Dad! Love My Daughter To Death

Liu Zhengyang slowly disappeared the demonic energy that entered his body, and then restrained his strength.

The radiance that pervaded his left arm disappeared.

Apart from the peculiar luster on the skin on his left arm, proving that his physique has become stronger, there is no other change.

Then, he was in the mood to recall what Zhong Qinglei just said.

Indeed, if you want an immortal and demon cultivator, you must have both the immortal energy and the demonic energy sourced from you, and then you can temper your body under the combined effect of the immortal energy and the demonic energy, and make yourself stronger. Always expecting to find a magician to help you?

Even if a demon cultivator is willing, the demonic energy from outside the body cannot be compared to Liu Zhengyang's immortal energy.

Besides, when Liu Zhengyang's strength improves in the future, where will he find a magic cultivator of the same realm?

Qi Tianfang looked at Liu Zhengyang's left arm, his eyes full of surprise, and then he didn't know where to go, and suddenly asked, "Sect Master, do you want to test how strong your left arm has become?"

"What? How do you want to try?" Liu Zhengyang asked curiously.

Qi Tianfang suggested, "Let me try to attack?"

Liu Zhengyang stared at Qi Tianfang and did not agree immediately.

Because he was a little doubtful that Qi Tianfang was trying to find an excuse to hit him on purpose.

But looking at his eyes full of anticipation, it is not the same.

"If you want to try it, try it." Liu Zhengyang gathered up his strength and showed his left arm, ready to attack.

Qi Tianfang was also unequivocal, and when he was full of strength, he punched Liu Zhengyang's forearm heavily.

Clang!

It was very strange that when Qi Tianfang hit Liu Zhengyang, the sound he made was very different from the usual collision of fists and feet. Instead, it was a bit like being attacked by monster scales and armor. And Liu Zhengyang, who was supposed to be in pain, felt almost no pain, just like being stared at by a mosquito.

You must know that even if the strength gap between Liu Zhengyang and Qi Tianfang is very large, it is difficult to resist the attack with flesh and blood after removing the body protection.

He didn't feel pain because of this, which was enough to explain the problem.

What's even more outrageous is that Qi Tianfang's expression changed as the attacker, and he quickly retracted his fist and kept shaking his fist, as if he was scalded.

"Pain Pain Pain!" Qi Tianfang said with tears in his eyes: "Sect Master, is your body made of iron? Why did it suddenly become so hard? Even a fellow immortal and demon cultivator can't make such great progress, right? It hurts me to death. It's gone!"

Xiao Duomi looked at Liu Zhengyang's arm curiously, and then objected to Qi Tianfang's statement: "Xiao Fang, you are wrong, how can ordinary iron withstand your attack? Therefore, my father's body should be stronger than iron. It has to be many times stronger.”

"Elder Sister, are you making fun of me like this?" Qi Tianfang was speechless.

After a pause, he said with a look of longing: "Sect Master, you are right, although it looks painful when you practice, but if you go down this road, you will definitely be invincible at the same level. Even if there are more monks of the same realm besieging you, don't even think about hurting you."

"No, it doesn't look painful, it's really painful." Liu Zhengyang shook his head, and then asked solemnly: "Zhong Qinglei, you said that I should find a way to cultivate demonic energy, but how should I cultivate it? Looking for a magic way to practice?"

At the same time, Zhong Qinglei was relieved.

He stood up slowly, hesitated for a long time, and then said in pain, "That's it, anyway, I've been researching for so many years and I haven't made any progress, so I'll let you guys take a chance."