Master of Fist

"My lord, do you want to rest?" Seeing her lord suddenly stopped, Zhou Yan who was waiting at the side quickly stepped forward and said respectfully.

These days he lived in fear. He used to be more at ease, and he was very eloquent in the whole Black Tiger Hall, but now that such a big Buddha above his head suddenly dangled in front of him frequently, it can be said that he was very frightened and trembling like walking on thin ice.

Although the other party was very talkative on weekdays, this pressure still made Zhou Yan feel uneasy.

Jiang Heng waved his hand, settled down and continued to practice, holding a spare bow and arrow and began to aim carefully.

Even the backup bow and crossbow has the strength of ten stones. For ordinary people, this is a strength that can only be matched by a good archer.

Whoosh!

The arrow shot directly outside the wall and flew far away without knowing where it fell.

Jiang Heng frowned. He had practiced for a full hour all morning, but he hadn't even hit an arrow, let alone a bull's-eye or even a target.

its not right!

Jiang Heng was skeptical for a while, remembering that when he slew that super Yin Sha, he made every shot right!

Could it be...

Picked up a long gun from the weapon rack next to it, weighed it, aimed again and shot it out, boom!

There was a sound of breaking the wall, and the long gun relentlessly broke through a wall half a meter away from the target, until it broke through a door across the street and disappeared.

Fortunately, it was an accidental injury, the inn opposite is also the property of Heihutang, and now the people in it have also withdrawn.

wrong!

Something is wrong!

Jiang Heng's self-confidence was battered to pieces at this moment, obviously every shot was accurate that day, and he shot several shots in a row, no doubt it was still the same, none of them hit.

This.......

Zhou Yan on the side looked a little toothache, he didn't know what his lord was going to do. This is only a target of 100 meters. For a warrior, he can hit it with his eyes closed. Could it be that the adults are practicing how to avoid the target?

But... is there any deep meaning in practicing this?

Jiang Heng shook his head helplessly, and completely gave up practicing this kind of ghost arrow technique through hard training, and now he finds that he is just following fate! When the time comes to actual combat, just shoot at will, maybe you can hit some, but this serious practice is actually 0% hit rate.

Returning to the quiet room prepared by Zhou Yan in the back room, closing the door, Jiang Heng took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms.

It was the porcelain vase that was filled with the demon's flesh and blood. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and poured out the meat.

"Now that I have fully adapted to the toxins in those five water tanks, I can try it."

Time was running out, so Jiang Heng had no choice but to bite the bullet, and the bad premonition in his heart made him have to speed up the process again.

It was served on a small porcelain plate. Looking at the pieces of meat on the plate, the meat was still very fresh, as if it had just been cut. It had weird meat patterns that were different from ordinary animals, and looked like red and white granite.

He took out a small knife, the knife was jet black, it was a dagger made of black steel, extremely sharp. Carefully cut off a piece of meat with a knife.

Immediately picked it up with the tip of the knife, and put this small piece of shredded meat in the open palm of his right hand.

Zizi!

When the green smoke rose, the palm seemed to be stained with ink, and a purple-black color began to spread around the shredded meat.

Jiang Heng looked at all this with a frown, and the corrosion rate on his palm could be clearly seen, which was dozens of times fuller than it was at the beginning. After four to five breaths, the palm began to fester, exposing the rotten flesh inside, and then the rotten flesh began to turn into black blood, exposing the white bones inside.

A hole the size of an egg appeared in the palm of his hand. Jiang Heng watched silently, his expression not changing at all.

My heart is hot!

Soon!

Soon! It's not far from getting used to it!

Granules began to grow in the places that were quickly corroded, but they were still growing extremely slowly, and they were even slowly collapsing.

Increasing the output of the black balls in the body, the growth rate of the granulation suddenly skyrocketed, but the energy reserves in the body were also being consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After more than ten breaths, the toxin seemed to be unable to resist anymore, and it began to be completely covered by granulation, and the palm of the hand returned to its original state in just one or two breaths.

Feeling the energy in his body, Jiang Heng was a little depressed. This breath consumed nearly 10% of the energy in his body that was not much.

However, the improvement this time is also excellent. After thinking about it, I cut off a small piece. Sure enough, I lasted for more than ten breaths this time without using energy recovery.

"continue!"

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Heng chose to continue to persevere, and the energy was not in vain. There are still some medicinal materials in the Black Tiger Hall, and I think I can replenish a lot by then. And when there is no other way, he absorbs other people's blood and internal energy to replenish.

It won't suck others up like Yin Sha. Many people are powerful, even if each person contributes a little, they can reserve a lot of energy. Jiang Heng will not be merciful at such a critical moment.

As long as we can survive this crisis, what are these things?

It wasn't until nightfall that Jiang Heng gave up. The energy in his body had been replenished several times, consuming nearly 70% of Heihutang's inventory, so there was still a little distance from fully adapting to the toxin. But it has been able to persist for more than 30 interest rates.

"Thirty breaths... that's enough!"

Jiang Heng nodded secretly. Thirty breaths are indeed about the same. For this level of fighting, I believe that every breath is very important. Like the man in armor before, if he didn't have the mentality of killing, he could end the battle with all his strength in two or three breaths. .

At the level of fighting now, it is not as strenuous to deal with a Yin Sha in the past. Thirty breaths are enough to fight back and forth.

After eating the meat that Zhou Yan asked the kitchen to prepare, he ate a full 30 catties of beef before he could feel a little full. Just about to try to improve Fu Hai's palm again. Although Fu Hai has improved a lot, his release speed has only increased to two breaths.

The distance between two breaths is instant, which is not a star and a half.

But at this moment, there was a commotion outside the Heihutang resident.

"What's going on?" Zhou Yan was a little displeased, and smiled at Jiang Heng, then walked away with a cold face.

Jiang Heng didn't take it seriously, but Zhou Yan came quickly and said in a low voice: "My lord, there is a fat man outside the door who said he begged me for protection!"

"Fatty? Your acquaintance?" Jiang Heng was a little displeased, and he still needs to take care of this matter?

"This... This is not true. This person seems to be a member of the Zhenfu Department. He said that he was desperate and wanted to join my Black Tiger Hall to seek asylum!" Zhou Yan hesitated and said a little rough.

"Oh, fat man? Zhenfusi... let him in, I want to see him!"

Hearing this, Zhou Yan nodded, and walked out quickly. After a while, a very familiar fat man was brought in.