"Little baby, if I don't want to give up, I can help me. Anyone I want to kill can help me." The old man saw what he was thinking.
Sang stopped moving in the corner and stood up slightly, his eyes were cloudy and scary.
The old man was startled when he saw him, and then he was a little happy: "If I have any hatred, I will help me."
"He wants to learn martial arts. He wants to learn the most powerful martial arts in Tiandong, which can kill people." Sang Zhi got up from the ground with a sinister voice.
"Okay, ahem... little baby, I have hundreds of years of external force outside my body. Please ask me to listen to my words, and I will pass on all the external force to me."
"He is willing." Sang Zhi did not hesitate at all.
The old man stared at him intently, his eyes rolled, he stretched his legs into his arms, took out a red porcelain bottle, and threw it to Sang Zhi's feet: "Just beg me to take the pills in the porcelain bottle, and I will pass on the external force to me."
Sang Zhi bent down to pick up the porcelain bottle, opened it, poured it into his mouth and swallowed it.
"Little baby, why don't I ask if there's anything in the bottle?" The old man was shocked by such straightforwardness.
"What about the poison that penetrates the intestines? Just ask Ke to do what he wants. He is afraid of everything." Death is not scary to him at all. If she dies, maybe he can see her.
When they were still alive, he dragged everyone into the oil pan and slowly simmered them.
"Hahahaha, good, good, good, little baby has courage." The old man laughed.
He never misjudges people. The kid is a martial arts prodigy. Without any external force, his murderous aura is so strong that he has been trained to be a good tool for killing people.
Of course, the sharper the knife, the more valuable it is.
"Now we can teach him how to kill people."
"Okay, little baby, please remember that the life I have now does not belong to me. Someone will ask me for help in the future." The old man waved his leg towards him: "Little baby, I am coming over here."
Sang Zhi walked over.
"Walking eastward cross-legged, the process will be very painful. Whether the little baby can survive it depends on me."
Sang Zhi walked eastward, his eyes firm.
The old man turned his head and looked at the rising black mist on his arms. He raised his legs to unlock the acupuncture points outside his body. The black mist spread instantly outside his body. He forced all his external strength into the palm of his hand.
Suddenly he soared into the sky, and the wind from his palm hit Sang Zhi's Tianling Cap.
"ah……"
A heart-rending cry echoed across the sky.
Sang Zhi's whole body felt as if he was wrapped in a fireball. Powerful external force was continuously transmitted outside his body, and the external force spread and impacted his skin, as if his whole body was about to explode in a second.
"No, I can't hold it back anymore." The old man looked ferocious. He was seriously injured and couldn't control the breath outside his body. He looked at the little baby as if he wanted to explode.
He wanted to take it but couldn't.
It's over, the child won't survive.
All the external forces he had accumulated for a hundred years poured into his body, and no one could bear the pressure and pain.
Sang Zhi's whole body was trembling, and the air flow on his skin was not shaking. Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes: "Ah..."
A sharp sound came out, and the old man was bounced away in an instant and hit the wall. He raised his eyes to look at the little baby, his eyes were shocked, and the airflow was still rushing outside the child's body.
The old man could almost see beneath his skin, and his bones were being entangled and twisted by the airflow.
"It's hopeless. A hundred years of external strength will be wasted by criticizing him..."
The old man complained not to the little doll that was about to explode in front of him, but to the external force of his own life.
I thought that the child's strong perseverance could become the carrier of his external power, so that if his external power was exhausted, he could still hold a murderous weapon.
