The momentum behind Hou Hua condensed into a dark blue skeleton, which was two meters long, with a ferocious face and a terrifying aura. Hou Hua had already escaped from Zhang Jian's aura, held his hands tightly and said excitedly: "Hahaha, this is the power of transforming strength that I have been pursuing for ten years. Little devil, today I want you to taste the feeling of confusion in your body."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hou Hua curled his four fingers and pressed his thumb against the second knuckle of his index finger. The heart of the fist was empty and the monkey fist was in a shape of a monkey fist. The Vajra behind him also clenched his fist and hit his chest heavily, roaring at Zhang Jian. Suddenly, Hou Hua kicked his legs and rolled sideways, clenched his fists forward, and swung countless fists at Zhang Jian's joint. Although the extremely powerful fist force was blocked by Zhang Jian, Hou Hua's punch did not stop. Instead, he punched harder than the other punch under the high fist. The power of the dark blue potion and Hou Hua's blood and energy mixed together, making him whole body

The upper and lower parts seemed particularly dark. The people around were attracted by an invisible temptation and began to gradually become addicted to the boundless darkness created by themselves. Only Old Man Hou Xin and the girl Rong'er around him were isolated by a faint Buddha light and remained awake. Old Man Hou Xin looked at a group of members who were swallowed by the darkness and were forgotten. He shouted loudly. A monkey wearing a cassock appeared behind him burst out a power of subduing demons, dispelling the darkness in their hearts, and all the people were unconscious.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with these people?" Rong'er asked in confusion by holding Hou Zheng, who was also unconscious behind her.

Hou Xin did not answer her question immediately, staring at Hou Hua, a disciple with a dark aura on the field, and was quite hesitant. If he went up to interrupt the competition now, it would not only not be worth the loss, but it would also cause the magic potion to remain in Hou Hua's body, which would be even more troublesome to clean it up at that time.

Zhang Jian mobilized all his blood and energy to condense in the heart of his fist, and suddenly punched Hou Hua with a punch like a meteorite falling from the sky. A sunken fist appeared in Hou Hua's chest, but no blood was leaking out, just like he was hit on rubber. The old man Hou Xin on the side shouted to Zhang Jian: "Boy, his body is now eroded by the demonic potion, and there will be no so-called blood and energy. You can only shoot him out of this state in one breath, otherwise he will burn the flesh and blood of his body to waste you to death."

"Since that's the case, then I'll let my heart out to see if you are the strong demon ape or my heart ape." Zhang Jian pulled the momentum on his body, and even the demonized Hou Hua and the old man Hou Xin on the sidelines were stunned. Are they going to die? When they were surprised, a shocking heartbeat sound came from Zhang Jian's body, and a seemingly small ape was bred from Zhang Jian's heart. When it appeared, everything around seemed particularly quiet, and a fierce and powerful aura scattered from its body. Even the monkey with the Buddha's light on the sidelines had to lower its head. This was a lawless monkey, just like the earth-shaking stone monkey tens of years ago.

"The heart and ape are united, and the tiger subdues the dragon." Since the last awakening, Zhang Jian realized that he could master the second stage of the heart and arrogance. Now he had a beating-resistant Hou Hua in front of him who could test his attack power. It was really good. So Zhang Jian and the heart and a man were united, and an extremely powerful force was blessed in his body. A desire to break all the constraints appeared in his mind, which drove Zhang Jian to jump up suddenly and hit Hou Hua with his hand as a stick. The empty eyes began to appear faint blue fire. Hou Hua was dizzy by Zhang Jian's powerful blow. The skeleton shadow behind him was almost broken, and countless cracks appeared on the skeleton skeleton. After the situation worked, Zhang Jian once again flipped his legs in the air, hitting the skeleton shadow, and suddenly broke it apart. Hou Hua also fainted softly as the phantom disappeared.

Seeing Hou Hua fainted, Zhang Jian did not take any ruthless action. He just left the state of mind and let Old Man Hou Xin go up and carried Hou Hua to the medical room on the third floor. However, the first floor cannot go down now. The ceiling on the first floor is already shaking, and accidentally becomes a dangerous house. It seems that after the Huajin achieves Huajin, ordinary buildings can no longer meet Zhang Jian's needs for fighting. Miss Rong'er, who came down from the third floor, was looking at Zhang Jian up and down with curiosity, her eyes lit up and down as if she saw a rare animal. Zhang Jian was a little furious when she saw her, so she gritted her teeth and asked, "This girl, is there anything you have?"

When Rong'er saw Zhang Jian speaking, she seemed to find a happy toy, and smiled with curved eyebrows and said, "Brother Zhang Jian, my name is Hou Rong, you can also call me Rong'er. You were so amazing when you were fighting just now." While saying that Rong'er was also using her jade hand to gesture in the air, her movements looked very cute.

When Zhang Jian heard this, his face turned slightly red, and he lowered his head and said modestly: "It's okay. That, I'll help you move people to the third floor first. Now the second floor is no longer safe."

Miss Rong'er smiled sweetly, walked up to her arms tightly, held Zhang Jian's arm tightly, pulled Zhang Jian to the stairs on the second floor, and happened to meet the old man Hou Xin who came down from the third floor. The old man saw the intimate look of the two, and nodded as if he suddenly realized, making Zhang Jian embarrassed. The old man coughed a few times, signaling Rong'er to go upstairs to take care of her brothers and leave them some space for communication. Rong'er and the old man were together day and night, naturally understood the old man's hints, and let go reluctantly

Zhang Jian's hand was taken away. She came to the old man with a red face and cursed at the old man: "Bah, I'm disrespectful." When he was not careful, Rong'er gently grabbed the old man's silver beard with her delicate hand. The old man seemed to have been strange to his daughter's behavior, just a white beard, and he didn't secretly drink all the monkey wine he had collected at home like last time. The old man stroked his already sparse white beard and sighed in his heart that it was nothing but a thing!

"Little brother, your state was just now, right?" Old Man Hou Xin asked Zhang Jian with a smile.

Zhang Jian had nothing to hide. After all, it was easy to know and difficult to do. Almost all martial artists could not see the strange power hidden in their **, so they admitted it calmly.

"Then you are the Zhang Jian, the one mentioned by Wu Mingjia. A good young man. He is a master of magic power at a young age. He is much better than those martial arts families who are always fucking and sects." He grabbed Zhang Jian's hand and began to complain about the current martial arts families and martial arts sects: "Boy Zhang, do you know that this generation of the descendants of the Misty Fist Family in the South Hong Kong Hong Kong is going to enter the film and television industry, saying that they want to be Jackie Chan. And the guys from the South China Sea Sword Sect are now doing real estate in Hainan Special Administrative Region. There are very few disciples who can stay in the resident to practice. And..."

At first, Zhang Jian felt warm after hearing Lao Wu's anger for Hou Xin, but when he heard that the old man was about to start chatting continuously, Zhang Jian quickly interrupted him. Once he continued, Zhang Jian felt that he would not even think about going home today, after all, the road was still quite far.

"When people get old, they are talking too." The old man was not angry, but just smiled and said with emotion.

"What is the magic potion?" Although Zhang Jian was in a competition just now, he was still distracted and heard the old man's exclamation.

Hearing the words "Demon Spirit Potion", the old man was stunned at first, frowned as if he was thinking about something important, and finally sighed and said, "My disciple is not your opponent even if he uses the Demon Spirit Potion. He wasted more than ten years of pursuit, but he still failed in a complete defeat."

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