To achieve the current effect, he spent three months of his life and adjusted it bit by bit in the Kalachakra Pagoda.

It really took a lot of hard work.

The power has not been tested yet.

Lin Feiyang decided to follow his intuition and hurriedly said: "Look for Faning. Faning is rough-skinned and thick-bodied."

"You are just as solid." Fakong smiled.

It seems that Faning has a solid skin, but in fact Lin Feiyang is just as solid.

Faning possesses the indestructible magic power of the Vajra, and Lin Feiyang's Royal Shadow Sutra is equally mysterious. It can turn reality into virtuality, make injuries virtual, and make the body virtual.

He appeared behind Lin Feiyang in a flash and punched out.

Lin Feiyang disappeared again.

The next moment he appeared at the door of the main house, Fakong was already standing on the steps waiting, his fist already approaching.

He can only take it hard.

"Bang!" He seemed to have been hit by a high-speed train, running across the yard from the main house and hitting the south wall.

Lin Feiyang looked at Fakong helplessly with a painful look on his face.

Fakong smiled and said, "How?"

Lin Feiyang raised his arm, his fist was bloody and bloody, and he could see the white bones.

Fakong was secretly surprised and instantly cast several rejuvenation spells on Lin Feiyang.

Lin Feiyang was surprised: "Abbott, what kind of strange boxing technique are you doing? Why is it so weird?"

If it weren't for the mysterious power of his own Mikage Sutra, his fist would have been shattered this time.

It looked like he was hit by Fukong when he flew away just now. In fact, Fukong's attack was gentle and his punch was weak.

It was Lin Feiyang who used the strength of his fists to transform it into air, and used high speed to dissolve the force, and in the end, it was all in vain.

Fakong's fists were not punched.

With just such a slight touch, his fist felt as if it had been pierced by dozens of swords, and it was extremely miserable.

Fakong said: "Let's do Blood Spirit Fist."

Based on the boxing technique derived from the Blood Spirit Sword, it is simply called Blood Spirit Fist.

"Weird, very weird." Lin Feiyang shook his head and looked at Fakong's fist. There was nothing strange about it.

Why does it seem to have turned into a sword?

Fakong smiled and said: "It's very interesting...what did you want to say when you came over?"

Lin Feiyang took a look at his fist and saw that it had healed quickly. It was numb and itchy at the moment and was scabbing and healing.

He smiled: "Congratulations, Abbot, those two guys from Huangquan Valley have gone crazy and died."

"After all, I couldn't escape." Fakong nodded lightly.

He knew that without his careful reminder, the two of them would not have been able to escape.

Because I saw from the future that after I had reminded them, Lu Chaoyang would lead three people to guard in front of Song Lin and Zou Shijie.

This is to prevent them from sitting down to practice and from going crazy.

But in the end, they still couldn't stop them.

Lu Chaoyang knew the tempers of the two of them, so he did not tell them about the disaster in advance. Otherwise, the more he told them, the more they would disbelieve in evil and insist on giving it a try.

Therefore, regardless of whether Lu Chaoyang said it or not, the two of them would practice martial arts at that time and become possessed and die.

The mentality of Huangquan Valley is indeed very dangerous.

This is the case with magic skills. It is a congenital disease that cannot be completely changed even if it has been passed down for a long time.

"Hey, die well!" Lin Feiyang was delighted.

Fakong nodded.

These two people must die.

If they don't die, they will be unlucky and face the pursuit of Prince Chun's Mansion.

Although he is very strong now, and if he fights at home, he may not be afraid of being assassinated by the experts from Prince Chun's Palace.

But there is also the Vajra Temple.

If Prince Chun's Mansion cannot deal with him, he is afraid that he will attack Kongang Temple.

He was thoughtful and silent.

Suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and his thoughts immediately changed.

He suddenly thought, should he have a head-on confrontation with Prince Chun's Mansion?

I am no longer the same person I used to be, and the Vajra Temple is no longer the Vajra Temple it used to be. Are we going to have a tough battle?

Lin Feiyang saw that he was deep in thought and did not interrupt. He lowered his head and looked at his fist.

The fist was scabbed, and with a gentle touch, the scab faded away, revealing a white mark. After the scab was peeled off, the white mark did not fade away so easily.

He was a little troubled.

How can I get rid of it as quickly as possible?

Although he is a manly man, having these white marks on the back of his hands is unsightly and unsightly.

Do you want to go to Mingyue Pharmacy to get some ointment and apply it to speed up recovery?

The ointments from Mingyue Pharmacy are excellent.

He originally didn't care about his appearance. No matter how ugly he was, he was who he was. He relied on his ability to make a living, not on his appearance.

But things are a little different now.

He began to care about his appearance.

He finally decided to go to Mingyue Pharmacy to buy some ointment and rub it in to get rid of the white marks as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!