Fist of Imagination

Between the poisonous smoke and the fierce flames, Liang De's figure seemed to be pulled back and forth twice by invisible threads.

He first leaned back, with his straight spine at a 45-degree angle to the ground, and prepared to start rotating and digging. Only after his toes sank an inch into the rock did he react, and forcibly overcame the fighting instinct that was deep in his bones.

I came here just to find a fight, so why run away!

Because of his momentary hesitation, he no longer had time to retreat and defend.

Then attack!

The muscles in Liang De's legs suddenly swelled. He bent his toes and dug into the cracks in the stone. Using this as a fulcrum, he threw his upper body forward like a whip. His clenched fist was the tip of the whip!

At this time, he had been stained by several flaming sparks summoned by the jackal A Quan. All the flesh and blood in his body were incinerated and disappeared, and all active tissues were destroyed. Only a skeleton with a faint coppery luster remained under the control of the martial arts soul. Stand firm.

The deep-set eye sockets and gaps between the bones of the red copper skeleton were filled with flames, like a burning Ghost Rider, sparing no effort in wielding an angry flaming fist.

Before Liang De's fist hit the three-headed flail, the owner of that fierce weapon pulled it back first. The flame-shaped saw blade connected by three dark chains retracted back, and the mace The main body of the flail returned to the back of the jackal.

The deafening sound of gold and iron clashing came from the black poisonous smoke, and a left paw covered with black and green hair caught Liang De's fist instead of the fine gold flail.

Liang De felt like he punched the iron wall with spikes, and the brute force of the shock instantly spread throughout the honeycomb-like structure inside his bones.

"So weak?"

Because he was a little surprised, the jackal couldn't help but speak his mind.

Fortunately, he wasn't beaten with a flail, otherwise he wouldn't be able to feel anything and would become gray. He wouldn't even have the most basic soul-forging effect, and the beating would be in vain.

The jackal snorted, and the flames on Liang De's bones were shaken by the wind. The clear sound like wind chimes rang for five or six seconds, and there was a pile of shiny copper-colored bone powder where Liang De was originally standing.

A Quan put down his left paw and lifted the fire Phoenix Paradise on the ground. The poisonous smoke and flames that flew outward hit the muscular guys who were watching. Not to mention the burns were extinguished, these people didn't even lose an eyelash.

A light blue Huanzang Sea Eye appeared in the sky, and Liang De, who had put on a new body, jumped out of it. He bent down and grabbed his own ashes, and his right hand was immediately burned by the residual heat until only bones remained.

"Ade..."

Jackal A Quan walked to Liang De with a somewhat embarrassed expression and said:

"Don't talk about removing impurities. Your whole body is covered with impurities. It will break when touched and cannot be forged."

"The standard type is like this. It is designed to be a fast consumable product.

When I came here, I didn't know that I was going to fight head-on. I just casually wore a standard piece of clothing and came here. I was not dressed appropriately. It was my fault. "

As he spoke, Liang De pulled out a defensive body that had been fully demonized from Haina's phantom, filled it with inner energy and handed it to A Quan.

"Brother Dog, let's see how this one looks like. Does it meet the entry requirements for forging?"

A Quan picked up the defensive Liang De and threw it twice. He picked up the Purgatory Burning Iron Flame passed down by Dong Cunzhen, and saw a flash of fire, and there was a pile of ashes on the ground.

The jackal man opened and closed his five fingers, sharpened the tips of his sharp claws, closed his eyes and thought about the feeling just now, and then said:

"For example, the standard type is like freshly baked sesame pancakes or egg rolls. The defensive type is a bit harder, but still very brittle, like thin eggshell porcelain.

Those demonizing supernatural powers in you are all superimposed, not organically combined. To put it bluntly, they are just simulations, not your own... I don't want to dictate your martial arts. Ade, your major is natural divine power. , combined with your beast tide tactics, I will definitely not be able to defeat you if we really fight.

But if you want to use the steel-like body-building method to cultivate something from yourself, you can't do it now. Anyway, anyway... Hey, I can only train but not talk. Shan Futian has the best academic performance. He explains to you. "

The jackal sent a spiritual message to Shan Futian, turned around and shouted "No fighting today", and the onlookers dispersed in disappointment.

"I thought it would be my turn today." A second-year student from the Lu Academy relaxed his chest muscles sadly and looked downcast.

"It's not like you never beat Liang De when you were in school."

"Can the feeling be the same? In the past, beating him was like having sex online. Either you couldn't touch him, or he was gone as soon as you touched him. He felt empty and aggrieved. How can it be as refreshing as fighting with a real sword and a real gun?"

"Let's wait for a while, but I think you may not be able to beat him this time due to his physical strength."

…

Liang De and Shan Futian sat down on the wooden floor outside the bar door and chatted for a while before turning the topic to martial arts practice.

"Everyone has been making rapid progress after graduation. You wouldn't know it if you didn't fight against each other. Brother Dog has even mastered the Kai Yuan expansion, and his hands are extremely tough. He is much better than before.

If I had known that I would have put more effort into the steel-like body forging method, I wouldn't be as weak as I am now. "

Shan Futian glanced sideways at him and said:

"It sounds like you haven't improved by leaps and bounds. Although I don't understand what's going on with your current martial arts spirit, my spiritual sense tells me that you are hundreds of times more dangerous than before."

"No matter how dangerous it is, it is still dangerous and fragile. If others don't hit it, it won't be effective. Even if I hit it, I can't hit it. Study committee member, please teach me how to use it."

Liang De handed over a cigarette. Shan Futian took the cigarette but did not light it. Instead, he placed the cigarette in the palm of his hand. A few traces of copper-colored inner air surrounded it, coating the menthol cigarette with a metallic luster.

People and people unite?

Mr. Liang, a senior smoker, opened his eyes wide and stared at the cigarette in Shan Futian's palm and his half-hidden martial arts spirit with a pair of demonic vertical pupils.

That cigarette has been closely connected with Shan Futian's martial arts soul, and the connection strength is unbelievably high. Compared with this connection between his body and soul, it's like...forget it, there is no comparison, and there is no need to compare. He is stronger. Let him be strong.

"The 'I' on the spiritual level is very fragile. The spirit, soul, spirit... these things are all very fragile, and the method passed down by Master Dong is very fierce. If it directly affects the spirit, the result will be disintegration.

Therefore, forging must be buffered by the ‘I’ on the material level.

The steel-like-iron forging method is to forge the outside to influence the inside. For warriors like us, this outside is the physical shell.

The body must be strong enough to withstand the beating, and the connection between form and spirit must be close enough to pass on the beating the body has endured. But you are like this cigarette, your body is too fragile, and the connection between form and spirit is also weak. Yes. "

Shan Futian slowly closed his fingers. The cigarette in his palm continued to deform under the pressure of the inner air, and his martial arts spirit also changed accordingly.

The cigarette was quickly crushed into pieces under the sharply increasing pressure.

Shan Futian put down his palm and said:

"You can't meet both requirements now. Unless Master Dong wants to beat you to death, he will never take action.

Master Dong has to go hunting and won't stay here for long, so he has prepared a good and quick way for you to quickly become as steely as iron. "

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