four sword lights wrapped in a fishy and disgusting bloody breath slashed down on the head.

I don't know if it's the sharpness of this bloody knife or the sharp knife skills of Ji Ren, before the knife arrives, the slightest cold and bleak killing intent has stimulated a layer of goosebumps, and I secretly worry in my heart, this knife is down, I am afraid that I will immediately break and fracture.

I have the heart to hide, but unfortunately my brain can keep up, but my body can't keep up, and the four knife lights will split Pan Heng impartially, and in an instant, on both arms and chest, four narrow and terrifying knife wounds rolled over the flesh and skin, and the blood flowed like an injection, which was extremely infiltrating.

"Hey, I'm so disappointed, what's the difference between you and the stupid cow in front of you!" Ji Ren saw that Pan Heng couldn't even take a move, and he was immediately extremely disappointed, shook his head and was about to turn around and go back to the house.

"Stop!"

Ji Ren's knife is extremely terrifying, and he can actually cut out four times in an instant, fortunately he has no murderous intent, otherwise it is very likely that Pan Heng will be directly beheaded.

However, Pan Heng's system has obvious weaknesses, and its strength is also extremely unheavenly, as long as it is not a one-hit kill, it can increase the corresponding resistance to a critical value of damage.

"Ding, detect the damage received by the sharp weapon, the sharp weapon damage resistance +1+1+1...... the sharp weapon damage resistance is small!"

The four terrifying knife wounds on Pan Heng's body grew wildly and slowly closed, although they did not recover in an instant, they were also extremely terrifying.

"Huh, you can actually control the muscles and nerves of your body to such an extent, could it be that you are a high-level martial artist?" As soon as Yoshito turned around, he saw an extremely shocking scene.

After a long and painstaking training of fascia, muscles, and blood exchange and marrow-making, martial arts apprentices can participate in the junior martial arts assessment, officially step into the path of cultivation, absorb the incomparable "Yuan Force" in the universe, further integrate the inside and outside of the body, temper the physical body, and practice the corresponding martial arts at the same time.

After that, the intermediate martial artists are to accumulate yuan power, sublimate martial arts, and reach the realm of practice makes perfect, handy, and the best of them may even reach the level of divine skills, and the blood knife Jiren in front of Pan Heng is undoubtedly exactly like this.

However, high-level martial artists are even more powerful, they have been able to control their own muscles and flesh at will, carry qi and blood, and never waste a trace of Yuan Force in every move, whether it is the control of themselves and the condensation of Yuan Force, they have reached the extreme of human beings.

Pan Heng benefited from the system's merits, and his injuries recovered automatically, although it was limited, but it also shocked the blood knife Jiren, and secretly said that this thing would not be pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, with some ulterior motives.

"Jiren, you are the one who disappointed me, but relying on the sharpness of the blood knife and showing off that flashy knife technique, what is the use of birds?" Pan Heng pretended to gesture, squinting his eyes and pointing.

"Blowing nonsense, even a real high-level martial artist doesn't dare to underestimate my bloody rain mad sword!" Ji was furious, holding the knife in both hands, and shouted: "Blood knife, bloody wind and bloody rain!"

"Brush, brush!"

A bloody curtain instantly appeared in front of Pan Heng's eyes, the blood between heaven and earth was clouded, and he couldn't see anything clearly, he could only clearly smell a disgusting and disgusting rich bloody breath, and at the same time, a violent bloody wind came to his face, making people feel powerless to parry and waiting to be killed.