Text Chapter 572 Incomparably Shocking Madness!

"Uncle Fu!"

Wei Changsheng's face was pulled down on the spot, and he suppressed his anger and said, "What does this mean? In the past, let alone Captain Shi and Captain Xiong, even Patriarch Xiong ate the same food when he was practicing with everyone! This sand What kind of person is Xie, with a very raw face, why can he enjoy such a big silver-patterned war pig by himself, while we can only eat a little pig offal?"

"Did he make a great contribution to the tribe, or was he able to kill a top beast with one punch in the battle of Heavenly Tribulation?"

"I know him!"

An iron bear blaster stared at Li Yao for a long time, finally remembered, slapped his head, and shouted, "This sand scorpion only joined the tribe a month ago. It is said that he fought against two emperor sand scorpions in the wild. I saved Wumayan, but I was poisoned because of it, and my mind is a little unclear!"

"correct!"

Having said that, another team member remembered it and snorted, "A month ago, during the actual combat test between us and the Storm Commando, Wu Mayan brought this kid to the scene to watch the battle, but he was shot by a wolf tooth mine." I was so scared that I sat down on the ground, my face was pale, my whole body was shaking, and I couldn't get up for a long time!"

"What!"

Wei Changsheng couldn't help laughing, "When you said that, I also remembered that there seemed to be such a coward at the time. After we went back, didn't we talk about it for a long time?"

"Isn't it just a wolf tooth mine! What if it exploded in front of you? We bear heroes, let alone move, can't even blink an eyelid! I don't know where such a cowardly guy came from." I didn't expect it to be him!"

"Hmph, what's so great about killing two emperor sand scorpions? If I meet them, I'll kill three or five of them!"

"This matter, the patriarch is too unfair. He just saved his adopted son. Even if Wuma Yan is a rare young genius in the tribe, he doesn't need to be treated like this!"

The more people talked, the more angry they were, screaming and screaming. Unexpectedly, the door of the single-person practice room opened with a "chuck", as if a gust of wind had blown by, Li Yao was exhausted, and staggered out.

He was sweating profusely. His waist is hunched, and his eyes are a little slack.

It seemed that the practice just now had completely squeezed out all the energy, thunder was rolling in his stomach, and he only had food in his eyes. He didn't care about the noise of the crowd at all, his nose fluttered, smelling the smell of meat, he walked towards the silver-patterned war pig.

Many Iron Bear blasters glared at him, but he turned a deaf ear.

Wei Changsheng sneered, took a step diagonally, and stood between Li Yao and the silver-patterned war pig.

Li Yao's hair was wet with sweat, and it hung wetly on his face. His slightly indifferent eyes passed through the gap between the hair. He glanced at Wei Changsheng lightly.

With just one glance, the smile on Wei Changsheng's face was completely frozen, as if he was in a freezing hell at absolute zero, his face was pale, the corners of his eyes twitched wildly, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Li Yao walked around him silently, picked up the large tray of food, staggered, dragged his front feet, and walked outside.

"Sand Scorpion. You don't want to finish eating here, but you still have to rush down to practice?" Fu Dong asked with no surprise.

Li Yao didn't even have the strength to speak, so he nodded and disappeared outside the door.

Everyone was shocked by an inexplicable breath. Unexpectedly, no one came out to stop him, and watched him walk away.

It wasn't until three seconds after he disappeared that the nearly frozen air was thawed, and everyone swallowed involuntarily.

Wei Changsheng seemed to be strangled by an invisible strange hand, and his face was ashen, until now. He coughed loudly, and his back was full of sweat.

horrible!

The moment they looked at each other just now was really terrifying!

It's like a real giant spirit warrior, standing in front of him, condescending, staring at him expressionlessly!

As long as he makes the slightest movement, he will definitely be killed!

"Changsheng, what's the situation, why didn't you stop that kid just now?"

"That guy is skinny, not even two meters long, not even reaching your chest!"

"Why don't you flatten him with one punch and snatch the silver-striped war pig!"

"Damn it, we practiced day and night in the wasteland, we were tortured, and we couldn't even eat half a bite of the silver-patterned war pig. Why should this little white face with thin skin and tender meat just practice casually in the training room where there is no wind or rain? If you practice, you will be able to eat silver-patterned war pigs!"

"Unfair! The patriarch is too unfair! We have to go to the patriarch to reason!"

The iron bear blasters, who had recovered from their shock, were a little embarrassed for their retreat just now, and roared angrily.

Only Wei Changsheng is still out of his mind.

Fu Dong looked at these people coldly, a sneer emerged from the corner of his mouth, and said: "You think that if you are exposed to the sun and rain in the wasteland, beheading monsters, even if you are tortured, even if you practice crazily, you are entitled to eat money." Is it tattooed with pork?"

An iron bear blasting team member shouted: "We went out this time, it was a real combat drill, and we broke down the nests of nine monsters in one go! Killed an unknown number of monsters! This is not crazy, what is it?" Call it crazy? We are not qualified to eat it, who is qualified to eat it!"

Fu Dong suddenly got up, and said coldly: "I said that Sand Scorpion is more qualified than you, and you definitely don't believe me, so follow me to see how he cultivates, so as not to embarrass himself in front of the patriarch."

"Just look at it, what's so great, we've seen his cultivation process just now, among other things, just that grinning face, looking like he's dying, doesn't look like he's a real master! The real Tieyuan boy, even if Even if one leg is bitten off by a monster, you have to keep your face and use the other leg to kick off the monster's big teeth!"

This sentence caused a lot of laughter, and some people applauded loudly.

Fu Dong smiled lightly, and led everyone into the single-person practice room.

Wei Changsheng also squeezed inside, looked around suspiciously, and murmured: "It's no different, isn't it just a zhenqi lock with thirty times the pressure? Who hasn't experienced it! The weight of the squat is only 1,500 kilograms." That's all, I can do a dozen or twenty sets casually!"

Fu Dong said expressionlessly: "First, the squat of 1,500 kilograms is just the weight that people use when they finally recover after six or seven hours of crazy practice. It's just for relaxation. I won't tell you. You won’t believe how much people’s ultimate squat load is.”

"Second, look clearly, the zhenqi lock of others is not thirty times, but fifty times!"

"What!"

All the iron bear blasters were dumbfounded.

Thirty times the pressure of true qi shock is already the limit of ordinary qi refiners. Even experts like them are unwilling to think about the 30 times the pressure of true qi shock. What a terrifying experience!

Fifty times! What is this concept?

Fu Dong smiled, and said, "This set of zhenqi locks is processed by Sand Scorpion itself, and it can stimulate 50 times the pressure of zhenqi at most."

"He wore such a zhenqi lock and practiced non-stop for six or seven hours. Until the end, he was able to complete five sets of 1,500-kilogram squats."

"Every time he practices, he consumes hundreds of real balloons!"

Everyone was an expert, and instantly appraised Li Yao's cultivation intensity, and couldn't help feeling horrified.

Fu Dong pointed to the steel fist target in the corner of the training room again: "Look at this fist target again, what's the difference?"

Everyone suspected that this fist target was made of "black rock gold", a common metal on the iron star, and it was covered with shallow fist marks.

But this is nothing unusual, when each of them bursts out with all their strength. They can make deeper and clearer fist marks on steel.

Fu Dong said inscrutablely, "Touch and see."

Wei Changsheng didn't believe in evil, stretched out a finger and lightly touched the surface of the fist, his eyes widened instantly: "It's so hot, at least several hundred degrees!"

"That's right."

Fu Dong put his hands on his back, and said, "Perhaps you think that the highest state of hitting this kind of steel fist target is that each punch can be deeply sunken, so that the target is covered with your fist marks. The greater the clarity."

"But the sand scorpion hit the punching target. It was able to convert most of the destructive power into heat energy. Under the indiscriminate bombardment, the temperature of the punching target increased by 420 degrees!"

"This is still the result of him wearing the shackles of true qi. After several hours of heavy training."

"I even suspect that if he eats and drinks enough, recharges his energy, and has no burden, if he bombards with all his strength, he can directly 'melt' this punching target!"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Fu Dong looked at their faces and said with a smile: "You think his cultivation is so simple and it's over? Let me tell you, the reason why he built such a one-person practice room is because he needs to practice in some extreme environments!"

"When you saw it just now, he was already undergoing final relaxation and recovery. The oxygen content in the single-person practice room was about 5%, which was three-quarters lower than the most comfortable environment for the human body."

"And in real practice, he will drain all the air in the practice room more than once, and enter a quasi-vacuum state!"

Now, Wei Changsheng and the others were completely astonished.

In the vacuum, withstanding the shock of 50 times the high pressure of true energy, he practiced crazily!

Where did this sand scorpion come from?

"He, he has been practicing like this?"

Wei Changsheng stammered and asked, for some reason, when he thought of Li Yao's indifferent and cold eyes, he believed him a little.

Fu Dong nodded, with the same delicate expression, and sighed, "Since you went to practice in the wilderness, he will come here every day to carry out extreme training that I never thought of."

"I have been in charge of this practice room for twenty or thirty years, and I have seen many strong men who are as strong as iron and brass, Xiong Wuji back then, your captain Shi Meng, and Xiong Zhenzhen from the Storm Commando Team, including the newly rising young genius Wu. Ma Yan...all of them are extremely determined and resolute, and they have all experienced extremely cruel cultivation."

"However, this is the first time I have seen such a crazy monster!"

"You say, how much power will a person who can cultivate like this exert in the battle of Heavenly Tribulation, and is he qualified to swallow a silver-patterned war pig?"

Wei Changsheng was silent, and suddenly put a zhenqi lock bracelet on his wrist, gritted his teeth, and unscrewed it to the limit, fifty times the high-pressure zhenqi shock!

"ah!"

Wei Changsheng immediately howled like a pig being killed, as if struck by lightning, and fell to the ground, jumping around like a prawn thrown into a frying pan, and called his mother in pain.

"Not good, Changsheng is foaming at the mouth and is about to pass out!"

"Hurry up and save people!"

There was chaos in the training room. (To be continued.)