Under One Person: The person is in the Tianshi Mansion, and the body becomes a saint

Chapter 71 My Body is Too Weak

The black space entrance and exit was no longer the one Feng Shayan was familiar with.

Rather than saying that this is her supernatural universe mystery, it is more like a solidified dimensional slash.

Space abilities are extremely dangerous.

When she travels through space, her body never dares to overlap with other objects or creatures, otherwise it will suffer irreparable damage.

The space fault in front of us looks inexplicably dangerous.

however.

Feng Shayan watched Zhang Mingdao touch the space fault with his bare hands and punch it hard.

madman!

She cursed in her heart.

The huge pressure caused by the space fault was transferred to the body.

She suddenly felt like a tank into which a large amount of gas had been forced by a hydraulic press.

In an instant, it reached the critical point of bursting.

The innate qi cannot stop overflowing.

boom!
The spatial fault suddenly broke.

Feng Shayan was in severe pain and could no longer control her breathing. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted on the ground.

Before she passed out, her vision was filled with blood.

"Snapped!"

The palm and half of the forearm fell to the ground.

Blood gushed out, leaving a trail of blood on the marble bricks.

Zhang Mingdao carefully examined the wound on his stump, touched his nose, and said with emotion:

"My body is too weak!"

The cut surface of muscle tissue is smooth as butter against a hot knife and offers little protection.

There were obvious burrs on the broken surface of the bone, but it was cut off before it could resist for long.

The golden light body refining that he was proud of was completely unable to withstand the sharpness of the spatial fault. The gap was too big!

According to Zhang Mingdao's estimate.

Without using his Qi, he couldn't even defend himself against the temporary workers' attacks without getting hurt.

Even if you use Qi.

The physical body can only withstand two bursts of Barrett's fire.

There is still a lot of room for improvement.

Old Hu and Yuan'er, who were lying on the ground, heard Zhang Mingdao mumbling to himself and were so angry that their noses were almost crooked, but they dared not say anything.

Feng Zhenghao rushed to the scene and saw the corridor in a mess.

The daughter lost consciousness.

The men fell to the ground.

The disciple of a major sect who wanted to be recruited as a son-in-law became a one-armed man.

Even though he had experienced a lot in the business world, his mind was still confused: "Fuck, what on earth just happened?"

He is not Guo Jing!

Feng Xingtong trotted all the way over and hurried over, helped Feng Shayan up slightly and checked her injuries.

He summoned a black soul of the old man from his palm and swallowed it into his throat.

This spirit was left behind by Wang Zizhong, one of the nine best doctors in the world, before his death.

Feng Xingtong summoned spirits and sent generals to borrow their healing abilities to quickly find out the condition of the patient. He said repeatedly, "Sister is fine. She fainted due to exhaustion. She will be fine after a rest."

Feng Zhenghao breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as everyone is okay.

There is always room for change in other matters.

But what he didn't know was that someone present had other ideas.

Jia Zhengyu has a clear mind.

Tianxia Group invited him to visit in order to recruit him and discuss his salary level.

He had heard in the West that Feng Zhenghao was generous.

If I could get a high salary from Tianxiahui, it would be much more comfortable than staying in the village and suffering!

In the new era, what’s the use of just being able to fight?

You need to have money!
However, other people's money does not fall from the sky.

If he wants to get high pay, he has to show off his status as a Western Conference expert.

Jia Zhengyu wanted to show his face and stop Zhang Mingdao.

But when he saw the miserable defeat of the three security guards, he also felt the momentum that was rising into the sky.

I was really no match for him, so I just pretended to be an unrelated visitor and endured it. But now...

This moment, that moment.

The man went crazy, lost an arm, and for some reason his breath weakened a lot.

I'm afraid his strength is not even half of what it used to be.

Jia Zhengyu thought about it.

The opponent's advantage lies entirely in his physical body, and his close combat is terrifying.

He is good at controlling objects and can wield three dragon-pecking spikes. He is skilled in breaking armor and is good at long-range attacks, making him the best at restraining this type of target!
If we could capture this person in public.

Wouldn't it be a great honor!
"Where did this bastard come from to make trouble here?"

Jia Zhengyu shouted loudly, seized the opportunity, and flicked his finger.

call out!call out!call out!
Three iron spikes over a foot long flew through the air.

Zhang Mingdao did not dodge or evade, but continued to resist with his body. Unexpectedly, his shoulders were pierced by the Dragon-Pecking Awl, and blood oozed out.

He couldn't help but frown.

The Golden Light Body Refining has reached perfection, and the muscle tissue has formed a network of defense on the body surface, which can unleash force to the greatest extent.

After breaking his arm.

This net is missing a part, and its ability to unload force is greatly reduced.

Zhang Mingdao focused his eyes and used his muscles to clamp the two dragon-pecking spikes.

He seized the opportunity and stretched his head to bite, and actually bit the third dragon-pecking spike that Jia Zhengyu used to win in his mouth.

"You want to pierce my trachea? You're looking for death!"

Zhang Mingdao snorted coldly, clenched his silver teeth, and bit the Dragon-Pecking Cone into pieces. He grinned and gave Jia Zhengyu a cold smile.

Competing is one thing, but stepping on yourself to get to the top is another!

He suddenly exerted force with his whole body and ruthlessly broke the two dragon-pecking spikes on his shoulders.

"you wanna die!!"

Jia Zhengyu was heartbroken, shocked and angry.

What was shocking was the man's terrifying strength, and what hurt me was the shattered Dragon-Pecking Cone.

The unique art of controlling objects in Jia Village requires using secret methods from a young age to feed specific objects with one's own Qi.

Over time, it becomes a weapon that the user can operate at will.

He practiced hard for more than ten years before he was able to raise three dragon-pecking spikes.

Now that they are all destroyed here, it is equivalent to losing ten years of cultivation. They are truly mortal enemies!
Jia Zhengyu's heart was burning with anger, and he could hardly control his murderous intent.

He ignored Feng Zhenghao who tried to stop the fight, took a step forward, flew over, concentrated the Qi in his hands, and stirred up tidal waves.

Running Palm!
"How dare you, any random person, fight me?"

Zhang Mingdao no longer controlled his strength, but mobilized all the Qi in his body and struck the air with a palm.

The pitch-black Yin Thunder Palm flew out of the body and quickly transformed into a huge palm print several meters high. It brought with it gusts of wind and instantly destroyed Jia Zhengyu's rush, hitting the stone pillar dozens of meters away.

The stone pillar suddenly shattered, leaving a palm print several inches deep on its surface.

Jia Zhengyu was embedded in a stone pillar and his life or death was unknown.

The scene was silent for a moment.

Feng Zhenghao was experienced and took the lead in smoothing things over: "Xingtong, why don't you help Zhang Xiaoyou with his treatment!"

"it is good!"

Feng Xingtong agreed quickly and looked over eagerly.

"No need."

Zhang Mingdao waved his hand and refused: "I'm fine."

He operated his magnetic body, magnetizing all the organs in his body, just like a magnet attracts metal, and attached the severed arm to the incision, aligning the wound.

In the blink of an eye.

He was fine, his wounds had faded, and his arms were moving freely.

Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

With a terrifying body, powerful Qi, and an abnormal recovery ability, who in the world can rival him?
"Could it be that this person is the descendant of the Eight Wonders, mastering the Double Hands or the Six Treasury Immortal Thief?"

"But those two unique skills don't match!"

Feng Zhenghao was secretly shocked: "Could it be that there are actually nine kinds of the Eight Wonders?"

Things have come to this point.

It's nonsense to talk about continuing the negotiations.

The two of them went through the formalities of exchanging pleasantries and promised to work together again.

After the show.

Feng Shayan woke up slowly.

(End of this chapter)