Li Shangen blinked and shook his head. He didn't know much about this.
Ding Zheng was vaguely thinking.
It's not a monkey, let alone an ordinary gorilla.
Although the bloodline of the King Kong clan has never been reflected in it, it does not mean that it does not exist.
It is very possible that this is a manifestation of one of the characteristics of the Vajra bloodline.
The body’s powerful defense!
Even before he practiced Iron Clothes Shirt, he had already reached the level of an ordinary human like Yan Zhendong who had been practicing for more than half a year.
Yan Zhendong thought for a long time with no result, and shook his head to clear away other thoughts: "Forget it, let's do it like this!"
After struggling for a long time, the training of Ding Zhengtiebushan finally started.
After the force was strong enough, Ding Zheng could clearly feel the burning pain on the surface of his body.
As Yan Zhendong slapped it, it felt as if its entire body was being thrown into a frying pan.
At the same time, the inner Qi of the Boy's Gong in the waist and abdomen also began to become more active and move continuously with sufficient stimulation to resist Yan Zhendong's tapping.
When it gets completely dark, the round of practice is finally completed.
Ding Zheng gritted his teeth and tried to hold on.
Yan Zhendong wasn't much better either.
With Ding Zheng's defensive power, he had to use all his strength to be effective. After a few slaps, he was covered in sweat.
"Starting tomorrow we will practice with cloth."
Yan Zhendong thought for a while, then told Li Shangen to directly increase Ding Zheng's training progress by one level.
"Damn it, I changed to cloth almost after practicing for a year..." Yan Zhendong shook his head with an incomprehensible look on his face.
"Some people are just gifted, especially in hard skills such as Iron Clothes. One year of their practice is equivalent to several years of practice for others, and their starting point is higher. After such people succeed in practicing Iron Clothes,
, will be very terrifying, but this kind of person is rare to see in a hundred years..." Yan Zhendong remembered what his master had said when he was practicing, and the look he looked at Ding Zheng became even more strange.
"Is this monkey really the kind of martial arts wizard who is rare to see in a century?" Yan Zhendong thought, feeling that his whole brain was dizzy and filled with absurdity.
…
Ding Zheng rested all night.
The next day, although the injury was still recovering, he still went out to perform.
The money can’t stop!
After finishing work in the afternoon, it did not go directly to Yan Zhendong, but took Li Shangen to Baozhilin.
The practice of iron cloth shirt must be combined with medicinal materials.
You can buy medicinal herbs anywhere, and it certainly won’t hurt to become familiar with them in Baozhilin.
Fortunately, after such a long time, Huang Feihong finally stopped being prejudiced against animals.
When he saw Li Shangen bringing a monkey to buy medicine, he greeted him with a smile!
"You, you, you...have you been here before?" Yacasu looked at Ding Zheng and Li Shangen, and for a moment he didn't remember.
"You don't even know this? This is the famous monkey these days!" The braid is coiled on his head. He is eight feet tall and his waist is close to eight feet. The coarse cloth shirt he wears can't even cover the fat pork.
Rong said.
Zhu Zhurong is another apprentice of Huang Feihong. His side job is selling pork. He is extremely fat and has the highest fighting ability among all his apprentices.
That huge body is the guarantee of strength.
Zhu Zhurong kept circling around Ding Zheng, his eyes narrowed into two slits, and he looked very excited. He had obviously seen Li Shangen and Ding Zheng perform.
"What the hell?" Yacasu looked confused.
Compared to Pork Rong, who sells pork outside and has an out-of-touch personality, Yacasu is much quieter. He basically stays in Baozhilin and follows Huang Feihong to concentrate on learning medical skills and doesn't pay much attention to the outside world.
Even when Huang Feihong went out, he would read alone in Baozhilin and study acupuncture points, a typical otaku keen on entertaining himself.
Zhu Zhurong glanced at Yacasu and his face darkened: "Fake foreign devils are fake foreign devils. Even the monkeys don't know."
"I don't know about the monkey. Am I also a fake foreign devil?"
Suddenly, a nasal voice sounded.
Zhu Zhurong immediately put on a smiling face, turned around and saluted: "Master, of course not."
Jet Li-looking Huang Feihong walked over, wearing a brown robe and meticulously combed snake tail, staring at Pork Rong with a stern look on his face.
"What does the fake foreign devil have to do with knowing the monkey?" Huang Feihong asked.
"Of course!" Zhu Zhurong responded conditionedly, then immediately shrank his neck. After thinking about it for a moment, he said helplessly, "No!"
"If not, then who told you to say that?" Huang Feihong was very dignified in front of his disciples, and Xun Di Zhurong did not dare to refute.
"Master, I was wrong. I will never say that again." Zhu Zhurong immediately gave up.
In fact, Zhu Zhurong just hasn't read a book, and he has a quick temper and can speak freely, but he actually doesn't have a bad heart.
"Then I'll spare you once. There should be no one coming to seek medical advice now. Go back and rest!" Huang Feihong stood next to Zhu Rong. He was much shorter than Zhu Rong, but he was undoubtedly more powerful.
"It's Master." Zhu Zhurong responded feebly. After being taught a lesson by Master, his mood naturally did not get better, but he knew that he had done something wrong and did not dare to argue. He looked at Ding Zheng reluctantly and left Baozhilin.
After teaching his apprentice, Huang Feihong looked at Li Shangen and Ding Zheng, smiled, and looked quite handsome indeed: "The apprentice is ignorant, it's a joke."
Li Shangen also heard that Bao Zhilin's doctor was a well-known martial arts master. He didn't dare to make excuses, so he quickly bowed and said: "It's okay, it's okay."
After Huang Feihong glanced at Li Shangen for a few times, he naturally set his eyes on Ding Zheng, and then couldn't move away. While looking at him, he asked: "Excuse me, is this friend coming to see a doctor or to take medicine?"
Li Shangen immediately said: "Get the medicine, we are here to get the medicine."
As he spoke, he took out the prescription written by Yan Zhendong.
Ding Zheng originally wanted to change the writing to make it more attractive, but he was afraid that there would be problems with the change, so he simply took over the original version.
Huang Feihong took the prescription and read it for a long time, then looked at Li Shangen with a strange look and asked, "Are you going to practice hard qigong?"
Li Shangen immediately shook his head, pointed at Ding Zheng and said: "It's not me, it's it!"
Ding Zheng squatted on the ground, trying to make himself inconspicuous, but when he heard this, he raised his head, looked at Huang Feihong, and grinned.
Huang Feihong's eyes were stunned and he looked at Li Shangen: "This is not a joke."
Li Shangen laughed dryly and explained: "I know this is hard to believe, but it's true."
Before coming here, Ding Zheng reminded Li Shangen that there was no need to hide his specialness and intelligence in Baozhilin.
At this time, although Li Shangen was still the apparent "master."
But in fact, Ding Zheng has almost all the say.
After all, the audience only likes to see Ding Zheng, this strange monkey.