The next month was uneventful, and Zhang Sheng only occasionally deepened his attainments with sand crystals. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info compared to Yuan Hua is much crazier, he almost secretly absorbed most of the sand crystals he found.

After a month, he seemed to be a different person. The originally dry but broad palm was transformed again, crystal like white jade, and the withered yellow face was also rejuvenated, as if it had suddenly become twenty years younger.

Such a change can even be perceived by a blind person, but Yuan Hua fell into the excitement of continuous breakthroughs in the palm technique, but did not have an accurate understanding and perception of his own changes.

It may seem incomprehensible, but it is actually taken for granted.

The previous Yuan Hua was honest and cautious, and that was because his psychological defense line was still there. And the iron sand palm, which has been practicing hard for more than 30 years, is his spiritual sustenance, which is far beyond Zhang Sheng's. Therefore, Zhang Sheng could restrain his desires and absorb Sha Jing to cultivate the palm technique very modestly, but Yuan Hua couldn't do it.

When greed gradually overwhelms reason, the most cautious person will inevitably lead to doom.

Almost all the miners discovered Yuan Hua's anomaly and began to deliberately distance themselves from Yuan Hua.

On this day, when I went to the mine, the mine was full of soldiers with loaded guns and ammunition, and a fierce breath came to my face. It's clear that this is a group of elites who have really seen blood.

"Yuan Hua, come with us! The chief wants to see you!" The two soldiers directly pressed their guns against Yuan Hua's waist, not to invite someone, but to escort the prisoner.

Yuan Hua also noticed that something was wrong and said loudly: "I am a warrant officer and I also have a military rank, what do you want to do?"

An officer, who was also a warrant officer, walked out and glanced at Yuan Hua indifferently: "Either follow us, or execute immediately." You don't have a choice. ”

Yuan Hua's eyes were cold, and he turned around as flexible as an ape.

Smack!

The two veterans of a hundred battles with loaded guns were directly slapped out by Yuan Hua with their palms, and there was no room for resistance.

The two strong soldiers fell to the ground, their chests sunken in a large area, and they were afraid that they would not survive.

"No, I have a third choice, I have trained the iron palm to the peak of the unprecedented limit, and even the bullets under the palms can be slammed away, what can you be me?" Yuan Hua said loudly, and the whole person had turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed into the military formation. Raise your palm and slap a few of the unprepared warriors into the air.

Yuan Hua, who raised a pair of fleshy palms, was like wielding a sledgehammer of hundreds of catties, which was injured and killed if he rubbed it.

At this moment, Yuan Hua no longer has a trace of the past, his originally honest and cautious face is full of arrogance, and the black wind-like figure blows into the crowd, like a big bird with wings spreading and diving.

The warrant officer with the tie had a mocking sneer on his face.

The well-trained soldiers did not show the slightest timidity because of Yuan Hua's strength, and they dispersed one after another in a regular manner.

"Fire!"

The concentration of fire from the submachine guns formed an invisible torrent of bullets, and even an elephant surrounded by such a barrage would be torn to pieces in an instant.

Yuan Hua couldn't avoid such a firepower network at all, he practiced iron palms instead of Ling Bo microsteps. But Yuan Hua, who has practiced the family heirloom iron palm to the realm of the ancients, naturally has his confidence. He didn't have to hide.

Tyre!

With a loud snort and a deep breath, the pair of jade-like palms suddenly became bloodshot and expanded, becoming the size of two fans.

Zhang Sheng recognized that this move was a killing move that Yuan Hua did not pass on to him, and once he heard Yuan Hua vaguely mention it before, called 'Big Grinding Plate'. Agitate qi and blood, expand your hands like a grinding plate, and with a clamp between your hands, the steel will also be ground for you.

This move big grinding disc changed in Yuan Hua's hands, the original killing move turned into a defensive move, and the bullets that were difficult to see with the naked eye were waved in the palm of his hand, and they turned into metal particles under the grinding of his hands.

The miners who hid far away had long been stunned, they had never thought that an ordinary human being, a person who gets along day and night, could be so powerful that it was beyond common sense.

Bang! Bang!

Yuan Hua's whole person was sluggish, like a pigeon that had been hit by an arrow.

His eyes bulged out like dead fish eyes, his originally rejuvenated face was full of hideousness, and there was a hole the size of a fist in the palms of his hands and chest.

The battle ended in the most concise and incredible way possible.

Yuan Hua died, he died cleanly and thoroughly, and he died simply and decisively. He didn't even have time to say a word or two about complaining or sighing.

The soldier in the tall tower in the distance put away the sniper rifle in his hand, his face expressionless, as if he had just killed not a superhuman who had broken through the limits of humanity, but just an ordinary criminal.

At this moment, the shock in Zhang Sheng's heart surpassed everyone.

Although he did not have the excessive self-aggrandizement of Yuan Hua, he also faintly regarded himself as superior because of his iron palm. As long as he has a chance to escape from here, he will return to Xiangjiang and seek revenge on Bao Xiaole.

But reality taught him a vivid lesson.

His kung fu, or Yuan Hua's kung fu, was not enough to withstand modern firearms.

Yuan Hua's body was quickly transported away, and there is no explanation for how it will be disposed of. Many miners speculated that Yuan Hua would definitely be sent to slice and unplan.

Looking at the military helicopter in the distance, Zhang Sheng was inevitably a little sad, but he was silently relieved in his heart. Yuan Hua died, not captured alive, so the possibility of him being found was also minimized.

In the next period of time, Zhang Sheng did not absorb the sand crystals with his iron palm, and he did not hand over too many sand crystals, which was a little more than that of ordinary miners. Some of the external manifestations of the Iron Palm's achievements were deliberately erased by Zhang Sheng, and his palms began to become rough and uneven, and even surging qi and blood all the time, making his palms look a little bigger than others.

This is a typical example of practicing the law and quickly becoming an iron palm.

After Yuan Hua's incident, Zhang Sheng could faintly sense that many people were watching him, and it was no longer just a camera placed in the mine.

He couldn't hide the fact that he learned the Iron Palm from Yuan Hua, but he wasn't sure if he had absorbed Sha Jing.

Sha Jing is Zhang Sheng's capital for revenge, and Zhang Sheng naturally will not give up absorption, but is more cautious and careful. At the same time, it also reminded Zhang Sheng that revenge in the future must not be careless about modern firearms, otherwise he will be shot with a black gun, and no matter how high his martial arts are, it will be in vain.

At the end of the month, according to Zhang Sheng's request, Yan Yu used Zhang Sheng's salary to buy him some medicinal materials for practice.

Fang Yuanhua, the hand-raising medicine that is matched by Iron Palm Gong, taught Zhang Sheng.

What follows are some meaningless images.

Gu Chuanxia sped up the progress of reading.

Soon another three months flew by.

In this mine, time seems to have lost its order, and the flow is very rapid.

Gu Chuanxia became more and more suspicious that the world he was in now was a place that was extremely similar to the dream world he once had. It may be a virtual world, in which the flow of time is changed by the development of the 'plot'.

(To be continued.) )