Master of Fist

"Cheer up my spirits!"

Zhang Fu yelled at all the friends under his command.

Since that night, Zhang Fu has been reused, and his actual combat has improved the fastest among this group of children. The key is that Zhang Fu is diligent and willing to learn.

Moreover, his temperament is very suitable for Jiang Heng's appetite. If he aims at one thing, he will develop it with all his strength.

Now he has even started to let a group of third-grade ultimate friends help him temper his bones. Every day in the Black Tiger Hall school grounds, a group of panting brats with blunt weapons in their hands can often be seen smashing at Zhang Fu.

It was also thanks to Jiang Heng sending him a wave of energy from time to time, otherwise his recovery efficiency would have been much slower by relying on himself alone. But Zhang Fu's efforts did not disappoint Jiang Heng. If he ignored his inner energy, he could fight the ordinary fourth-rank level without temper with pure energy.

As for the breathing method, Jiang Heng also took the time to tell him some tricks, but it is obvious that this cannot be learned overnight.

The night is a bit cool, and now it's autumn. The Canglang River is near Cangzhou City. The river wind is strong on weekdays, and it's even bitingly cold at night.

However, a group of three-tier ultimate little ghosts are still dressed relatively neatly. Under Zhang Fu's leadership, they seem to have become the most energetic patrol team in the Black Tiger Hall.

"Be careful!"

Zhang Fu looked at some other patrolling guards nearby, and frowned slightly to remind his companions behind him.

Although the guards of the Black Tiger Hall looked airtight, Zhang Fu who was inside was obviously listless, and some of them were even chatting about the woman Shui Ling, without vigilance at all.

This made Zhang Fu vaguely feel bad, and Zhang Fu was slightly relieved after patrolling back and forth, but fortunately, nothing happened yet.

"Hey, you dolls, come in and warm up by the fire. It's freezing cold, and you little dolls are still wandering around outside in such little clothes!"

In a miscellaneous room where they were temporarily resting, an old man from Heihutang reminded him aloud.

He is also kind to persuade, seeing these children for a long time, and he also feels very fond of these children, the key to being willing to endure hardship is that he is also very dedicated.

Zhang Fu nodded when he heard the words. The night patrol does not always need to be patrolled. Usually, when the team is resting, another team will take over. Heihutang now has several inspection teams, which come in rotation with each other.

A group of children entered the house and sat around the fire to warm up. Looking at the old man with a gray beard who was older than his father, they all politely called grandpa, which made the old man laugh from ear to ear.

"Haha, you baby mouths are very sweet, and there is nothing good to come to the old man. Eat some peanuts, and here is some rice wine. Do you want some to drive away the cold?"

The old man took out a dirty plate full of peanuts from behind, and at the same time took out a pot of rice wine and said with a smile.

Several children shook their heads, just ate happily while grabbing a handful of peanuts, and began to chat about some recent interesting things.

On the contrary, Zhang Fu snatched the rice wine from the old man's hand and took a few sips. The old man was a little surprised, but he was also amazed at the unchanging expression of the little baby in front of him.

Zhang Fu didn't think so, this rice wine was much weaker than the medicinal wine his uncle made for him a few days ago. His drinking capacity has also soared in a straight line, stronger than some adults.

Since Zhang Fu joined Jiang Heng's command these days, the situation at home has also improved.

The originally poor life of uncle and aunt began to become rich. At the beginning, every time Zhang Fu went home, his aunt hid some rewards that Zhang Fu brought back from time to time like a miser. He only kept a little for living expenses, saying it was to save money for Zhang Fu to marry his wife.

Zhang Fu tried to persuade him at first, but his aunt refused. It is said that these days are finally getting better, but you can't be extravagant, and you have to plan carefully for every stitch and thread.

If you can't help it, you can't help it. But after that night, she got a full reward of one hundred taels, and now my aunt finally didn't plan so carefully anymore.

At the beginning, he bought a few bolts of cloth for Zhang Fu to make new clothes, saying that he could not embarrass his boss by working outside. In fact, Zhang Fu also said that people will send out new clothes.

As for my uncle, because of the recent turmoil in the city, he didn't go out to work at all, but went to the pharmacy to wander around and inquire about some nourishing prescriptions. It is said that it is for Zhang Fu, but what this gang sells is strength and life, and the more tonics, the stronger the body and bones, the safer.

Shaking his head, Zhang Fu recovered from his thoughts, only feeling warm in his heart.

After chatting with the old man who was drinking, Zhang Fu wanted to go out to get some water, but as soon as he went out, his figure paused, and he frowned slightly as he looked into the distance.

But at some point, there was a fat official with a pot belly in an official robe standing in the courtyard. Appearing here in such a suit seemed extremely abrupt, and those patrolling people hadn't even reacted, as if this person had just appeared here silently.

Who is this person?

In addition to doubts in Zhang Fu's heart, he was more vigilant. He was not practicing hard every day in this Black Tiger Hall these days, and he often heard some weird things from some experienced people in the hall on weekdays.

It can even be said that in the past, his uncle and aunt often reminded him not to go out at night, saying that it is easy to encounter strange things that cost his life, and those are tricky things that only the master of Zhen Fusi can handle.

But as he followed that Master Jiang, he knew more, he knew Yinsha, he knew demons!

This is the enemy? Or Yinsha? or...

"Who are you!"

Zhang Fu said in a loud voice without hesitation. This call was quite loud, and instantly caused some patrolling guards to cast their gazes over.

He was warning everyone first, otherwise if the situation of that night really happened to be a warning to everyone, there would be no chance.

This loud shout also attracted the attention of the fat official, and he slowly turned his head around.

Zhang Fu tightly held the blade at his waist, but the next moment he felt a strong wind coming towards his face.

Zhang Fu was terrified, the official, who was tens of meters away, had appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, at this moment, Zhang Fu drew out his knife without any hesitation, and his blood was surging.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound, and the wrist was tightly pinched by a big hand, motionless.

"The blood is very strong, but it should not be you!"

Seeing Master Guan sniffing at him, Zhang Fu felt a chill run down his back, and a hot air gushed out suddenly with his left fist clenched.

"Blood Fiend!"

This trick of Xuesha was also taught by Master Jiang. Although it is just a beginner, it can be regarded as one of the few methods Zhang Fu has today.

The fist hit firmly on the seemingly soft belly of the official in front of him, but the feeling of punching out was not always the same.

I just feel as if I hit an extremely hard copper wall and iron wall, and even the force of the counter-shock is fed back.

"Crack!"

Zhang Fu snorted, only to feel that the joints of his wrist had been split. His current skeleton is only good enough to temper the third piece of the spine, and it is far from reaching the point of tempering the bones of the hands.

What's more, Jiang Heng didn't have the conditions that allowed him to practice without limit and continuously. Naturally, he had never practiced martial arts such as punching fists.

"It's interesting, Qi and blood is much better than other people here."

Master Guan pinched Zhang Fu's wrist, but he didn't see how hard he was, but with a slight twist, Zhang Fu's face was instantly pale, his arms were directly pinched into twists, and the bones inside exploded inch by inch.