Modern Immortality: My Gain Takes Effect A Hundred Times

Zhao Wumian's fists and feet were moving, causing bursts of explosions in the water.

Just like the older generation frying fish in the 1960s and 1970s, there were muffled sounds and splashes of water, as if there was a symphony under the water.

"Sure enough, you have entered the Ming Dynasty. Otherwise, no matter how strong you are, you will not be able to make a sound underwater."

Kong Lingkui had been staring at Zhao Wumian intently, and saw that it was exactly what he thought.

Zhao Wumian has really broken through Ming Jin, which is really embarrassing.

"Now I can make explosive noises in such viscous water, but if I'm on the shore, can I break a bamboo?"

Zhao Wumian has almost realized it, and his proficiency in Wen Sheng Quan has also been greatly improved, reaching two hundred and forty points, further enhancing Zhao Wumian's strength.

Zhao Wumian popped his head out of the water, smiled sheepishly at Kong Lingkui, and said a little shyly.

"Uncle, please go and get some clothes for me, otherwise it would be really immoral for me to come up naked like this."

"Do you know that this is immoral? Haha, I'll go first and be back soon."

After Kong Lingkui finished teasing Zhao Wumian, he left the bamboo forest where Shenglong Pond was located and went to get clothes for Zhao Wumian.

To get to the bamboo forest where Zhao Wumian is located, you need to pass three checkpoints and then walk a long path to reach Shenglong Pond.

Therefore, Zhao Wumian didn't have to worry about anyone coming over, so he couldn't help but got out of the water.

Then he walked barefoot towards the way he came. As early as when he came here, Zhao Wumian found a bamboo that he particularly wanted to hit.

The bamboo tree grew in the middle of the road and was only as wide as a baby's hand.

Zhao Wumian came to the bamboo and rubbed the hardness a little.

Then he punched him directly. This punch did not use dark energy.

But with twice the strength of an adult, the bamboo was still crumbling.

Like a tree suffering in a storm, it will fall to the ground and be uprooted in the next moment.

Zhao Wumian already knew his own strength, so he waited for the bamboo to stop shaking and continued the strength test.

Zhao Wumian saw that he could hit the bamboo with a single blow, and the bamboo was crumbling, and he could definitely break it with one blow using the Wen Sheng Fist, so he stopped attacking purely with strength.

Instead, an index finger from deep inside mobilized Hunyuan's strength and struck the emerald-green body of Lai Bamboo with a light but heavy movement.

Zhao Wumian's bat was like a baseball bat. The moment it hit the bamboo, the bamboo broke and exploded.

Scattered bamboo shavings covered the area around Zhao Wumian's feet. The upper part of the bamboo flew several meters away and fell directly to the ground.

When Kong Lingkui heard such a loud noise, he immediately came to Zhao Wumian in three or two steps with full firepower.

Looking at the unscathed Zhao Wumian's slowly retracted fingers and the broken bamboo, he immediately understood what was going on.

"Good boy, you scared me. I thought something happened. It turns out it was you who was trying out your strength."

Kong Lingkui pretended to be frightened and patted his chest, saying with sincere concern.

"Hey, aren't you afraid that your uncle will feel sorry for these bamboos? I just wanted to try it secretly, but I didn't expect to make such a big fuss."

Zhao Wumian touched his head, his eyes were wandering, and he said with some embarrassment.

"Even if you tear down all these bamboos, I won't say anything. Compared with you, these things are worthless."

Seeing this, Kong Lingkui said with relief, dumbfounded.

"Hehe, I got it."

Zhao Wumian also pretended to be a child for a while and felt quite comfortable.

"Come on and like it. How does it look when you're naked? It seems like I'll have to get you some clothes that won't tear next time."

Kong Lingyun handed the clothes in his hand to Zhao Wumian, looking blank.

"What are you afraid of? There are no women in Kong's house."

Zhao Wumian muttered, but still put on his clothes obediently.

"What if your senior sisters come to me and ask questions? What will they think of me when they see you standing naked in front of me?"

Kong Lingkui was furious at that moment.

"Uncle, you are almost forty years old and you haven't asked for an aunt back yet."

Zhao Wumian muttered quietly and backed away.

"Are you itchy, you little brat? Come on, let's practice our hands together."

Kong Lingkui was immediately furious, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and his hair exploded.

Then he rushed directly towards Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian immediately activated his Hunyuan power and started running away. With the blessing of Hunyuan power and the walking like a dragon buff, he was able to pull Kong Lingkui some distance away in a short time.

"What the hell, you kid, the rabbit has become a spirit? Why is it running so fast all of a sudden?"

Although Kong Lingkui didn't run hard, let alone someone like Zhao Wumian who was in the early stage of Ming Jin, even at the peak of Ming Jin or the early stage of Dark Jin, it was impossible to pull him away.

"Since 30% speed can't defeat you, what about 40% speed?"

Kong Lingkui thought to himself, and then increased his speed to the fourth level.

"No, uncle, I just feel that when I take a medicinal bath, I feel integrated with the world and the world. When I come out, I feel like I'm flying."

Zhao Wumian naturally couldn't expose the existence of the buff, so he immediately gave out the reason he had thought of.

Kong Lingkui couldn't understand that the majestic Huajing Grandmaster's fourth-level speed was still slightly surpassed by Zhao Wumian.

"Are we really practicing the same martial arts?"

Kong Lingkui lowered his speed to 50% and finally caught up with Zhao Wumian.

And Zhao Wumian's speed is getting slower and slower, and his Hunyuan strength has been exhausted.

"Of course it's the same martial arts. You taught me this step by step."

Zhao Wumian almost tested his speed, and then found that his strength was still a little insufficient, so he stopped and said to Kong Lingkui.

"This is not the same as that vindictive painting horse. It can't outrun others at the same level."

Kong Lingkui would also read some novels in his spare time, and then he would joke about himself vividly.

"Haha, my horse is faster than my uncle's, but uncle, you are still better."

Zhao Wumian took over what Kong Lingkui said and then gave Kong Lingkui a step up.

"After all, he is my uncle, so I have to save some face for him."

Zhao Wumian thought to himself.

"That's natural. I am the master of Huajin after all, but you are also very fast, nephew. I have already used 10% of my strength."

Kong Lingkui didn't want to be underestimated by his nephew, so he said bravely.

"So you only used 10% of your strength? That's great, it seems I still have to practice."

Zhao Wumian saw that Kong Lingkui's serious expression did not seem to be fake, because in Zhao Wumian's opinion, his uncle still had the demeanor of a great master.

"But Mian'er, you are also very powerful. At least when I was at my peak, my speed was not as fast as yours."

Kong Lingkui saw that Zhao Wumian believed what he said, so he felt relieved, and then pretended to comfort him.

"Yeah, I'm very satisfied."

Zhao Wumian responded with a smile on the surface.

In fact, I'm still a little dissatisfied. After all, the faster I go, the better I can save my life.

Or, catch up with those you dislike and teach them a lesson.