After I retired from the navy, I became a wife lover

five days later.

In the Blackwater Kendo Hall.

More than a dozen muscular men were holding all kinds of steel rods and hammers, beating a burly and strong man fiercely, and some of them even took the big hammers used for demolition and smashed on the strong man, making loud noises. Muffled.

"Happy! Try harder, harder, harder for me..."

Martin, who was besieged by everyone, shouted loudly, extremely crazy.

It's just that these ten or so muscular men were already sweating profusely, panting, and struggling more and more, and within half a quarter of an hour, they all collapsed to the ground from exhaustion.

"Well, today's training was very enjoyable, you guys rest for half an hour first." Martin ordered.

Everyone was relieved, and many people scrambled away from this expert, their eyes were both horrified and admired.

I have seen fierce ones, but I have never seen such fierce ones. This one is so fierce.

At this moment, the skin of Martin's whole body was flushed red, the blood in his body was surging, his muscles were tense, and the tendons and flesh all over his body were extremely prominent.

When he came to the empty back room, Martin took off his underpants, took out a bottle of golden oil, and began to smear the golden oil on all parts of his body one after another, not even sparing a sharp gun.

Immediately, a chilly and hot feeling swept over every inch of his skin, and his blood couldn't help boiling up, like waves sweeping over the newly tempered muscles and bones.

At the same time, he could directly feel that his skin began to become tougher, and his muscles tensed and trembled as if charged with electricity.

It's a bit embarrassing to say, but it's exciting.

Martin could clearly feel that his body was undergoing extremely obvious changes in strength.

"What a powerful medicine..."

Feeling the boiling blood, he just moved the blood and tensed his muscles, keeping himself in a state of iron, until the hot feeling gradually disappeared, and then he was relieved.

This is also how he figured out the correct usage of the golden oil. Applying the golden oil after practice has a better effect. Same.

"In five days, the golden oil is completely consumed. This kind of super-speed training feels really good, but it's almost meaningless!"

Martin tried to tense his muscles, and suddenly the muscles swelled up, and the blood flowed to the muscles. He could feel the heat all over his body, and his strength seemed to be endless.

He picked up a sharp high-quality fast knife, and then slashed at his swollen arm.

Ding!

In an instant, the knife seemed to be chopped on a hard piece of iron. Due to the excessive force of the swing, the blade was broken into two pieces, not even a single hair was cut off, and the faint white mark disappeared in an instant.

"There is no problem in terms of defense alone. Next, we only need a few more bottles of golden oil to reach the state of iron block Dzogchen." Martin was a little surprised at his hardness, but then he was overjoyed.

This exquisite sharp knife was broken in an instant, which showed that his physical strength was already stronger than steel, and it was estimated that even a good sharp knife could not hurt a single bit.

At the same time, the improvement of the realm of the iron block can also improve one's own blood.

In order to test his strength, he stepped forward and grabbed a large barbell in the room. There were several huge iron plates hanging on this barbell, which was also one of the heaviest barbells here. He raised one hand above his head.

You know, this barbell weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and now he can lift it with one hand, which is stronger than the mighty Overlord of Western Chu.

"It's so easy. I feel that adding another one is not a problem. Does it mean that one hand has a huge force of two thousand catties?"

Swinging the big barbell quite easily, Martin couldn't help but be amazed at his strength.

Using golden oil to increase blood energy will naturally increase strength, but Martin never expected that his strength would increase so quickly. He thought it would be good to increase his strength by a hundred catties, but he guessed that his strength was at least more than a thousand catties, which is obvious. It is much stronger than before.

At this moment, the door outside was pushed open by Django.

When he saw the picture in front of him, he was shocked. His eyes looked at the bottle of "golden oil" in Martin's left hand, and he saw the picture he shouldn't have seen. His eyes were horrified, and he could hardly speak. They're all going to fall to the ground.

"Ahem, what's the matter?"

Martin coughed twice, and immediately put on his underpants.

When he cultivated the iron block to full strength, all his muscles would swell, which looked really disharmonious, and it was enough to dampen any man's self-confidence.

"Brother Martin, I just went to the store manager Xi Luo of the Treasure Weapon Shop, and he said that the price of that golden oil has risen to 10 million Baileys a bottle."

Django faltered, and finally fixed his eyes on the bottle held by the other party's left hand.

You can't be wrong, brother Martin is using a mysterious essential oil to wipe his body.

I heard that after using the golden oil, men can be extremely brave, and they can also be used to practice martial arts. Is this the secret of brother Martin's invulnerability?

However, this thing is too expensive, even he thinks it is expensive.

"It has risen so much? Is this Crowe taking advantage of me?"

Martin curled his lips: "Let's eat first, and I will meet him in person some other day."

When he came to the dining place, he saw many washbasins in front of him. The washbasins were full of meat such as eggs, big meat, fish, chicken legs, etc., as well as several vegetarian dishes and two large buckets of rice.

A group of muscular men waited respectfully for his arrival, and no one dared to eat in advance.

Nodding in satisfaction, Martin sat at the head.

Jiang Ge, who also opened a kendo gym, is actually much richer than Dongxiang Sanmao. I heard that this man has a lot of property under the name of Heishui Town, and his business is stronger than that of the chessboard kendo gym. He often accepts caravan escort missions and also specializes in The organization catches pirates, so the shot is quite generous.

Originally, he thought that the young Django was the kind of person who made his fortune by doing illegal business, but after inquiring, he found out that his parents were serious maritime merchants who were engaged in big business and often commuted to and from Rogue Town. And great sailing, the family has a lot of money.

In other words, this seemingly ruffian swordsman is a rich second generation.

It's just that this Jiang Ge insists on making himself look like a lost youth, learning swordsmanship, raising his subordinates to show off his might, and kicking the gym all day long. I really don't know what this guy thinks.

It can only be said that rich people really know how to play.

However, Django respected himself very much, and he could easily see from the extremely reverent eyes that he seemed to be a god in the other party's eyes.

Jiang Ge took over the job of helping Martin practice Kung Fu, provided Martin with meals, and specially hired a group of strong men to help them practice Kung Fu, which indirectly accelerated the cultivation of the Dzogchen iron block.

Facing the food in front of him, Martin was not polite, and he just let go and ate it. He was so ferocious, he ate more than half of the food in a short time, and when he put down the bowls and chopsticks, the rest dared to follow Start eating.

Under the astonished eyes of the big guy, Martin finished grilling a piece of grilled tuna, another barrel of barbecue meat, and a large piece of ham.

Brother Martin's appetite has increased again, and these few buckets of food seem to be enough for him to squeeze between his teeth.

After eating and drinking enough, Martin was about to take a lunch break when there was a call at the door.

Bang!

The outside door was pushed open, and a blood-stained young man rushed into the kendo hall and shouted at Martin: "Brother Martin, help, the port... a swordsman came to the port, and he has already killed someone!" ...he is known as the evil sword Kudo!"

Evil sword Kudo?

Martin raised his eyelids. He seemed to have heard of this name somewhere, and the other party seemed to be quite famous.

Wait, I remember...

Evil Sword Kudo! That lunatic with a bounty of 28 million Baileys?

He came to dry hair?