Chapter 213 Who Is He?

Luo Lingfeng Bi Siji was not a fluke, but the result of two months of hard training.

Afterwards, Bi Siji hit Luo for ten rounds, the speed and power of the first blow remained the same, but he failed to make a second combo, and was blocked by Luo Ling.

"hey-hey."

In the night, seeing Bi Siji was very unwilling, Luo smiled very happily, and finally ushered in a stable success, how could he not take the opportunity to be frightened.

Bi Siji threw away the stick, pretended not to see Luo's wicked smile, walked to the chair in front of the stone house and sat down.

This stone house is their residence, and it is also a house that Luo made on the spot with the power of the hand of God. It is composed of mountains and rocks in Talma.

The results of the training were perfect, and Luo was not injured, so he didn't need Sambika's treatment.

"How should I practice tomorrow?" Luo came over and sat down with Bisji and Sambika.

After two months of practicing the stick method, after the results came out, it was time to change the method.

Sangbika took small bites of a fruit that looked like bread, and quietly looked at Luo and Bisji.

She only persisted in half of the club strike training before quitting, but she also achieved results, but she was not as good as Luo.

"It's very simple." Bi Siji also took the fruit and ate it, then smiled and looked at Luo, that smile... was sinister.

Seeing Bisiji's smile, Luo shrank his neck and asked cautiously, "What kind of training method?"

Bi Siji narrowed his eyes, and said calmly: "Use 'Jian' continuously until you run out of energy."

"Uh,

It's quite simple. " Luo said.

"Yeah." Bisji nodded.

Early the next morning.

Luo used the practice, opened the fine pores, let the qi pour out, and then wrapped the qi to cover the body surface, which is Jian.

At this time, Bi Siji suddenly made a move and punched Luo's body, knocking him back a meter or two, but it didn't hurt.

Bisiji's sudden punch made Luo stunned. When he didn't know what was going on, he saw Bisiji's figure flicker, quickly circled behind him, and punched him on the back again, still unsettled. It didn't hurt, but it knocked him out a meter or two.

"Hold on."

After Bisiji said something, he hit Luo like a ball.

When she punched, she also used Jian, but she didn't use flow to adjust the attack power. It was equivalent to hitting Luo's 50 value defense with 50 attack power, so Luo was not injured.

After several punches, Luo finally understood the meaning of Bisiji's smile last night, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he concentrated on maintaining his firm state.

Every time Bi Siji punched Luo, he hit different positions on Luo's body, beating Luo like a drunk man.

Sangbika watched from the sidelines, and soon, she saw a circle drawn where Luo and Bisji were.

Bisji kept moving and punching on the track outside the circle, while Luo was like a ball trapped in the circle, bouncing back and forth and never getting out of the circle.

Without interference, Luo was able to maintain strength for 50 minutes, while the minimum standard in mind power battles was 30 minutes.

Twenty minutes into the football training, Luo's body had already started to become unstable, and the air film covering his body became uneven.

"Twenty minutes... that's pretty good."

Bisji watched this scene without stopping the movements of his hands.

Theoretically, in such a continuous and fierce offensive, Yi Luo's current foundation cannot last for ten minutes, but now he can maintain it for twenty minutes, which is obviously the result of the previous two months of training.

After Luo's strength nearly collapsed, Bi Siji punched Luo out of the circle, causing Luo to suffer internal injuries.

Training continues as long as the chi is not exhausted.

With Sangbika around, Bisji came step by step and didn't hold back at all, and Luo was bleeding frequently.

Every punch that hit the body penetrated the strength into the body, causing pain.

In the past two months, Luo suffered countless beatings with sticks, and his pain tolerance has long been improved. At this time, he was beaten by Bi Siji, but the use of Qi was not affected by the pain.

The boring and single practice continued every day, no matter it was windy or rainy, it never stopped.

Sambika witnessed Luo's transformation step by step with her own eyes. She even gave up the obligations imposed on herself during this period, and stayed by Luo's side all the time, just to be able to use her ability to heal Luo.

Time passed, and it was getting closer and closer to the start of this year's hunter test, and Luo didn't plan to participate in this year's hunter test. Before going to the Sky Arena, he had to spend all his time on cultivation.

The location of the Hunter Association, Nitro's office.

The Dou Mian man sorted out the information that Bisji called, and then handed it to Nitro, who took a glance at it, and after seeing it clearly, he shook the paper into confetti and threw it into the trash can.

"Great progress." Nitro concluded with a smile.

The bean-faced man said, "Will Luo participate in this year's hunter test?"

He also read the information and knew that the speed of Luo's progress was indeed terrifying, and he also knew Luo Chunian's ability. He felt that such a talent should be absorbed into the association as soon as possible.

"Who knows?" Nitro said casually.

The bean-faced man opened his eyes wide and said, "President, you specially asked Bi Siji to teach Luo, isn't it just to make him a hunter as soon as possible? Why do I feel that you don't care about whether Luo will take the test?"

When Netero heard the words, he immediately asked in doubt: "Did I ask Bisji to teach Luo?"

The Dou Mian man opened his mouth, and said helplessly, "Didn't you ask Bi Siji to contact Luo?"

Nitro nodded, and said seriously: "That's right, but I didn't ask Bisji to teach Luo."

"..."

The Dou Mian man froze for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was the case.

"Then... what are your plans?"

Nitro grinned, stroked his beard, and said, "I'm thinking about it."

"..." The Dou Mian man sighed softly in his heart, thinking about the president's evil intentions, he didn't know how to play with Luo.

.....

Sky Arena, the arena on the 230th floor.

The auditorium was full, and there was a chorus of voices, all of them looked at the only square stone platform in the arena.

There were two people standing on top of the ring, and one person was lying down.

Among the two people standing, one was a middle-aged man wearing a referee uniform, and the other was the tall and strong An Tongmu.

The referee raised his right hand and said, "An Tongmu wins!"

As soon as the voice fell, the audience burst into applause.

An Tongmu stood beside the referee expressionlessly, his right arm was broken.

"It's such a pity! Mr. Fanglang, who was only one step away from the throne of the floor master, finally fell in front of Mr. An Tongmu. Congratulations to Mr. An Tongmu for defending his qualification as the floor master!"

In the commentary seat, a young woman shouted the final words of the duel with her clear voice.

The applause from the audience was endless, and the staff carried the unconscious Jalang down on a stretcher, leaving An Tongmu and the referee on the ring.

Immediately afterwards, the on-site reporters of the TV station came over with a microphone, first congratulated politely, and then asked An Tongmu one after another.

"May I ask how you feel about defeating Mr. Garou, who has won the floor master's challenge with a record of 8 wins and 2 losses?"

"You lost three points in this duel, is it because you broke three fingers on your right hand?"

"During the 90-day preparation period, what exactly did you go through to lose three fingers?"

"Mr. An Tongmu, may I ask if the injury on your right hand was caused by man-made or an accident? If it was man-made, by whom?"

An Tongmu looked coldly at the reporter who asked the last question. The reporter felt An Tongmu's aura and could not help but tremble.

"He will come, and then I will kill him!"

Leaving aside the nonsensical words, An Tongmu turned and left, leaving behind a group of reporters with a keen sense of smell.

he?

The eyes of the reporters lit up, and a draft was prepared in their heads in an instant.

【Shocking! The leader An Tongmu's severed finger was done by 'him'! 】

[Who exactly did the right hand finger of the floor master An Tongmu? Let's walk into Mr. An Tongmu's inner world! 】

[Who is that 'he'! ? 】

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