Chapter 64: Infiltrating into the enemy's belly (5)

"At that time, he was stimulated by the old patriarch's potential. I thought it would be left alone later. Two months ago, he was still a middle-level internal strength. His fifteen-year-old aura is similar to ours now."

Yan Zhili explained to the other two, they both showed strange colors.

"We must deal with it seriously." Yuan Xian said.

Humph, it's too late to regret it now.

Yan Zhili took a step, but he clasped his fists to me and apologized, "I really don't deserve to teach you. Only the Golden Pills like my master are worthy of teaching you. Just your perseverance after the initiation of the old patriarch is worthy of our admiration. Your talent is far more than us."

I rubbed my fists, but I didn't listen to soft words.

"The master has passed away, no one can teach you. The three of us had to bet on our lives and let you grow in actual combat with the intention of killing. You are the hope of Shunshui Town in the future. Such a top student should endure the cruelest temper."

The other two were restrained and looked at me seriously, as if they were looking at my portrait.

It seems to be a bit too far?

My throat is a little dry.

"call!"

Bajiquan punched the brain with one punch, and blood spurted out from my temples.

I took out the afterimage and narrowly avoided it, but the opportunity was gone.

I jumped three times in a row and retreated. Yan Zhili's fist shadow did not disappear, and the new fist followed him. He stepped forward in a straight line with his fight, and he became more and more fierce and faster. After a few breaths, I was forced to the edge of the deck and had no choice but to jump into the sea.

Others are extremely tall, like a wall covering all directions. The arms are very long, and before I could make close movements, his fist had hit my face and vital points, forcing me to be rescued by the rush to defend the things I must save.

I have only vitality, but I cannot use it calmly; I only have martial arts, but I can only dodge.

The fist that was added to the extreme speed was terrifyingly like a thousand pounds of hammers, and it was no longer a flesh-and-blooded body that could be hard to hit.

I can't even block it.

This situation seems like I was fighting against the foundation building of the natives at that time, but I was the one who lacked energy and had a brain at that time. Now the character is changing position, and Yan Zhili is shining with martial arts wisdom. His martial arts skills are beyond the reach of the natives. Yan Zhili's boxing skills and talents are integrated, and Bajiquan and tall body are perfectly matched.

I felt that Yan Zhili's murderous intent had no malice or compassion, and it was purely a martial arts murderous intent to kill his opponent.

I still owe the last punch to the headshot, I will die of frustration.

If you don’t realize the truth, you will die.

Should I use a secret weapon?

No, this is the training of martial arts, not that desperate yet.

My bones moved, and my muscles were compressed to the extreme desperately. The surface of my thighs rose a little. In fact, all the energy was poured into my feet.

The man was several inches shorter.

Bone shrinkage surgery.

"Pass!"

The air was blown up. That was where my head should have been.

Yan Zhili's half foot stepped outside the deck, and the center of gravity remained on the unstepped foot.

"Have people turned into the sea?"

He looked down at a footprint I left on the deck that was stuck in the steel plate.

"careful!"

"Crack!"

Yan Zhili's leg, standing on the deck, was completely broken.

My whole body weighed on the joint where he stood on his legs, and I attached a "strong" elbow strike.

He was knocked into the sea by me.

First, he shrank his bones and avoided the dead punch. Then he used his "hard" leg to make a quick bounce at subsonic speed, and then he made a decisive impact after he stepped on the air.

Yuanxian threw down a rope and fished Yan Zhili, who had broken leg, up.

"If you hit his lumbar spine, the fourth senior brother will die."

Murong Zhi delivered the best golden spear medicine to the three of them. After two or three days, Yan Zhili's leg injury could recover as before.

"kindness."

I couldn't tell whether she was complaining about my soft-heartedness or praising me for being magnanimous.

Anyway, I was busy massaging myself with soreness in my waist and back, and recovering my muscles and bones in my original state.

The energy at the lower level of foundation building has undergone a qualitative leap, but advanced techniques like bone shrinking can only be mastered at the middle level. Yan Zhili's Bajiquan will make his arms grow several inches at the moment of hitting, which inspired me to hastily create a way to temporarily compress the bones of the whole body and expand the muscles of the thighs.

But it was the first time after all. In addition to certain physical damage, the side effects also had an indelible feeling of fatigue.

"Middle-level foundation building?"

Yan Zhili's cold sweat was pouring down when applying the medicine. His original clothes were also soaked in the ice water of late autumn, but he held back the pain and his eyes were filled with the bright colors, "Ha, I really underestimated you."

"Well, I have made a lot of progress under the pressure. I have even learned to stretch and retract skeletal muscles in actual combat." Lu Kewu ran over and massaged me with his own hands. His palms were very wide, and the tiger claws made the cat soft and soft, which was much better than my massage.

"Thank you." I said sincerely.

"It's okay. Hurry up, let's fight quickly. How about giving you a feeling of recovering 70% of your muscles?"

"Why not all or 90% of them?"

I bargained and asked, in fact, it is impossible to recover all in such a short period of time. What I asked for was 80% or 90% of recovery.

"Hey, we are still enemies now. How can we help the enemy recover all their health? This massage is just a reward for your performance just now."

This is true. We haven't finished fighting yet. We almost forgot that we are enemies.

"Since you are a middle-level foundation building, your requirements should be stricter."

Yuan Xian put on the defensive posture of the Spirit Snake Fist, "I'll have a rest in a quarter of an hour, boy, let's continue."

It’s so hard for a person to deal with Yuanxian. Should we free up more energy?

I understand that the so-called strict requirements are their wheel battle against me. In this process, one-third of the vitality I emit is constantly consumed. If I win one, the other party can reward me with some recovery time, but overall my vitality is getting weaker and weaker.

At present, my level of foundation building has been exposed, and my energy has been weakened to four-fifths of the Yuan limit. No, it is three-quarters of his normal reason. Warriors should retain part of their energy as a preparation, and some of his energy has not flowed out.

I was fearless and released all one-third of the anger I had prepared to use. I was exposed to my eyes. This was a manifestation of my lack of experience.

What's even more terrible is that I am familiar with the Bajiquan who is straight in. I only have a little contact with the Spirit Snake Fist. I hate dealing with the twisted fist the most. It will slowly polish my vitality.

So, I put on the starting style of the Dragon Subduing Palm "Kanglong has regrets"

Except for Murong Zhi, their hearts were shocked from other people's expressions.

Because this is Wang Qinian's direct martial arts.

None of them mastered the essence.

"Why are you?" Yan Zhili shouted out first.

"The master once intended to accept my younger brother as his disciple, but unfortunately the master was killed by Aung San Baoyan later and did not have time to formally teach the disciple. Because there was no formal teacher, I will not inform you of the existence of this junior brother outside the sect."

Murong Zhi made a sentence indifferently.

"You referee is not honest!" Lu Kewu laughed.

"If you inform me, the senior brothers will be ruthless to my younger brother."

She smiled.

"Very good, very good. Such a genius deserves to be our junior brother."

Yuan Xian pressed his eyes to me, "But the impure Dragon Subduing Palm cannot beat the Spirit Snake Fist, I want to remind you."

"First, the Dragon Subduing Palm was won by Wang Qinian and I on a bet! Second, so I won't call you senior brothers. Third, I want to hit you one by one."
Chapter completed!