Bawangquan's inner strength and mind method, one skill has many methods, and the changes are endless. Patriarchs of all dynasties must learn the unique knowledge, and then use their own comprehension to turn it into their own exclusive exercises.
For example, Feng Wanli has penetrated the true meaning of restraint in life, and evolved it into the great hermit in the market.
Feng Qianchi learned Bawangquan inner strength since he was a child, and he only wanted to become the head of the family. Greed drove him to evolve his mentality into anti-Bawangquan inner strength. The 200-power technique can be said to be specially designed for seizing power.
As for Feng Quan's Wild Seed Strength, just like its name, it is a force that is forced out, and it is a technique born to survive after being oppressed and bullied.
Ye Zhongjin avoids the seventy-two major acupoints in the whole body, Ren Du's two meridians, eight extraordinary meridians, does not take the cycle of the sky, and focuses on the unknown weak blood vessels, muscles, bones, and cells to diffuse and run around. It can be used as an outlet for qi, and it can also become an entrance in the next second. It is only defined by the surface layer of skin, allowing true qi to circulate freely in the body.
When the last local organ was opened, Feng Quan's whole body circulation was established, and the running air rubbed against each other to form high heat, causing the water in the body to evaporate and form a large amount of white smoke.
"Girl! Fatty! Get out of the way!" At this moment, Feng Quan shouted loudly.
Huang Yibo instinctively stood in front of Shen Wan'er, using his body to shield Wan'er who was hanging in the air and could not dodge.
"Do you want to die? Get out of here!" Wan'er didn't appreciate it, she clamped Huang Yibo's neck with her feet, and threw him to the ground. At this time, the first hole-penetrating iron hook on Feng Quan's chest was blown out, and it just flew towards Wan'er. It was impossible for a fat man to dodge such a thing, but Wan'er could.
Turning over on her belly, Wan'er stood on the wall at once, and the iron hook was nailed into the position where she just dropped.
Take a closer look at the iron hook, the tip of the hook rubbed by Feng Quan's true energy is bright red, like a burnt iron.
Soon, hole-penetrating hooks were blasted out of Feng Quan's body one after another, and the huge prison cell was filled with bone-penetrating hooks that had been fixed on his body.
When he fell back to the ground again, his aura was already like that of a demon god.
A large amount of steam overflowed from the 144 holes in his body. Even when he opened his mouth to speak, billowing steam would come out of his mouth. It seemed that his whole body was emitting a dark red glow like a branding iron, as if he had already Train yourself into an artificial sun.
Just being in the same room with him turned what should have been an ice cellar into a hot sandy beach.
"Damn, my steel heart is so painful just to speed up the blood circulation that I'm going to die. You look like... how painful should it be?" thing.
The high temperature not only exposed every inch of skin, every organ, and every blood vessel to pain like a furnace, but even the eyeballs were burned red, and everything he saw was covered with a layer of blood.
"Follow me." Feng Quan had already grasped the shackles on Wan'er's hands when he spoke, pulled them outward, and the locks were easily broken like plastic, and he also casually took off Huang Yibo's shackles up.
"Hey, is this okay for you? With such a large amount of steam, your body will soon become dehydrated. I don't know how amazing the exercises you practice are, but if the human body is dehydrated by more than 30%, it must be dead. "Wan'er worried.
"Are you caring about me? As a bastard, besides my dead mother, there is also a servant who obeyed me. You are the first girl who cares about me." Feng Quan smiled.
"I was worried that you would burn yourself without opening the door." Wan'er always felt that Feng Quan was looking at her with burning eyes, probably because her eyes were red
"Follow me." Feng Quan strolled to the steel gate, put his red palm flat on it, and with one move, they seemed to be hit by cannonballs, and the locks around the gate were smashed with a bang. It broke, and the door was ejected out of the depression, and it happened to be inserted into the opposite wall.
"Is this a supernatural function, or a genetic mutation..." Looking at this scene, Huang Yibo was also ashamed. He couldn't explain everything he saw in a physical way. After all, Feng Quan didn't throw his fist to destroy it. The door twisted and crumbled.
"Don't think about it, there is no answer if you try to break your head. There are too many secrets in this world that cannot be explained by science." Wan'er touched Huang Yibo's head and led him to follow Feng Quan. Get out of this damn cage.
Before walking to the door, Feng Quan was already showing signs of dehydration. He happened to see a water pipe next to him and broke it with his bare hands. A large amount of mountain spring water gushed over him, like putting a soldering iron into a bucket. The sound was accompanied by a large amount of white steam pouring into the prison, and the smoke was surrounded like a sauna.
When Shen Ming walked to the prison door, he happened to see the white steam gushing out from the gap in the stone door.
"Get out of the way!" Shen Ming turned around and yelled at the slaves of both sides who were still fighting in front of the door, while he turned around and leaned against the rock wall and dodged aside.
There was only a loud bang, and the 5-meter-high double-opening prison door exploded into countless pieces of rubble, which were sprayed out like shotguns. A dozen house slaves. They were all reminded by Shen Ming, and they took some precautions, so they were only injured, not dead.
Accompanied by billowing white smoke, the thin Feng Quan twisted his neck and walked out of the prison barefoot, the crimson color of his whole body became a little darker after being poured by the bone-piercing mountain spring.
"Brother Shen Ming, are you safe?" Feng Quan looked at Shen Ming beside the rock wall and smiled, even talking, his mouth was smoking.
"Little kid, the difference between you and Hanamaki is only a handful of green onions..." Shen Ming sighed.
"Thank you for helping me bring my third aunt back. Regarding the reward, let's talk about it later. Now, let's talk about it after I clean up that bastard brother first." After Feng Quan finished speaking, he looked at Feng Qian who was in the distance. ruler.
"Brother, I'm here to look for you." Feng Quan's voice was not loud, but Feng Qianchi on the Bu Er stage did notice him.
Qian Chi shook off Feng Ruotong and looked back, as if the two met on the training ground for the first time.
The youngest who used to be weak and bullied can now stand on a high ground and look down on the elder brother who takes care of him. This is a... What a frustrating thing for Qianchi.
Extraordinary people naturally take an extraordinary path. Feng Quan gave up the stairs and walked directly to the edge of the platform to land freely. There was a drop of 30 meters below him, but he landed on the ground with a steady squat, and the impact force was on the lower platform. A pit with a diameter of 2 meters was left on the ground, and the floor tiles were shaken into spider web patterns.
"Is this kid already superhuman?" Shen Ming was ashamed... Even he couldn't do such an anti-human thing.
"Brother Doubi, are you my brother Doubi? Why were you beaten so ugly?" Afterwards, Shen Wan'er who came out looked at Shen Ming's swollen eyes and bruised body, which was both funny and worried.
"You try to hit more than a hundred martial arts masters in one breath? Guaranteed to be uglier than me now." Seeing that the little girl is safe and sound, Shen Ming suddenly wants to try to lock her up for a few more days.
Feng Quan's jumping advance quickly descended to the plane where the iron cable connecting the Fuji platform was located. This is the battle zone of many of Feng Qianchi's subordinates. Two red-eyed house slaves charged up with their axes, "Traitor! Die!"
Feng Quan didn't even look at the two people behind him. He just took a step back, let the two axes swing from his shoulders, and lightly patted the chests of the two with his open hands, and flew out after being hit. The two of them were bleeding from seven holes, their internal organs were all burst, and they were dead when they fell to the ground.
The blood sprayed onto Feng Quan's hand, and was quickly dissipated in red steam.
"This inner strength... I've never seen it before." Feng Qianchi said in shock.
"If you don't want to die, stay away from me. This is the grievance between me and my elder brother. What are you doing here?" Feng Quan warned, no one dared to step forward, as stupefied as a bastard seeing a lion.
Stepping on the thick iron chain, Feng Quan walked towards Buertai. The battle became milder unconsciously, and even stopped. Everyone couldn't help watching the encounter of the pair.
"Can all the irrelevant people leave for a while?" Feng Quan ordered to all the people on the stage.
"Who do you think you are? Are you really the next generation Patriarch?" Feng Fengshan was displeased with the eldest brother, and also displeased with the youngest bastard. Who can be the Patriarch? Natural wild species can't do it, and neither can the elder brother who kills his father. In the end, it's his turn.
"Do you want to force me and big brother to join forces to do you all, and then decide the outcome? I don't care if I am the head of the family, and naturally I don't care about being a polished commander." Feng Quan's cold and arrogant murderous look is just like Feng Qianchi It is absolutely unwise to offend the two big devils at this time.
"Stop all of them, and make plans after they decide the winner." The Supreme Elder gave an order, and he also called everyone to leave Buertai quickly. Obviously, it depends on whether Feng Quan is qualified to be the 19th generation head of the Feng family. All in one fell swoop.
If he loses, he will fight and force the photos to be torn up. If he wins, Feng Qianchi will be saved from the trouble, and everyone will have a long-term discussion on the position of Patriarch. Wouldn't it be great
Everyone quickly left the stage to clear the field, and stood back on the iron chain. Now that the bosses stopped fighting, the little guys below naturally quieted down, as if everyone changed from a murderous butcher to a peace-loving one in an instant. Activists.
"Feng Quan, can you handle it all by yourself?" Ruotong asked worriedly, having fought Feng Qianchi before.
"You should be the third aunt, right? You are as beautiful as a fairy. You don't need to worry about the third aunt. Life and death are up to me, and the outcome is up to heaven." Feng Quan is as open-minded as a river.
"Be careful." Feng Ruotong also retreated to the iron chain.
Shen Ming took Wan'er and Huang Yibo to sit on the edge of the platform. Huang Yibo kept wanting to pee because he looked down at the height below. Shen Ming and Wan'er only felt that they were short of a pack of popcorn. After all, such a wonderful show still needs some popcorn.