Let you conquer the world of low-level martial arts, what the hell is Journey to the West?

Chapter 334: Powerful Monkey Fist? Song Shuhang: It smells so good!
Doraemon is such a reliable friend, and his things are so good. After using them, Song Shuhang felt that he could not be so stupid!
Don't say anything else.

Just looking at the body-tempering pill with a little gold powder in his hand, he sighed in his heart, if the boss Zhang Tian was not there, after seeing the pharmacist sharing the secret recipe in the chat group, he would probably foolishly go online and buy an alchemy furnace like the one used by Taishang Laojun!
Song Shuhang: No matter how stupid a person is, he can't be more stupid than I was before, right?

He was lost in emotion and didn't notice Zhang Tian sitting behind him in deep thought, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised. It seemed that someone was indeed not stupid enough to buy an alchemy furnace online. He just used a hot pot to cook and an induction cooker to bake!

Zhang Tian: Hahahaha!
He did not remind the other party, but waited to see the joke. Sure enough, after reading the martial arts inheritance of Venerable Lingdie, that is, the Lingdie Island, Song Shuhang could not wait to start practicing.

Just like when Zhang Tian joined Fangcun Mountain and found that he could practice Taoism, he was also very excited. However, he did not have the inheritance method at that time. Later, he went to the Lord God and bought a book of Zixia Magic Art. He sucked the energy of the Big Sun and Golden Crow in the sky and almost killed himself with one breath. It’s funny to think about it now.

He felt that he couldn't let himself be embarrassed by doing this kind of thing alone.

So I pretended I saw nothing.

Song Shuhang picked up the small medicine bottle and poured all the pills that Zhang Tian had used to practice into his mouth. This was a body-quenching liquid used to build the foundation. Although it was a simplified version made by the pharmacist and was made from ultra-low-level ordinary medicinal materials, its effect was far inferior to the original version.

But the advantage is quantity!

And it is solid. As the saying goes, essence lies in concentration!
So Zhang Tian raised the corners of his mouth, and looked at Song Shuhang and smacked his lips. It was as if he had eaten a bottle of candy beans. He had a reaction in a few seconds. His face was flushed and his whole body was hot, as if he was in a sauna. He cried out on the spot, "Boss... Boss, do you have any skills that can exert strength..."

Song Shuhang felt like he was about to explode. He was full of energy and wanted to cause trouble. However, he thought that this was a first-tier city and the houses were very expensive. He would not be able to pay for the damage. So he immediately sought help from Zhang Tian and asked for a technique. He even gestured with his hands.

"It's like, a big watermelon, cut in half, half for you, half for me..."

Tai Chi!

Zhang Tian pretended to be in deep thought, as if he was reminiscing. To be honest, as half-descendant of Laozi and half-descendant of Zhenwu Patriarch, it was reasonable for him to know Tai Chi. But when he thought of Laozi practicing Tai Chi in the sky, he suddenly found it extremely funny.

It’s even funnier than Tiga knowing Wing Chun!
Zhang Tian was lost in thought, while Song Shuhang was getting anxious. His physical education in elementary school was taught by a Chinese teacher, in junior high school by a math teacher, and in high school by a physical education teacher who was sick and rarely came. His physical education teacher in college never got sick, but he only taught him this formula.

"I don't know Tai Chi, but I can teach you another skill."

Zhang Tian thought about it, and with just a glance, he passed on to the other party the foundation-building technique that he had integrated with this world, the techniques of Master Lingdie, and his own martial arts.

Song Shuhang performed it as if he was assisted by God. He waved his fists and feet, jumped up and down, and hot steam rose from his body. He even made strange sounds from his body. It seemed that he had practiced it very well!
He felt so sour.

He felt wonderful.

But at the very end, when the technique was about to end, Song Shuhang couldn't help but pound his chest repeatedly with his fists to expel the waste gas in his body. He inexplicably felt more comfortable, but an ominous premonition flashed through his mind.

His voice trembled, "Boss, what is the name of your technique..."

"It's not some powerful monkey-raising fist, is it?"

No matter how Zhang Tian was asked, he refused to admit it and insisted that it had nothing to do with monkeys. Instead, he mixed in the shape of a dragon.

But: "Whose good dragon climbs up trees or walls?"

His face was filled with grief and indignation. Song Shuhang: Even if I die, I will never practice this monkey-raising fist again!
He was so depressed that he went to take a shower. Then he saw his belly that had inexplicably disappeared and his abdominal muscles that suddenly appeared. He was stunned for a moment.

Then he subconsciously looked down and gestured with his fingers unconfidently. The muscle that had been injured by his right hand over the years had regained its youthful ferocity and was even better than before. It was visible to the naked eye!

Song Shuhang:!

Song Shuhang: It’s this dragon!
So Song Shuhang got up in the middle of the night and practiced hard. He was so excited that it was as if he was not the one who had vowed in front of Zhang Tian that he would never practice the Monkey-Raising Fist again.

"Hmm, it smells really good. I was a little nearsighted before, but now after practicing this boxing technique, it feels like my eyes have a magnifying glass. I can see things dozens of meters away clearly!"

"Feet! They're jade feet!"

"Fuck, why do you have such white feet as a man?"

on the other side.

Psylocke Island.

Venerable Lingdie gave earnest advice to his daughter Yu Rouzi.

Ever since he was pissed off by his lazy apprentice, he slammed the table in a domineering manner and declared that he would get all the detailed information about Zhang Tian within ten minutes!
He is indeed worthy of being called Venerable Spirit Butterfly.

Soon, I found Zhang Tian's information. "Name: Zhang Tian, ​​male, no parents, homebody, 1200 million in savings, no other detailed information."

Lord Lingdie: ...

He didn't know why his subordinates said that the investigation report was very expensive and cost 500,000 yuan per copy, but who could blame him for being rich?

So Venerable Lingdie took the information and found his daughter, trying to persuade her earnestly and expose the true face of Zhang Tian, ​​the hateful liar.

Then he was met with a cold stare from Yu Rouzi, who said something that made Venerable Lingdie shudder, "Dad! You don't understand him at all!"

Venerable Lingdie: Yellow...yellow hair?
But he was just overthinking. Yu Rouzi took out the photo she had taken at Zhang Tian's place before. It was nothing but the alchemy furnace that continuously produced pills. "Dad, look, this is the master's ability. He transformed an electric rice cooker into an alchemy furnace. He can refine hundreds of pills in an hour!"

Venerable Lingdie:?

He looked at the photo with a bewildered face, then looked at the body-tempering pills his daughter brought back. His head was buzzing for a moment. As a super master, he couldn't figure out how this was modified using a rice cooker!

He decided to give it a try.

Then a few days later, the pharmacist who had woken up looked at the steaming hot pot, the induction cooker, the electric rice cooker, the pressure cooker and other so-called alchemy utensils sent by Venerable Lingdie, and slowly formed a question mark in his mind.

Pharmacist:?
(End of this chapter)