Everything Zhang Sheng experienced was turned into a projection under the will of Gu Chuanxia in this bombed ruin, and continued to play back, it was like a dream, but it was so real. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info so much so that Zhang Sheng, who was in a coma, also showed various expressions on his face.

The same fat writer was also fortunate to watch Zhang Sheng's dream story together under the help of Gu Chuanxia. While watching, there was a sound of tsk.

"If Zhang Sheng is the protagonist, then this time it can be regarded as the beginning of his life. I assert that in less than a month, he will be able to get the golden finger... But it's not necessarily, if you really have a golden finger, you won't be caught by Gu Daxia. After that, the fat man still frowned at Gu Chuanxia, and it was not a matter of a minute or two that he wanted Gu Chuanxia to teach him some skills.

From the moment he was taken away by Gu Chuanxia, he never broke this thought. However, it was taken by the strength of the ancient legend before, and he didn't know much about the ancient legend. After thinking that he knew something about the ancient legend, the fat man's mind inevitably became active.

"If I had the ability to directly transform dreams into real images, wouldn't I be developed? I could make movies by myself, and when the time came, I would be able to make a movie, and when the time came, I would have won all the flowers, golden roosters, golden statues, golden horses, golden palms, and Oscars. The fat man went deep crookedly alone, with an idiot smile on his face. Apparently his delusions had slipped in even more indescribable directions.

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"My method is also very simple, a rough iron sand palm, it is very easy to use for mining, if you don't dislike it, I can teach you. Yuan Hua continued.

Zhang Sheng turned over and was about to kneel down to apprentice, but was supported by Yuan Hua.

"There is no need to apprentice, the means are passed down from home, and I am afraid that it will not be passed on to me, and I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse to teach you. Mining is good, but sometimes it is not necessarily good. Yuan Hua seemed to be sighing to himself, and he also seemed to be faintly admonishing.

Zhang Sheng said: "Since you know my situation, you should know that I don't have a choice." You will teach me that the means to give me this way to regain hope is my reborn parents. ”

Yuan Hua said: "It's serious! You saved my life, and I repay you with some means passed down from my family, which is the right thing to do." Since you've decided, I'll teach you!"

"My iron sand palm, although it is a kung fu practiced outside, but there is also a breathing mantra that cooperates, this mantra is the key, after all, there is no medicine to soak the hands in this place, if the breathing practice is not in place, can not effectively dredge the meridians on the arm, it is easy to waste the hands. ”

Learned the iron sand palm.

In the next period of time, in addition to the necessary 3,000 swings of the knife every day, Zhang Sheng followed Yuan Hua to practice the iron palm and the breathing method that matched the iron palm.

According to Yuan Hua, after the iron sand palm is practiced, the hands are grinding plates, which seem clumsy but can grind everything, and can temporarily seal all the pores on the hands, so that the iron plate of the palms is inviolable.

The combination of daily mining and practice not only greatly enhanced the speed of mining, but also made progress in Zhang Sheng's Iron Palm Kung Fu.

It's just that Yuan Hua repeatedly asked Zhang Sheng to suppress the progress of the iron palm, and asked him to practice more supporting breathing methods. Because of Zhang Sheng's crazy practice, it is very likely that he has excessively injured his muscles and bones, and the secret injuries are lurking, once he is forty years old, his qi and blood decay, these injuries will continue to erupt, and eventually kill him.

Zhang Sheng didn't listen to it, he was already thirty years old, even if he died at the age of forty, these ten years would be like hell for him. The only purpose of his life now is to overturn the case and get revenge.

The purpose of overturning the case is to wash away grievances and give an explanation to parents, and revenge is to settle grudges and give an explanation to his wife and children.

Zhang Sheng could see that Yuan Hua had already regretted teaching him the kung fu of the Iron Palm, because Yuan Hua had no intention of teaching Zhang Sheng the most critical killing moves of the Iron Palm. Practicing the palm technique every day, Zhang Sheng has a feeling of unfinished, and the force is sent to the end of the palm, but there is still no strength left to explode, and he is aggrieved in his heart. It's just that with Zhang Sheng's own martial arts knowledge, it is naturally impossible to make up for this unfinished meaning.

Syllable!

The rock wall of the rough mine was smeared by Zhang Sheng with his palm, and although Zhang Sheng's palm was red, there was no trace of oily skin.

After practicing the iron palm for more than a month, Zhang Sheng's palm is three points thicker than ordinary people's palms, and the hand bones seem to have become longer. The large hands on the sides of the arms looked a little incongruous.

If you can take an X-ray, you can see that Zhang Sheng's hand bones have been deformed, covered with large and small dark wounds, and the dark wounds of ten fingers and hearts even have a tendency to spread towards his heart.

Yuan Hua persuaded Zhang Sheng to no avail, he had already ignored Zhang Sheng's life or death, if a person was bent on jumping on the road to death, even nine cows would not be able to pull it back.

Click!

Zhang Sheng's palm swept across the rock wall, and he felt slightly that his palm seemed to crush something.

Then Zhang Sheng's complexion changed slightly.

He had just broken a sand crystal with his hand. Although he had never seen the size of the sand crystal, with the slight touch of his hand, Zhang Sheng could know that this sand crystal was not small, and it was even larger than the size of a baby's fist found before. Such a shattered sand crystal, what awaits him will never be a good end.

Now Zhang Sheng finally regretted not listening to Yuan Hua's admonition.

The practice is too aggressive, although the power of the palm is increasing day by day, but the hypertrophic keratin also blocks the sharpness of the hand, the palm rubs against the rock wall, Zhang Sheng didn't even feel the presence of Shajing, resulting in excessive force.

Regret is useless, Zhang Sheng knows that he can't always block the broken place of Shajing with his hands, otherwise judging from the picture on the monitor, sooner or later he will find out that something is wrong with him.

There is no water in the mine, and the body is contaminated with the smell of energy that overflows after the shattering of the sand crystals, and specially trained military dogs will smell it.

In a hurry, Zhang Sheng couldn't care less, and when he loosened the pores of his hands, he had to squeeze out the sweat and use the sweat to cover up the broken taste of the sand crystals. Although it is also a sin to sweat on the rock wall, the punishment is much lighter.

At the moment when the pores of his hands were opened, a warm and heavy energy poured in along the open pores.

For a moment, Zhang Sheng even felt the change in the bone of his right hand.

The warm and heavy energy swept through Zhang Sheng's palm like a whirlwind, combing the blood vessels and bones of his hands, following his breathing, entering his cardiovascular system and then removing the impurities caused by the dark injury.

Call!

A fishy wind erupted from his mouth, and when he exhaled this breath, Zhang Sheng felt a lot more comfortable in his heart. It used to be like an invisible hand grasping the heart, but now this feeling is gradually disappearing, almost nothing.

The slightly gigantic right hand has shrunk slightly, and the shape of the palm doesn't look as awkward as before.

The comfortable feeling made Zhang Sheng relax his vigilance and let go of his palm.

"Not good!"

Zhang Sheng wanted to block it with his hands again, but saw a fine sand floating down, but there was no shadow of sand crystals.

(To be continued.) )