Evil Master

Oak, twenty-seven years old, one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, ninety kilograms of weight, and with United States of America, he had won ninety matches in a hundred matches.

Oak had the privilege of going to the Siberia black market boxing training camp to receive the Devil Instructor Bo Lang's training.

Ultimate Attack - Right High Sweep Kick. Both kills use the right High Sweep Kick.

< 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 — — Duan Hong flipped through the pages, and below them was a description of Oak's experiences from when he was young, and also the introduction of the training camp for the Siberia and Black Market Fist.

< p > is rather interested in this Duan Hong.

One of them is on the permafrost inside the Arctic Circle.

< p > An island 200 nautical miles south of Bering Strait - The training camp named the nameless island Zhukov.

The other was in the primeval forest.

The instructors in the Siberian training camp were former special officers of the Soviet Army and KGB agents.

< 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 heaved a long sigh and closed the file. This training camp was quite interesting.

A sound similar to a wild donkey's could be heard outside the house.

Duan Hong quickly kept the information, if he let the good news of the withering grass see that, he would be finished.

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.

"Second Master, you're looking for me?"

Withered Grass grabbed Duan Hong's arm and said, "Comprehending the wine. Today, I received such great inspiration that I managed to brew the Song Dynasty's Wu Mu Wine. Quickly follow me.

Duan Hong saw that his face was filled with anxiousness and worry: Last time, when Second Master made the mercantile wine, I drank it to the point that my intestines were almost pulled out. This time, there shouldn't be any problems, right?

Second Master, should we find Junior Apprentice Brother Apprentice? Let him have a try first. Otherwise, if we continue to drag him around for a few more weeks, he might not be able to hold on.

Duan Hong thought about the heat of enlightenment he got from the confinement. That guy could not defeat Xiao Qiang, so it would be good if he could conduct 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."

Arriving at the wine cellar, Duan Hong was immediately attracted by a strange fragrance and became energetic for a while.

Such a rich fragrance must be the Wu Mu Wine that the Second Master spoke of.

Duan Hong had been to the wine cellar countless of times. The first time he came, he had just entered the Ku Chan Temple, and the dried grass made a vat of medicinal wine for him to refine his body. As a result, Duan Hong's body became uncontrollably out of control.

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.

At the very center of the cellar, there was an exhibition desk, and on top of it was a bottle of goat fat, with a slender neck. In these four years of Ku Chan Temple, Duan Hong was most pleased with his sense of smell, and could be said to be more sensitive than a dog.

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 drooled out a mouthful of saliva, "Second Master, this — is this the new Wumu Divine Wine you've brewed?"

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: The Second Master's addiction toward alcohol had increased again. When I first came here, he was only drinking with a small bottle in hand. Now that I've switched to the wine jar, it's fortunate that he knows how to brew.

Just as Duan Hong was about to reach out to pick up the Goat Fat Bottle, he immediately stopped the withered grass. He put down the jar of wine, burped with a smile, and said, "Comprehending the wine, I'll still 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 dry red wooden barrel as he quietly 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 > "Heh heh, you – you try it."

Duan Hong almost fell from the barrel of wine. "Second Master! It can't be, last time, when Pork Triple poured water into the meat, he gave me and Third Master a terrible beating, you actually — — Even if it's good for you to add some water to the wine, but you can't possibly add half a bowl of wine to the bowl of water right? "

Duan Hong took the bowl and gulped it all 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 little greasy, a little spicy, and a little sweet, there doesn't seem to be anything 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, you — what exactly did you add here?" What? I'm so excited right now, so excited.

Duan Hong's body was like a balloon as he rushed in.

Deadgrass's excited expression was even more exaggerated than Duan Hong's as he danced with joy. "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. "

In the blink of an eye, he had returned with a push iron chain. Without saying a word, he bound Duan Hong's body with it, and while he was still worried, he took out a cow tendon rope that was as thick as an arm, and wrapped it up into a dumpling for Duan Hong.

< p > Despicable and shameless!

He was simply an animal!

Duan Hong said hatefully in his heart. If it were four years ago, he definitely wouldn't have dared to think like this. After getting along with him for so long, and adding to that, he would always be the one who was tricked.

The three teachers became more and more shameless. Every time some withered grass was brewed into a new wine, Duan Hong would test it out on them. In the past, they would at most drink it and pull it out for a few days.

Duan Hong regretted saying it out loud, and just directly smashed his wine cellar down. There was no need to say anymore, in the end, he was the one who got the worst of it!

Withered Grass sat on Duan Hong's body with a victorious look on his face as he held the wine jar and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

Comprehending the wine," he said. "It's a good thing you reminded me. In fact, I've taught you the Lotus Codex, so I can convert this energy into Qi and let it sink into your dantian. It'll be fine after a while.

Duan Hong's face was currently completely red, the black and red in his eyes had taken turns to change, and his mind was completely clear.

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.

Duan Hong mouthed the Lotus Codex to himself and tried to keep his mind as calm as possible.

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 extremely popular. When Wu Mu wrote it, he was already past the age of ten, 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 smashed the wine jar to pieces and turned around, grabbing Duan Hong with both of his hands as he looked him in the eye.

"If I didn't have a disciple like you, I don't think I would have brewed this Wu Mu wine.

Duan Hong felt that his body was really like what the withered grass had said. As long as you try your best to control it, you would be able to recover back to normal soon, at least without the swelling feeling just now. He said: "Second Master, based on your words, this Wu Mu Wine seems to be specially made for this disciple?"

Naturally. Do you think there are a lot of people who possess such a ruthless aura?" he thought to himself.

This Wumu Divine Wine might really be able to help you.

Duan Hong lied on the ground and suddenly felt the ground shake. He was secretly happy and immediately shouted: "Third Master, Third Master! Second Master is going to torture this disciple! "

Deadgrass was frightened to the point of trembling. He extended his hand to touch Duan Hong's mouth and whispered, "You stinking brat, how dare you call an old man." "Be careful, I'll poke you with a bottle —

< 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.

Just as he walked past the wine cellar, Duan Hong immediately sensed his thick and heavy body and shouted loudly.

In addition to the musk that Duan Hong gave him, he was feeling happy when he saw that his body was covered with a spiderweb. He immediately became angry.

While speaking, Withered Root took a big spoon and poked at the dead grass.

Deadgrass immediately stood up and hid the bottle of Wumu Shen Wine in his arms. "Let's go!" he shouted. Who let you in? Let's go!

The dried up roots untied the ropes on Duan Hong's body.

Duan Hong said: "Third Master, what new Wumu Divine Wine did Second Master get? The smell is really good, it's just that he just hid it, that old brat wants to take it for himself!"

< p > "Hm?"

Just a moment ago, he was only thinking about Duan Hong, and didn't notice that the air was indeed filled with a strange fragrance.

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