However, the widower's only son was mostly helped by Han Husheng's family in life. Because of Zhang Yang, Shuniang was about the same age and became a child. However, Han Chengyi passed away early due to hidden illness in his early years, and Shuniang died young again. The marriage was abandoned, but Han Husheng and Zhang Yang became closer and closer and treated him as their own son.

"Swish!"

As soon as he entered the medicine barrel, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sweat in his forehead.

The Monument Slitting Hand is a fierce martial arts master. Each move and every move must be repeatedly tempered. The practice method is also the most common. It is very difficult to reach the level of muscle training. I am afraid that I will have to work hard for more than fifteen years.

He is good at water, is whimsical, practices boxing in the water, and presses the human body. Although the effect is excellent, there are also great hidden dangers.

Thousands of pounds are pressed at all times, and even masters who have perfect muscle training dare not be proud. Zhang Yang just gathers his strength and sacrifices his life to practice at the bottom of the river. Of course, it is extremely dangerous. Under heavy pressure, the muscles, muscles, bones, and even the internal organs of the body are damaged. They rely entirely on self-learning of medical skills. Daily conditioning is not damaged, but many hidden diseases are left behind.

"Although I picked most of the medicinal materials, there are still many that I have to buy for a lot of them. Now I am still caught by Monroe, so I have to find other ways to make some money!"

The next day, Zhang Yang stood up early, bid farewell to Han Husheng, and walked into the Imperial Mountain with a medicine basket on his back.

The Hunyuan Mountain is hundreds of miles in a radius, with dozens of mountains of all sizes, with dense forests. I don’t know how many creatures it has nurtured. As soon as Zhang Yang entered Hunyuan Mountain, he did not stop at the low peaks, but went straight to the highest peak of Hunyuan Mountain.

Qiyuan Mountain is not a famous mountain peak or a strange peak in the world, nor is it very steep. Most of the peaks are flat and even ridge-shaped, so there are many hunters entering the mountains to collect herbs and hunt.

Although Lingshan Mountain has endless medicinal materials, Zhang Yang made up his mind to pick some rare medicinal materials from the previous year. Therefore, he had to go to places where people were rarely visited.

The highest peak of Qiyuan Mountain is close to Mengshui River, close to Guixue Gorge, and a side stream passes through it. Everything is two, which is said to be done by immortals.

The mountain road is steep, and Zhang Yang is now successful in martial arts, reaching the realm of training muscles, and his whole body condenses into strength, grabs stones and tramples on vines, like a monkey, steadily. Although the distance cannot be folded for less than fifty miles, at noon, the highest peak connects to the sky peak and arrives in front of Zhang Yang.

After taking a breath, he was about to reach Zhitian Peak in one breath, Zhang Yang suddenly felt something was wrong.

The mountains and forests, insects, beasts, birds and birds, are the time for them to seek food, but now it is quiet, like a rainstorm is coming.

"Good guy, did I really make me catch up with good luck?" Zhang Yang realized that something was wrong, and was not surprised but happy. He found a tall old tree and climbed up, stood on the canopy, and checked carefully.

I saw that the birds around were fleeing wildly, and about two miles away, a white tiger was roaring towards Zhangyang.

"Okay, okay, okay! I'm successful in my muscles now, and I'm just trying boxing techniques and getting some money!" Zhang Yang was overjoyed and called out three words "good". He jumped off the tree, took off his coat, put it in a safe place with the medicine basket, calmed down and waited for the tiger to appear.

The tiger is delicious, and it smells the human flesh a few miles away. It doesn't care about daily food around you, and goes straight to Zhangyang. The clouds are covered with the strong wind, and it arrives two miles away. When it appears suddenly, it acts as a pirate tiger, suppressing Zhangyang.

"Good come!"

Zhang Yang shouted loudly, lowered his head, avoided the rushing tiger claws, and then stood up suddenly, using a move of the stele-breaking hand, holding the stele-holding style!

The stele-holding style requires great strength and requires the realm of training muscles. The whole body's strength is condensed into a stream, forming hundreds of kilograms of huge force to be used. Now Zhang Yang certainly needs to try this trick!

The white tiger was hard to leverage its strength in the air, and it was about to pounce on Zhang Yang's head, but Zhang Yang's arms suddenly stretched out and grabbed the white tiger's waist hard.

With a copper head and steel tail, it hit a snake for seven inches. Zhang Yang grabbed the vital points of the white tiger. Then his hands burst with blue veins, and his strength reached its limit. With a loud roar, he threw the tiger out fiercely.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a towering tree was interrupted by a white tiger's steel tail. It turned out that the white tiger has been dominating in this mountain forest for many years, and its predation skills have long become an instinct. Although it failed to hit one blow, it was taken to the vital point and dropped it hard, but it used the steel tail to reduce its strength and was thrown onto the huge rock by Zhang Yang, but it did not hurt his muscles and bones.

"Good beast!" Zhang Yang failed to hit the target, and he was right. "I have never fought with someone, and I just used you to hone my boxing skills."

The white tiger was hit by Zhang Yang. Although it did not hurt its muscles, it became scary. However, it was nostalgic for food and was reluctant to leave. It just wandered around, looking for opportunities to make another fatal blow.

Although Zhang Yang was standing beside him, Zhang Yang was calm and calm, he recalled and realized the essence of the martial arts master's moves of the slashing stele hand in his heart, and quietly waited for Zhang Bai Huang's attack again.

The white tiger always pays attention to Zhang Yang's movements. Now he seems to be in deep thought. He realizes that the opportunity has come, and jumps sideways, curls the steel tail and smashes it directly.

Zhang Yang had already prepared something, and used a "copy" technique to swing the tiger's tail aside.

The secret of boxing techniques is inseparable from various means such as jumping, bounce, grabbing, picking, drilling, pounding, pulling, chopping, chopping, chopping, cutting, stubbing, sealing, poking, smashing, etc. Zhang Yang's hand to crack the stele is also used to combine these changes, integrate, gather body changes, and cooperate with the use of strength techniques to form extremely powerful moves.

Now Zhang Yang is looking at the fierce tiger and is happy to see the hunter, and wants to use it to practice his basic skills.

The tail of the white tiger was hit, but it was not painful, and it was even more powerful. It used all kinds of predation methods together, and the Wusha forest made Zhang Yang thrilling everywhere.

Zhang Yang was like an old monk sitting in meditation, without moving at all, resolving the attacks of tigers again and again. The two of them went back and forth for a hundred rounds, and the white tiger did not hurt Zhang Yang. The white tiger was also a beast spirit in the mountains. Although he was not wise, he felt something was wrong. He felt that he wanted to retreat in his heart, jumped sideways, and wanted to escape.

However, Zhang Yang allowed it to escape, and felt the feelings in his heart. He then jumped onto the back of the white tiger, opened his bow left and right, grabbed the tiger's front paw with one hand, and the blue veins all over his body rioted, exerting his strength and his body, and violently tearing it!

This time, the strength has improved again, with 800 kilograms of strength!

"Woo!"

With a shrill scream, the white tiger was torn apart by Zhang Yang. The tiger's blood flew a few feet away. After just moving a few times, it completely died.

"Good guy." Zhang Yang hurriedly closed the tiger's front paws and turned his body back to prevent the tiger's blood from continuing to eject.
Chapter completed!