Mixed martial arts: Others practice martial arts while I cultivate immortality

After saying that, Wu Chong raised his hand and slashed the wall next to him.

The huge force repulsed, and the arm went numb.

The knife struck the wall as if it had struck an alloy steel plate, not even leaving a trace. This situation was abnormal no matter how you looked at it.

"Brute force will definitely not work. You need to change your way of thinking. Don't treat them as living things."

Xu Zhou told him the method he knew.

"To deal with them, ordinary martial arts are difficult to be effective. The only way is to use 'similar people'."

"similar?"

"These pollutants are like evil things that have been corroded by high-level beings. It is difficult for us ordinary people to break through this boundary with the power we ordinary people have."

Xu Zhou said.

This is actually easy to understand, it is a power gap.

Whether they are pollutants or night monsters, they can be regarded as corrosive bodies of high-level beings. Their essence is no longer on the human level.

One is the power inside the painting, and the other is the power outside the painting.

This is the essential difference between humans and these pollutants.

"Isn't this thing a ghost? Since it is a ghost, it must have been transformed after the death of someone with grievances. This old guy didn't know how much grievances he had accumulated during his lifetime, and he turned into such a terrifying thing."

Er Mazi was trembling, and he noticed that the 'old shopkeeper' holding the oil lamp was struggling more obviously, and he guessed that he was about to get out of trouble.

Now that they are alive, they rely entirely on the power of Xu Zhou's strange sword to influence each other. If the monster is allowed to escape again, Xu Zhou will definitely not be able to protect him in this state, so he can't help but become anxious.

"Hey! Ghost."

This time Xu Zhou didn't even bother to talk to Er Mazi.

He finally figured out that among this group of bandits, the leader was the only one who was somewhat capable.

other people.

Just trash waiting to die.

"What does homogeneous mean?"

Wu Chong asked, and the evil thing that turned into the old shopkeeper moved twice more.

"You practice demon skills, right?"

This was the main reason why Xu Zhou was talking nonsense for a long time.

Because he sensed similar power in Wu Chong's body, only demon power was possible to deal with pollutants. He was seriously injured now, and the only hope he had was the bandit leader who had some demonic aura about him.

"Demon power?"

"you do not know?"

Xu Zhou was a little surprised.

It stands to reason that such a precious skill as demon power cannot be accessed without some energy behind it. However, he was not in the mood to get to the bottom of it now. Seeing that Wu Chong didn't know, he explained it carefully.

In this world, demon arts did not exist in the beginning.

In the beginning, it was just a simple world of martial arts, until one day a huge change occurred. The world suddenly has two things: night monsters and pollutants. In order to survive, some smart people learned these two things and improved their martial arts. This is the origin of the original demon skills.

"I practice Aoki Kung Fu."

"It can't be Aoki Kung Fu. I don't know how powerful ordinary internal kung fu is? What you practice is demon kung fu. This aura is unmistakable."

Xu Zhou said with certainty.

"Demon Kung Fu is a special internal skill modified by humans to imitate night demons. Only people with our physique can practice it. Ordinary people who practice it are seeking death!"

Ordinary people can’t practice?

Wu Chong was shocked, but he quickly reacted. This restriction should not exist for him.

There should be no so-called constitution in his body, but there is no "panel". In front of the panel, all physical qualifications and so on are just clouds. As long as he has enough experience, he can add the iron cloth shirt into the golden body of Buddha.

"See this old man?"

"Do you think he's stupid?"

Xu Zhou pointed at the trapped old shopkeeper, and the oil lamp began to flicker again.

"Pollutants are no better than night monsters. Before they changed, they were just dead things. Since they are dead things, they don't have the thinking that life has, and all the rules of conduct are very rigid."

"stiff."

Wu Chong looked at the trapped old shopkeeper, recalled the previous actions he had taken, and made a rough guess.

"Don't think of it as a living thing. If you look at it from another angle, you will find that it is actually very similar to a puppet. It will only act according to its own behavior. It has no fear and no thoughts. It only has established behavior."

Established procedure?

Such an idea came into Wu Chong's mind.

Contaminants are definitely not programs, because programs are not lethal.

"It's actually very simple to deal with this kind of thing. You just need to disrupt his established behavior to make him pause. This is what I did before."

At this point Wu Chong understood.

The power that can invade pollutants and destroy the logic of his actions is demon power.

Only homogeneous forces will not be excluded.

"Block?"

"That's a good word to use."

Xu Zhou was very satisfied. Talking to smart people would save trouble.

"No matter what form of pollutant it is, one of its core rules is diffusion and phagocytosis. In addition, it is their unique rule. I once met a pollutant before, and his actions The logic is smell. As long as you have the smell of sweat on your body, it will attack you. The limited range is ten meters. I found its rules, so I jumped into the river and escaped."

"So what you have to do now is to stop this old guy from cooking."

"Can we only prevent it? Is there no simple way to solve the problem? For example, directly kill these pollutants."

"Can't be killed..."

Xu Zhou shook his head.

Wu Chong was disappointed.

This answer made him feel not very satisfied.

Not being able to solve it once and for all means there are dangers everywhere. Thinking about the gangs and the imperial court in this world, this method is definitely not possible, otherwise the power will not be maintained. Those people must be aware of the power he has not yet mastered. But judging from the information I have come across now, I guess that’s it.

This Xu Zhou is probably not a big shot, and he only knows so much information.

"Last question, how do you know that I practice demon skills?"

"You can tell."

Xu Zhou pointed at his eyes and said.

"Because we are the same kind."

"similar?"

Wu Chong frowned, he didn't feel any difference in himself.

If Xu Zhou didn't lie to him, it means that since he started practicing demon skills, there have been some changes in him that even he himself doesn't know about.

Can not control.

This is what Wu Chong dislikes the most.

"In a dark environment, people can always find the place with light first. You are in this state for me now."

"How to do it?"

Wu Chong gave up the idea of ​​talking nonsense with Xu Zhou, and the oil lamp beat faster and faster. If he didn't solve it, this guy would probably wake up.

"Put the demon power into the palm of your hand and crush the wick."

As he finished speaking, Wu Chong's eyes fell on the oil lamp.

Boom!

At this moment, the 'old shopkeeper' who had been silent all this time suddenly trembled. The oil lamp in his hand shrank suddenly, and the light suddenly disappeared.