My Martial Arts Will Become An Evil God!

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Host: Fang Ping

Martial arts: King Kong Zhuanggong (third layer), Black Dragon Eighteen Hands (second layer), Zhuangxin Qi Qi (second layer), Flying Crane Boxing (first layer), Secret Iron Sand Palm (first layer)

Origin: 0

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Looking at the information displayed by the Cthulhu modifier, Fang Ping said that he retracted his previous words.

Those boxing skills on the Internet are still a bit real.

For example, the set of secret iron sand palms he used just now.

Just the energy required to upgrade to the first level is almost the same as the energy required to improve the second level of the Diamond Stake.

This secret iron sand palm is all about a sand poison.

In the initial practice, the hands are inserted into fine sand, then coarse sand, iron sand, and special medicinal liquid to soak the hands.

The sand poison is in the hands, into the flesh, and finally into the blood and into the energy.

If there is no special medicinal liquid to protect the palm, the palm of the practitioner will definitely rot.

But Fang Ping, who has the Cthulhu modifier, doesn't need to worry about this problem.

As long as his vigor and spirit are still enough, he can directly improve.

The first layer of iron sand palms made his palms thick.

It also contained a large amount of sand poison in the pores and skin of his palm.

Therefore, the trunk of the tree that was snapped off just now turned black, and even the bark was partially corroded.

And the toxicity of this sand poison, whether it is strong or not, is definitely not weak.

The toxicity is definitely not as strong as those that see blood and seal their throats.

But it wins more than a disgust.

To break a pot of porridge, all you need is a mouse poop.

This sand poison is almost what it means.

Specializing in bad blood and flesh is like throwing a mouse poop into your pot of porridge.

It is not scattered, and it is inexhaustible.

But if you don’t care about it, then you will slowly wait for your blood and blood to decay and your body to dry up and die.

As for the other Feihe Fist and Heilong Eighteen Hands, it was also one of his achievements on the Internet yesterday.

Flying Crane Fist is a small type of boxing. After the improvement, Fang Ping's flexibility and strength have been significantly enhanced.

As for the Eighteen Hands of the Black Dragon, it was a pleasant surprise.

The Eighteen Hands of the Black Dragon is actually a set of military fighting techniques.

Fang Ping watched the video of Heilong's Eighteen Hands at the time, and originally thought that this fighting technique should not be improved without a matching breathing method.

Who would have thought that the Shaolin Hard Qigong he had obtained before was directly combined with the Eighteen Hands of Heilong.

It seems that the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands is matched with Shaolin Hard Qigong.

The Eighteen Hands of the Black Dragon is too sinister and vicious and is forbidden to practice by the military.

When he spread it out, all his moves were aimed at the deadly part, and the murderous and suffocating aura that was rushing towards his face could not be stopped.

After playing all the sets of kung fu he knew, Fang Ping walked to the backpack he brought.

Open the backpack and take out the numerous energy bars and compressed biscuits.

In addition to seeing his own strength at this time, he came out more to improve the Diamond Stake Skill.

When he was improving the Qi Qi method at home before, the violent heartbeat for a few minutes shocked him.

It even alarmed Fang's father, who was working from home at the time.

That's why he came out to this park today to improve the Vajra Zhuanggong.

After tearing open the packaging of the compressed biscuits, Fang Ping ate them directly.

There was another burst of watering.

Soon, Fang Ping felt his stomach start to swell.

Pulling open the upper body sweater, lifted the short sleeve inside, and looked at the large gathering and swimming black lines in front of his chest.

Fang Ping's eyes narrowed slightly.

Since the Vajra Stake Skill has been upgraded to the third level, the black lines on his body have become more numerous.

At a glance, it is estimated that there are dozens of them.

And these black lines are all often gathered on the chest.

It was as if something was being conceived.

This is also the reason why he came out this time to improve the Diamond Stance.

He was afraid of any obvious vision or sound.

"promote!"

Fang Ping's eyes are certain, he thought to himself.

And with his thoughts, he saw the large black lines on his chest, twisting violently and entangled in an instant.

Intangible energy was extracted from Fang Ping's strength, flesh and blood, and even spirit.

And his stomach is also wriggling wildly, digesting the food in his stomach frantically, supplementing the consumption of his body.

With the appearance of that invisible energy, more and more black lines gradually appeared on Fang Ping's body.

And it became more and more closely entangled with other black lines.

At the same time, Fang Ping's whole body's muscles and fascia were twisting frantically, as if there were earthworms running through his skin and flesh.

And inside his body, the major organs, including the bones, are also constantly shaking.

Especially his heart.

Because of the strength of the heart, his heart is far stronger than ordinary people, and he is also trembling at this time.

Even if you look closely, you can find the surface of his heart that is obviously larger and tougher than ordinary people.

A little black line started to appear.

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Minute by minute time passed.

The vicious and fierce sunlight also began to gradually deflect.

And in a remote corner of the riverside park.

Fang Ping was clearly sitting on the ground, but under his oversized sweater was constantly wriggling.

As if he had some living thing in his clothes.

There was a pained expression on his face.

But even so, he was still eating the energy bar compressed biscuits in big gulps.

The short sleeve he was wearing had long since been torn apart by his swollen muscles.

scold!

A solemn but very sinister shout sounded.

Fang Ping suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Most of the sweater was directly wetted by the sweat that flowed all over his body.

Although he felt a little soft all over, Fang Ping pulled off his clothes for the first time.

When he saw the situation on his chest, his pupils shrank slightly.

I saw that the black lines on his body were entangled with each other.

There was a black-faced fangs formed on his chest, and he grinned and spit out a long, pointed tongue, and the grimacing head of King Kong.

This Angry King avatar occupies Fang Ping's entire chest.

He looks dignified and solemn, and his expression is full of anger, as if he wants to annihilate all the evil spirits in the world.

But I don't know if it's an illusion.

From those dark angry eyes, Fang Ping seemed to see endless darkness, mourning and despair.

It seems that countless grievances are twisting and roaring in despair, turning into dark and twisted flames burning roaringly.

In addition to that evil image that grinned and spit out a long sharp tongue.

Fang Ping only felt that the Angry King Kong statue was extremely strange.

"I'm really practicing Buddhist martial arts?!"

Fang Ping had self-doubt again.

Seeing the hideous image of the King Kong Angry Eye, even Fang Ping had already been prepared for it.

But still some scalp tingling.

This Nima is too evil.

Why do I feel that if I continue to practice this martial art, it will be more strange and evil than the evil existence that secretly peeks at me?

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