I can get stronger by picking up

Chapter 246

Two and a half hours later, when the special plane landed, Wang Teng went straight to the hotel where he was staying with the vehicle that had been prepared for him.

After arriving at the hotel, Wang Teng first saw Zhang Fei who seemed to be waiting for a long time in the cold wind. When Wang Teng got off the car, he greeted him with an excited smile on his face.

"Mr. Wang, you've come, I've been waiting until the flowers are gone."

Seeing Wang Teng pick up the Pu Dao casually, Zhang Fei hurriedly said, "I'll get it, I'll get it."

Such dog legs?

Wang Teng raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure you want to get it?"

Zhang Fei then patted his chest: "Can such a small thing trouble me? Besides, Mr. Wang, you are exhausted, so you should take a rest."

Wang Teng nodded thoughtfully, "It makes sense, all right, come and get it."

As he said that, he threw the plain knife weighing several thousand catties in the past. Zhang Fei, who was full of smiles on his face, used his hands for a moment, and felt that the simple knife was extremely heavy, as if a car had thrown it over.

He staggered, crooked as if he was about to fall to the ground, Wang Teng put his arms around him so that he could watch Zhang Fei's movements leisurely.

"You can't even hold this little thing, can you?"

Being provoked by Wang Teng, Zhang Fei immediately breathed out his true energy, and with two thuds with his feet, after stabilizing his figure, he let out a "puh" in his mouth, and forcefully held up the simple knife.

Seeing Zhang Fei blushing and thick neck, Wang Teng said with a smile: "It looks good, let's lead the way."

"Okay... okay!"

Seeing Zhang Fei swaying three times a step, Wang Teng shook his head and said, "You have entered the state of tendon movement and mastered the three meridians. Can't you lift it?"

Zhang Fei blushed, his arms were bulging, his veins were bulging, and he said word by word: "Mr. Wang, it's not like you don't know how much a warrior's explosive strength and own strength are."

Wang Teng clicked his tongue, shook his head slightly and said: "It seems that your body still needs to be practiced."

Ordinary warriors have limit strength in cultivation, but Wang Teng is obviously out of common sense. As for how strong he is now, I don't know at all.

After all, who has nothing to do to measure strength.

While walking, Wang Teng asked, "Has anything happened in the past few days?"

"Hoohoo...no big deal, it's just that there is still a week left for Wu San to prepare for the competition, and he is training hard day and night now, threatening to open the sword bone, suppress the same generation, and start invincible from now on the road."

Zhang Fei laughed and said, "I don't know when I will wake up from the dream. Isn't it better to keep your feet on the ground?"

In fact, what kind of sword bone Wu San was clamoring for, Wang Teng had dragged him over to examine it carefully before, but unfortunately, he almost didn't dissect it, and still couldn't find the so-called sword bone. Wang Teng pondered for a while, seeing Wu San so Faithful, it should be similar to spiritual will.

From a certain point of view, warriors visualize the spirit map of martial arts and condense their martial will. From a scientific point of view, they need to believe in themselves, so that they can concentrate their spirits extremely, achieve their martial will, and then reach the level of interfering with material reality with their spirits. .

It can be said that in the comparison of spiritual will, even a monk who specializes in condensing the soul can't compare with the warrior's spiritual will.

Wang Teng: "It's probably not the time yet, Wu San's swordsmanship is really good."

While chatting casually, Zhang Fei panted heavily before he informed that both Chen Gang and Zhang Zixuan had been dragged to a meeting.

He said excitedly: "The person who presides over the meeting is Sikong Tianyu, the head of the six sects, Sikong Tianyu, the legendary master of martial arts, the peak of blood refining and marrow washing, and the person who stands at the pinnacle of martial arts!"

Wang Teng pinched his chin and pondered: "Wu Dao is at the peak, I heard that this Sikong Tianyu is one step away from refining blood and washing his marrow, otherwise he wouldn't look like this gray-haired old man. There is a sign of rejuvenation."

"Hey, for that kind of character, it's almost the same for us whether he reaches the peak or not."

Zhang Fei's face was filled with emotion, and he was extremely excited.

Wang Teng was dumbfounded. Martial saints also have different realms. The power possessed by the martial saints of the Dzogchen realm of refining blood and marrow is unimaginable for ordinary people.

Taking Ma Zheng as an example, a monk who is in the realm of enlightenment may be able to retreat completely under the hands of a warrior who has just entered the realm of martial arts, but if he meets a true peak martial saint, he may be able to tell the winner in just one move .

The martial saint's spiritual will is extremely strong, and he can easily interfere with the material reality. If the monks use the so-called stagnation technique, as long as they move their minds, those monks will have nothing to do if they drain the air.

The further the martial arts goes, the more mysterious it becomes.

It's a pity that the road is broken.

After Zhang Fei arrived at the residence prepared for him, Wang Teng walked to the window and opened the curtains, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Behind the hotel is a super-large training ground, with rings, wooden figures, and weapon racks. Have.

Scattered among them were more than a dozen men and women practicing their fists and wielding weapons.

What surprised him was that almost all of these people's strength was in the Bone Crying realm, and he couldn't help asking, "Are these all contestants?"

Zhang Fei lay on the edge of the window, looked at the cultivation of the people below, nodded slightly, and said enviously: "Yes, Daxia Kyushu, each state will determine three top masters in the campus, especially Liangzhou and Yongzhou Tsk tsk in these two places, when those six people appeared, I thought I had met a grandmaster."

He snapped his fingers and said enthusiastically: "There are three people from Liangzhou, including two men and one woman. One is Zhang Sen, who is two meters tall and weighs more than 300 catties. Invincible, Baibu Shenquan is amazing, although he is not a horizontal martial artist, but he is also difficult to hurt with a sword, hey, look at him."

Following what Zhang Fei pointed out, a tower-like man was holding a huge iron block in both hands to do chest pushes. His muscles were knotted and full of extreme strength. His thick fingers were covered with Cocoon.

Wang Teng glanced at it and stopped paying attention, and said casually: "The wax head of the silver gun is a fancy but useless product. I thought it was so powerful."

This guy is indeed very strong, but his figure is out of shape. If you meet someone who is focused and sensitive

Zhang Fei grinned when he heard it. Yes, it is true for Wang Teng, a horizontal martial arts practitioner who has been promoted to a master, but for them, this guy is like a tank. The explosive force stirred the air, making a low whistling sound, which made people suffocate.

At least even Zhang Fei, a bystander, was thrilled.

Of course, having seen Wang Teng's methods, the two of them are completely insignificant in comparison.

Wang Teng is pure violence, bursting into inhuman strength under the rampage.

Zhang Fei grinned and said, "This is completely incomparable. You are a master, but he is just a bone-crying warrior."

(End of this chapter)