Zhang Debiao sat in this demi-dimensional space for more than ten days without eating, drinking or moving. It seemed that even the five senses and six consciousnesses of his body were completely sealed off.
In front of him, the fists left by the Twelve Fighting Saints were triggered and reappeared by his mental power from time to time, wreaking havoc in the space of the demiplane, and then being erased by the plane.
Tu Meng, Elder Titan and others came in several times to bring him some food, but when they saw that Zhang Debiao didn't touch the food at all, the two elders felt something was wrong.
"He doesn't eat or drink like this, and is even more devoted than we were at that time. Even if he realizes the martial arts of Dou Sheng, his vitality will be greatly damaged." Elder Titan said worriedly.
"It's nothing to understand. What I'm most worried about is that I can't understand anything." Elder Tumeng sighed: "Aman is more diligent than us. If he doesn't understand, his mental damage will definitely be more serious than us. This
The thing is that I am too impatient. If his knowledge and cultivation were a little higher, or..."
"It's useless to say this now. Wait one more day. If he is still like this one day later, we will knock him out and fight him out! This kid is the most promising genius in our southern Xinjiang to become a fighting saint. We must not destroy him here!"
Another day passed, and the two elders entered the dragon turtle's belly again. This time they were surprised to find that Zhang Debiao had actually moved his position. Instead of sitting in the original place, he ran to the middle of the fist of the fighting saint!
"He's crazy! Just that fist force blasted out a deep trench a hundred meters long and more than ten meters wide on the ground. He actually ran to the center of the saint's fist force. Didn't he want to live? How domineering the saint's fist was.
With just a touch of your fist, you can beat him to the point where not even a scrap is left!"
The two elders rushed over in a hurry. When they reached a short distance from Zhang Debiao, they stopped involuntarily because they saw that although Zhang Debiao was in the middle of the fist, the saint's fist never broke out.
Instead of breaking out, Zhang Debiao started punching unscrupulously in his fist intention.
This is an ordinary straight punch, straight forward, without any fancy.
The whistling wind of the fist sounded in the middle of the fist, punch after punch, extremely monotonous.
The two elders looked at each other and wondered: "The Dou Sheng's fist intention will explode as soon as someone steps into the range. Mental stimulation or fluctuations in fighting spirit will trigger the fist intention. How come Aman can move freely in the fist intention?"
As Zhang Debiao punched more and more often, both elders gradually felt that something was wrong.
There seemed to be an unknowing force in Zhang Debiao's fist, which was fierce and hot.
A vast expanse of desert seemed to suddenly appear in front of their eyes. The sun was as hot as blood. A tall figure stood in the desert and punched and retracted his fist. It was extremely simple and boring.
That man refined his fist intention over and over again, gradually becoming purer, allowing the cruelty and heat of the desert to be unknowingly integrated into his fist intention.
He didn't know how many punches he punched. Finally one day, he punched out, the situation changed, and the wild sands of the desert were stirred up. A fierce and fiery punch shot up into the sky, destroying the heaven and earth, and a fighting saint was born!
"This is how the Fighting Saint endured the loneliness and went to the desert to practice his boxing skills alone when he was about to break through!" Elder Tumeng Maitreya's face changed drastically and he said hastily: "Aman has already learned the Fighting Saint's boxing intention, so he
Standing in the middle of the fist intention, because the artistic conception is the same, Dou Sheng's fist intention will not explode! To understand Dou Sheng's fist intention thoroughly in a short period of time is really..."
"Unparalleled genius!"
The two elders couldn't help but look forward to it, looking forward to Zhang Debiao completely integrating the fighting spirit of the fighting saint into himself. From then on, the path of cultivation will definitely be smooth sailing. As long as he integrates the fighting spirit of the fighting saint into his own fighting spirit, he can break through the fighting spirit of the fighting saint.
Levels almost don’t exist for him!
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Zhang Debiao suddenly withdrew his boxing skills, jumped out of his fist, ran straight to the entrance of the demiplane, squatted on the ground, ate and drank, wiped away the food brought by the two elders, and then
I touched my belly and let out a loud burp.
"Could it be that our appearance disturbed his enlightenment? This is bad. If his enlightenment is interrupted, he may never regain the original feeling for the rest of his life..."
The two elders walked over anxiously, and the Titan elder said tremblingly: "Aman, why don't you continue practicing? Have you already fully understood the fighting saint's fist intention?"
“Why do we need to integrate?”
Zhang Debiao asked curiously: "That is the boxing god of the senior Dou Sheng. If I merge with his boxing god, wouldn't I become another him?"
"You're thinking……"
"I am my own god! Of course I have to condense my fist intention on my own!"
Zhang Debiao stood up, a vague aura spread out, and the condensed fist spirit and spiritual thoughts paved a bridge in front connecting himself and the enemy.
The bridge of life and death.
"I am God, God is me! From now on, I will no longer believe in any gods!"
The faces of the two elders changed drastically. Zhang Debiao suddenly changed his smile and said with a smile: "Praise to Goddess Tanya, can the two elders give me another mouthful of food? I am still a little hungry..."
Elder Tumeng: "..."
Elder Titan: "..."
"How can Great God Aman feel hungry?" the two elders couldn't help but sarcastically said in unison.
Zhang Debiao was so embarrassed that he apologized repeatedly: "I was hungry and confused just now, and I talked nonsense. The two elders must not take it to heart."
The two elders, Tumen and Titan, snorted coldly, rolled their sleeves and left, saying: "Great God Ah Man, it's better to find a way by yourself!"
Zhang Debiao was dejected and walked out of this demiplane. The moment he stepped out, Manzi turned around, looked at this space, and said silently in his heart: "In the future, I will condense my own fist spirit and spirit, and I will imprint it on this martial arts school."
Holy land, using a bridge to extradite latecomers, this is my fist and spirit. But now, I’d better find some food to fill my stomach first!"
After walking out of the magic shield, Zhang Debiao suddenly smelled the aroma of meat and went away to find it. He saw Brother Tai hiding in a corner of the valley, setting up a bonfire and grilling a large monster that looked like a horse.
There is a sharp horn on the forehead, and the roasted oil drips onto the bonfire, making a sizzling sound, and the fragrance is fragrant.
"Aman, are you out?" Brother Tai said happily: "I just caught a unicorn and plan to roast it! Come and try it!"
Zhang Debiao sat down unceremoniously, and quickly wiped out the unicorn with one man and one beast. Zhang Debiao patted his belly, sighed comfortably, and said with a smile: "Brother Tai, where did you catch this monster? It's really true.
Delicious food on earth!”
Brother Tai was about to reply when Elder Tumeng's thunderous voice sounded from the Qianshan Temple: "Has any of you seen my unicorn?"
Zhang Debiao shuddered, pointed at the unicorn that they had chewed until only the bones were left, and said in a trembling voice: "This is..."
Brother Tai blinked his big eyes innocently, opened three pairs of wings, looked back in the wings and smiled: "Aman, do you think my feathers are beautiful?"
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Third update, a bit late, so what, the weather is very good today, haha... (To be continued)