My martial arts will become an evil god

It may be because the level of martial arts is relatively low.

After consuming the energy of the food he ate and the internal energy in his body.

He improved the military fighting technique of Black Dragon Eighteen Hands twice and reached a perfect state.

And the result was not what he expected.

Sure enough, something abnormal appeared on his body again.

His shoulders, elbows, knees and other joints have become significantly stronger and harder.

Especially the hands...

"Forget it, forget it!"

"Anyway, these abnormal changes are not only harmless to me at present, but also seem to make me stronger."

Fang Ping shook his head, not thinking about the abnormal changes in him just now.

"The most important thing now is to survive!"

"Even if using the evil god modifier to improve martial arts will cause abnormal changes in my body, I must continue."

"Only in this way can I have the ability to fight against that weird existence that secretly covets me."

"Survival is the most important thing, everything else is secondary..."

Thinking of that cold and twisted malice, that weird existence that was secretly peeping and coveting his own life.

Fang Ping's eyes suddenly became gloomy, and he didn't pay attention to the visions on his body.

Although those abnormal changes may look scary to normal people.

Picking up his backpack, Fang Ping walked straight out of the park.

But just after two corners, he bumped into two people head-on.

Fate, wonderful...

But not all unexpected encounters are the best arrangements.

Looking at the two men with blood on their hands, they were still using something to wipe away the bloodstains on the ground.

Fang Ping fell silent.

And watching Fang Ping look at their hands, and then at the blood-stained movements on the ground.

The gray-clothed man and the tattooed man also stopped their movements in silence...

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6 Although I kill people, I am a good person!

Look at the blood on the hands of these two people, as well as the blood on the ground.

Fang Ping's pupils shrank slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

Pretending not to care about the two of them, Fang Ping directly passed them and walked forward.

Just pretend you didn't see it and don't cause trouble...

I have just started to practice now, and my strength is not strong enough.

Get into unnecessary trouble and risk exposing yourself.

Fang Ping didn't want to be exposed to the eyes of the authorities or anyone else.

The complexity of this world, as well as the weakness of his strength, made him feel a sense of crisis.

So now he wants to develop obscenely and honestly.

Seeing Fang Ping passing them calmly, the gray-clothed man and the tattooed man looked at each other.

"stop."

The man in gray drank in a low voice with a sullen face.

Fang Ping paused and clenched his fist slightly.

Taking a deep breath, he could vaguely smell the smell of blood in the air.

Fang Ping kept reminding himself not to cause trouble in his heart, so he said softly without looking back:

"I saw nothing and knew nothing..."

Hearing his words, the tattooed man looked at the gray-clothed man.

The man in gray frowned slightly, but then shook his head.

Eyes pointed to the tattooed man.

The tattooed man immediately walked towards Fang Ping.

"Boy, if you want to blame, you can only blame your bad luck..."

The gray-clothed man walked towards Fang Ping while talking in a low voice.

There can't be any leaks about what happened this time, otherwise he can't bear the consequences.

Hearing this, and the sound of approaching footsteps behind him.

Fang Ping's expression suddenly calmed down.

But what no one saw was that the dark and strange image of the evil-eyed King Kong on his chest had quietly emerged from his clothes.

He was grinning, flicking his long sharp tongue, and grinning silently.

Fang Ping lowered his head slightly, his eyes covered in the shadow of the sun.

"Can't you let me go?" He asked softly.

"Feel sorry......"

The gray-clothed man replied, but his eyes were already full of sternness.

Killing one is killing, killing two is also killing!

"Go!"

The man in gray yelled sharply.

boom! !

Before his voice fell, an explosion sounded instantly.

Then there was a muffled sound.

It's as if a basketball that wasn't inflated was deflated.

Blood spattered and shot the gray-clothed man in the face.

With warm blood all over his face, the pupils of the man in gray shrank suddenly.

His eyes were full of uncontrollable fear and horror.

Fang Ping, who was still carrying them on his back, had already appeared in front of the tattooed man.

A hand clapped on the tattooed man's head.

And the tattooed man's head looked like a deflated basketball.

The eyeballs burst, and the seven orifices bleed.

But what frightened the gray-clothed man so much was the tragic death of the tattooed man.

It was because of Fang Ping's hands at this time.

The muscles in his hands twisted, and the veins bulged, like bundles of twisted steel bars, forming some kind of weird lines.

The knuckles of the five fingers became extremely thick, and a section of sharp bone spurs directly pierced his flesh and blood, protruding from the fingertips.

So much so that his hands looked like some kind of animal claws at this moment.

"ghost......"

The gray-clothed man whispered in fright.

"why?"

"I told you, I didn't see anything."

"Why don't you let me go?!"

Fang Ping suddenly looked up at the man in gray.

His eyes were full of anger.

He obviously didn't want to cause trouble.

Why do they just not let themselves go? !

He just wants to live well, is there something wrong with that? !

puff~

Gently pull out the finger that pierced the tattooed man's sunken head.

"But it doesn't matter now..."

Fang Ping's angry expression gradually calmed down, and he said softly.

It seemed to be talking to the man in gray, and it seemed to be comforting himself.

"Ghost!!!"

Seeing Fang Ping's animal claw dripping with blood, the man in gray screamed violently.

Then he scrambled and ran towards the back.

But the next moment, an afterimage flashed past, and the terrified scream disappeared instantly.

......

When I got home, the lights in the house were dark.

It is estimated that Fang's father is still busy in the company.

Go back to the room, go to the mirror and look at yourself.

Although he killed someone today, he found that he didn't look too flustered.

"Obviously killed someone, why don't I have any psychological pressure at all?"

"even......"

When Fang Ping thought of killing those two people in the park, not only did he not hesitate at all.

I was even a little bit excited at the time...

"Am I a psychopath?"

Fang Ping thought suspiciously.

But immediately he shook his head, "No, I don't want to kill people, they forced me to do so."

Yes, they want to kill me, so I kill them.

This is also very reasonable.

Thinking of this, Fang Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

Not a psychopath.

Although I killed people, I know that I am a good person.

Then Fang Ping continued to improve other exercises.

In the park before, he discovered it when he promoted the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands.

The inner energy in his body can also be used as an evil god modifier to enhance the energy of martial arts.

The Eighteen Hands of the Black Dragon is a martial art formed by combining Shaolin hard qigong.

So when he raised the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands to perfection, the inner energy in his body was also greatly improved.

This made it much easier for him to improve his martial arts.

And the malice lingering in him, although it has been alleviated a little, he can still feel it clearly.