C5
Oak, twenty-seven years old, height one hundred and ninety centimeters, weight ninety kilograms, and battle record of United States of America, one hundred against ninety victories.
Oak had once been fortunate enough to go to the Siberia black market boxing training camp and receive the Devil Instructor Bo Lang's training.
Ultimate Attack - Right High Sweep Kick. Both kills use the right High Sweep Kick.
/p p According to his measurements, he had kicked four times per second!
It was a combination of strength and speed.
He didn't want to earn that much money, he wanted to continue improving himself, wanted to train himself through blood training — — /p /p Duan Hong flipped through the pages, and below them was Oak's experience from a young age, as well as the introduction of the training camp of the Siberia Black Market Fist.
/p p is very interested in this Duan Hong.
The Siberia Training Camp specialized in training black market boxers.
One of them is on the permafrost inside the Arctic Circle.
/p p An island 200 nautical miles south of Bering Strait - The training camp named the nameless island Zhukov.
One of them was in the primeval forest.
The instructors in the Siberia Training Camp were former special officers of the Soviet Army and KGB agents.
/p p The coach here says, "It doesn't matter that people always die during training. As long as a third of the people are still alive, it means that the training was successful. "
The great Black Market Fist King, Battle-Axe King Teng, and Demon King of Hell Anthony Marcus all came from this training camp.
Duan Hong let out a long sigh and closed the data. This training camp is quite interesting.
A sound similar to a wild donkey's could be heard outside the house.
Duan Hong hurriedly put away the information. If he let that good guy see it, he would be done for.
When he walked out of the room, he saw a tall and thin old monk. His face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were protruding out of his face like copper bells.
He held the jug of wine in his hand, his cheeks red.
/p p "Second Master, you were looking for me?"
Withered Grass grabbed Duan Hong's arm and said, "Comprehension of the wine! Today, I was inspired! I actually made the Song Dynasty's Wumu Wine! Quickly follow me!"
Duan Hong saw the anxiousness on Second Master's face and felt a bit worried: The last time Second Master made the wine, I drank it to the point that my intestines were almost pulled out. Will there be any problems this time?
"Second Master, should we find Junior Apprentice Brother Apprentice Brother Appreciation and have him try it out first? Otherwise, if he continued to drink for a few more weeks, I'm afraid that the Comprehension Wine might not be able to take it."
Duan Hong thought about the fever of the confinement. That guy can't defeat the cockroach, so it's pretty good to have him to do an experiment.
Withered Grass waved his hand. "No need, no need. This guarantee is a success and the wine it brews is extremely little. Don't tell anyone, especially that old man with the dried wood. That old man always steals wine in the middle of the night."
When they arrived at the wine cellar, Duan Hong was immediately attracted by a strange fragrance and felt excited for it.
Such a rich fragrance must be the wumu that Second Master talked about.
The first time he came here, he had just entered the Ku Chan Temple. The dried grass made a vat of medicinal wine for him to refine his body, and as a result, Duan Hong's body became uncontrollably out of control, causing the entire wine cellar to become a mess.
Although there were many styles of wine here, there were all sorts of ancient wines, modern wines, white spirits, foreign wines, dried red wine, etc.
In the center of the wine cellar, there was an exhibition stand, and on it was a bottle of goat fat with a thin neck. In these four years of Ku Chan Temple, Duan Hong had always been proud of his sense of smell, and could be said to be more sensitive than dogs.
It was easy to see that the smell was coming from the bottle.
The smell that was comparable to a virgin's body fragrance rushed into his brain through Duan Hong's nose. As if it was a conditioned reflex, he opened his mouth and drooled, "Second Master, this — is this your newly brewed Wumu Divine Wine?"
The wrinkles on his face were like chrysanthemums as they gathered together. His pair of bell-like eyes flickered as he held the jug of black wine and gulped down a large mouthful.
"Of course, the Wumu Divine Wine was passed down by your Grand Master. I spent all my life's energy and have finally made it. If it weren't for the fact that some of the materials were already extinct, it would have been completed long ago."
Duan Hong sighed inwardly. Second Master's addiction had increased again. When I first came, he was only drinking from a small bottle. Now that he switched to the wine jar, it was fortunate that he knew how to brew. Otherwise, ordinary people wouldn't be able to support him.
Duan Hong reached out to grab the bottle of mutton fat and immediately stopped it. He put down the jar and burped with a smile. "Comprehension, ah. I'll do it myself.
He thought to himself: This is how I gave you the white peach dew last time. I can't let you do it this time.
How could Duan Hong not know what he was thinking? He took a step back and sat on a wooden barrel filled with dried red wine as he silently watched.
Carefully, the withered grass picked up the mutton fat bottle. Casually taking a clean bowl from the side, he scooped out half a bowl of white sand spring water and poured a drop from the bottle.
/p p "Heh heh, you – you try it."
Duan Hong almost fell off the barrel. "Second Master!" "You can't be, last time, when pork meat poured water into the meat, Third Master and I fought fiercely, you actually — even if you add some water to the wine, it's still fine, but you can't add half a bowl of water to a single drop of wine right!"
Duan Hong took the bowl and gulped it down.
How do you feel?" asked the little monkey anxiously. "How do you feel?
Duan Hong pursed his lips and said, "Other than being a bit greasy, a bit spicy, and a bit sweet, there's nothing special about it —"
As soon as he finished speaking, his internal organs felt as if they were on fire. All the hairs on his body stood up, his heart was beating crazily, and his originally pitch black eyes turned red. His body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Second Master, what exactly did you add here?" What? I'm so excited right now, so excited. "
Duan Hong's body was like a balloon that was filled with air as he continuously charged forward.
The excitement on Withered Grass's face was even more exaggerated than Duan Hong's as he danced and laughed. "Success! Success! Hahaha!
Duan Hong said coldly, "Second Master, if your wine cellar is not destroyed like last time, tell me quickly what should we do now? I can't seem to control all the strength in my body. "
When the dried grass heard this, it disappeared in an instant. In the blink of an eye, it came back with a push of its iron chain and tied Duan Hong up without saying anything. Duan Hong was still worried, so he took a cow tendon rope that was as thick as an arm and wrapped it around Duan Hong like a dumpling.
/p p Despicable and shameless!
He was simply an animal!
If it was four years ago, he definitely wouldn't dare to think like this. He had been with her for a long time, and every time he was tricked, it was because of him.
Each of the three teachers was more shameless than the last. Every time a new wine was brewed from withered grass, it would be called Duan Hong's experiment. In the past, they would at most drink it and pull their stomachs for a few days.
Duan Hong regretted speaking out loud and directly smashed his wine cellar.
Willow sat on Duan Hong, holding the wine jar and gulping down a few mouthfuls with a victorious look on her face.
Comprehending the wine," he said. "It's a good thing that you reminded me. In fact, you can bear it for a while longer, but in your heart, I'll teach you the Lotus Codex, and you can slowly convert this energy into qi and sink it into your dantian.
At this moment, Duan Hong's face was completely red. The black and red color in his eyes changed alternately, and he suddenly became clear-headed and manic.
Yue Wumu had taken down Xiangyang City for the first time that year. He could be said to be a ferocious tiger, and every time he appeared on the battlefield, he would drink a bowl of this kind of wine. He was like a tiger or lion in the battlefield.
Deadgrass's face was filled with yearning, as if he had become Yue Wumu. He continued, "If every warrior had drunk this divine wine back then, why would they fear a golden soldier? It was just that the supplies were scarce and the traitor was in charge. Yue Wumu wrote down his name for the last time: Earth and Dust, Cloud and Moon of the Eight Thousand Li Path. Don't be idle. Your hair is white. Just what kind of boldness is this, what kind of magnanimity is this!? "
Duan Hong knew that this poem was popular. Wu Mu was already past his prime when he wrote it, but what did it have to do with alcohol?
When Wu Mu died, all that was left was a bowl of turbid wine. A bowl of turbid wine that smelled so good!
He suddenly threw the jar of wine and smashed it to pieces. Then he turned around and grabbed Duan Hong with both hands and looked him straight in the eye.
"Wine of enlightenment, this Wumu Divine Wine has been around for generations. It's the War God's Wine and the Wine of Violence! "If I didn't have a disciple like you, I don't think I would have brewed this Wu Mu wine.
At this moment, Duan Hong felt that his body was just like what the withered grass said. As long as you try your best to control it, it will return to normal after a while. At least it didn't feel as bloated as before and said: "Second Master, from what you said, this Wu Mu wine seems to be specially made for me?"
The withered grass thought to itself: Of course. Do you think there are a lot of people who possess Violent Spirit?
This Wumu Divine Wine might really be able to help you.
Duan Hong was lying on the ground when he suddenly felt the ground shake. He was secretly delighted and immediately shouted: "Third Master, Third Master! "Wu Tie is going to abuse this disciple …"
Withered Grass was startled. He reached out his hand to Duan Hong's mouth and whispered, "You stinking brat, you dare to call me Withered Root Old Man." "Be careful, I'll poke you with a bottle of wine —
/p p "Pa!"
The ten-centimeter thick wooden door of the wine cellar was kicked into smithereens, and a short, fat man came in bare-chested, swinging the fat on his body.
This person had a wooden spoon in his hand and a black metal buddhist pearl hanging from his neck. He looked like Chen Pi, but his face was full of murderous intent.
Withered Root ran a few steps forward. He weighed nearly 300 pounds. Just as he passed by the wine cellar, Duan Hong immediately sensed his heavy body and shouted.
In addition to the musk Duan Hong gave him just now, he was feeling really happy. However, when he saw that Duan Hong was covered in a spiderweb, he immediately got angry.
While speaking, Withered Root took a big spoon and poked at the dead grass.
Deadgrass immediately stood up and hid the Wumu Divine Wine in his bosom. "Who let you in, go!
/p p Withered roots untied Duan Hong.
Liu Tie said, "Third Master, what new Wumu Divine Wine did Second Master get? The smell is really good, it's the one he just hid, the old brat wants to take it all for himself!"
/p p "Hm?"
Just now, he was just thinking about Duan Hong, so he didn't notice that the air was filled with a strange fragrance.
/p p
