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Sandbridge Community.

In a residential building.

Wood persisted for another whole day. Because of the hot weather and the severe infection of the wound, he felt that he could not breathe, and his whole person was enveloped by a breath of death.

"Am I going to die?"

Wood was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He should have stayed in Chucheng with peace of mind to be his rich young master, but instead he followed Huang Xue to Linxian City because he wanted to have some fun and excitement. Now he encountered zombies again, and his brother was beaten to death, and his wounds were still there. No one cares about the pus.

Is this God going to punish him?

While muttering, a faint female voice sounded again.

"How about it, have you thought about it?"

"Is it you?" Listening to the familiar voice, Wood's dazed eyes regained clarity for a moment, but he no longer had the strength to turn his head, so he could only lie on his back and open his mouth weakly.

The person coming was none other than Huang Xue.

She looked at Wood condescendingly and said without any expression on her face: "You are going to die soon."

"Yeah, I'm going to die." Wood sighed with gloomy eyes. He didn't think he could survive.

"So have you figured it out?" Huang Xue asked again.

Wood laughed at himself and said: "So what if you want to understand? I'm already like this, can you save me?"

Huang Xue said: "Then how do you think I stand here talking to you?"

"Yes, your entire arm is broken. Why can you stand up?" Wood's eyes lit up with a glimmer.

Huang Xue said: "I have my own way. Now you only have one chance. As long as you open your mouth, I will immediately restore you to your original state."

"Can you...save me?" Wood's eyes brightened even more, his face trembling a little.

"I don't want to repeat meaningless nonsense with you." Huang Xue said impatiently.

When a person is on the edge of a cliff, his desire for life will be extremely strong. Woodburn was a dying man, and his belief in life made him say without any hesitation: "I... I promise you, as long as you can make me recover, From now on, the Wu family and I, Wood, will always follow Huang Xue’s lead.”

After saying that, he looked at Huang Xue pleadingly.

"Okay!" Huang Xue nodded with satisfaction, took out a gray crystal, and stuffed it into the other person's mouth under Wood's puzzled gaze. At the same time, he thought to himself: "As for success or failure, everything depends on fate."

"What on earth did you... give me to eat?"

After swallowing the object, as soon as Wood asked the question, his face suddenly turned pale. He felt as if his body was crawled by thousands of ants, and it was so itchy that he felt worse than death. This feeling lasted for more than a minute.

Just when Wood couldn't hold on any longer, a powerful warm current surged up in his body. This warm current rose from his lower abdomen and then flowed along his limbs. Granulation sprouts began to grow in the originally necrotic areas, and the originally shriveled muscles began to grow. The balloon generally inflates.

Three minutes later.

"Is this what power feels like?"

Wood took a deep breath of air intoxicated, stood up from the bed, looked at Huang Xue in front of him with burning eyes and smiled evilly: "My little baby, how can I thank you?"

As he said that, he hugged the other person's waist, put his head to the side and sucked the air next to his ears, and his other hand roamed around the back unscrupulously.

Snap——

Huang Xue slapped the other person's hand away, took a step back, and said with disgust on his face: "Do what you promised."

"It's natural." Wood didn't feel dissatisfied with Huang Xue's actions. Instead, he got closer and even put one hand into the other person's collar. He exhaled a breath of hot breath and whispered: "As my fiancée, I need to advance in advance." Exercise your power as a husband."

"I need it very much now."

As soon as the words fell, the dishonest hand used a little force.

Huang Xue snorted coldly and let the other party do what he did. His voice was cold and mixed with ridicule: "Even if I am willing, can you do it?"

"What do you mean?" Wood's expression suddenly changed.

Ever since Xiao Wu was shot dead by Jiang Cheng, he has been extremely sensitive to this kind of topic. Especially when Huang Xue said it, he felt that he had been greatly humiliated and pressed harder with his hands.

"Literally." Huang Xue squeezed Wood's hand and gently pulled it out, saying: "And your hand makes me very boring."

After saying that, he turned around and said: "I advise you to think about what we should do in Linxian City."

"Me, boring?"

Until Huang Xue left, Wood's ears still echoed with these words. He only felt a huge anger surge from his chest, and his body also expanded to three meters at this moment.

"Huang Xue, you are so fucking boring!"

…

at the same time.

After dinner.

Several people gathered in the gym again.

Father Yang explained: "Yesterday, we already talked about the breathing method and Qi control method in the Naqi method, and today, what I want to teach you is my unique skill "Hard Qigong"."

Hard Qigong?

Jiang Cheng was stunned again.

Needless to say, the names of the exercises this old man learned are really down to earth.

The name Hard Qigong is not unfamiliar to him, it can even be said that he is very familiar with it.

I remember when he was in junior high school, he had a physical education teacher who knew how to do hard qigong. It took at least a minute of luck before performing it, and then he had to smash bricks with his head, slap nails with his palms, and stop the high-power rotating iron fan with his fingers.

And in order to prove that his kung fu is real, the teacher also took a photo with kung fu superstar Li Xiaolong.

But even if it were true, would he really be allowed to hit his head against a brick and show off his luck for a minute before using it?

I'm afraid that before his luck was over, he would have run hundreds of meters away.

However, Jiang Cheng did not express his doubts.

Last time, the old man spoke like this and slapped him hard in the face. Now Jiang Cheng wanted to see the difference between the old man's hard qigong and the physical education teacher's.

"Are you curious about the function of hard qigong?" Father Yang said mysteriously.

Jiang Cheng nodded cooperatively and said, "Yeah, I'm very curious."

Dad Yang listened and immediately laughed and said: "Okay, since you are curious, I will show you a show today."

"You guys take three steps back first."

The three of them retreated obediently, leaving a clear space for Father Yang.

Father Yang nodded with satisfaction, strode to the middle of the open space, then slowly closed his eyes, clasped his palms on his chest, then opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, Yang's eyes widened instantly, and the surrounding air began to flow rapidly, forming a small whirlwind.

The hair of Jiang Cheng and the other two people was blown away in all directions, but their eyes remained focused.

The cyclone around Father Yang grew bigger and bigger, and the air flow continued to be sucked in from his mouth. The originally dry and thin body began to expand rapidly in the next second.

"Is this fucking hard qigong?"

Jiang Cheng shouted out loud.

Lin Rou and Liu Xinru were also surprised.

Yesterday's Qigong technique made them marvel, but now the hard Qigong technique can directly change a person's body shape.

I saw.

Father Yang, who was originally only about 1.6 meters tall, suddenly jumped to 2 meters tall. Not only that, the clothes on his body were torn apart because of the explosive muscles.

As soon as Father Yang stood there, Jiang Cheng and the others felt a great sense of oppression.

When the luck was over, Father Yang was very satisfied with everyone's expressions, and then proudly shouted to Jiang Cheng: "You kid, are you going to try to punch me now?"

"Old man, are you sure?" Jiang Cheng said in disbelief.

Father Yang said confidently: "I'll beat you if I tell you."

"Okay!" Jiang Cheng responded, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

You know, his current strength is as high as 1,770 kilograms, plus 0.1 spirituality, and with one-tenth of the burst damage, his punch can hit almost 2,000 kilograms, which is one ton.

What is the concept of one ton?

The explosive force of a wild Siberian tiger's palm is one ton, which can directly smash human bones to pieces.

In other words, next, Old Man Yang will bear the palm force equivalent to that of a wild Siberian tiger.

"Old man, are you ready?"

"Do you still have a chance to regret it?"

"Otherwise I will take action!"

Jiang Cheng reminded him repeatedly.

Father Yang said impatiently: "I'll beat you if I ask you to. You'll be just like a bitch when you're whining."

"good!"

Jiang Cheng was not polite and walked directly in front of Father Yang, then stepped forward, bent his arms to gather strength, then pressed his toes, and used his waist to exert force, punched out with his hand, and shouted: "Old man, be careful!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just come!" Father Yang said equally loudly.

Jiang Cheng threw out a punch, mixed with the sound of breaking through the air, and hit Yang Yang directly in the abdomen.

Bang——