Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

After a few seconds, Yang Jian paused and took his hand out of the charred remains.

Opening the palm of his hand, there was an emerald-green wooden tumor that looked like a human heart. It was only the size of a baby's fist, but weighed nearly ten kilograms. It was very miraculous.

"Zhu Xin?"

Yang Jian was slightly startled and looked carefully at the bamboo heart in his palm.

He thought he had encountered an extremely rare soul bone, but he didn't expect it to be something like this.

However, the effect of this bamboo heart is definitely no worse than that of a soul bone.

In his perception, this gadget contained a lot of energy, and it also exuded a faint fragrance of bamboo and vegetation. This fragrance poured into Yang Jian's nasal cavity, making his blood and blood stir slightly.

Yang Jian's body instinctively felt a desire after smelling the fragrance.

"It seems to be something good, maybe the core of that bamboo."

"My body craves it, but I can't just eat it."

Yang Jian thought for a moment and resisted the urge to swallow it in one mouthful.

Some poisons are disguised as harmless to humans and animals, and are accompanied by attractive aromas. You cannot just eat them without warning, otherwise accidents may occur.

The Nine-Yang Magic Technique has a very good detoxification effect, but his Nine-Yang Magic is only at the second level, and some powerful poisons are still difficult to deal with.

Therefore, don't dare to take this risk.

"Find something to test the poison on."

Yang Jian turned his eyes, put the bamboo heart in his bag, and disappeared in a flash.

A few minutes later, he appeared on the other side of the forest with a cute, normal-sized pink rabbit in his hand.

The little rabbit's furry long ears were caught in Yang Jian's hand, and its limbs fluttered in the air for a while. After finding that it was unable to resist and struggle, it stopped moving with a look of despair, as if it had accepted its fate.

Yang Jian shook the little rabbit. The little guy's body swayed, but he still had a look of despair on his face.

"The expression is quite anthropomorphic. I don't know what kind of spirit beast it is. It should have a relatively high IQ."

Yang Jian poked the little rabbit, then picked up a small piece of wood with his fingers and brought it to the little rabbit's mouth.

It was a piece of bamboo heart he cut off.

After smelling the fragrance of the bamboo heart fragments, the little rabbit immediately opened his eyes, fluttered his limbs again, and stared at the bamboo heart fragments.

Saliva flowed from the corner of its mouth, looking impatient and impatient.

"It is also attractive to soul beasts."

Yang Jian moved his finger, and the little rabbit bit it, but he planned to bite his finger as well.

But this little movement of it naturally couldn't escape Yang Jian's eyes and was easily avoided.

After eating the bamboo heart fragments, the little rabbit had a satisfied expression on his face. He was not so dissatisfied when Yang Jian pinched his ears. He even looked at Yang Jian eagerly, as if he wanted more.

At the same time, Yang Jian transferred a trace of his inner energy into the little rabbit's body, exploring its blood and vitality.

As expected, the little rabbit's energy and blood steadily increased after eating the bamboo heart fragments.

Due to the limited digestive capacity of the little rabbit, out of caution, Yang Jian tied the long ears of the little rabbit into knots and tied them to his belt. He planned to keep it with him for a while to see the specific effect of the bamboo heart.

However, this look has become a bit nondescript.

Wearing a black robe that even covered his feet, and a white evil ghost mask, he didn't look like a good person at first glance, but there was a live little rabbit hanging around his waist.

The sense of dissonance is overwhelming.

But Yang Jian doesn't care much about styling.

After all, as a handsome boy, he looks handsome no matter how he dresses.

Just as he tied the little rabbit around his waist regardless of resistance, Yang Jian planned to leave this place temporarily and continue walking deeper.

But at this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the forest ahead.

Friction occurs between the branches, leaves, vegetation and the body of the creature, and the whirling sound becomes increasingly clear.

Taking a closer look, the thick trees in front of me swayed unnaturally, and leaves fell one by one, as if some creature was running rapidly.

Roar......A deep voice came.

The next second, a huge figure smashed into a piece of tree trunk, and jumped up along with sawdust and fallen leaves.

That roar seemed to be warning Yang Jian not to block the road.

Opposite him, Yang Jian's eyes lit up.

"If you break through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it."

"I delivered it to my door."?

He jumped into the air and blocked the figure's path of movement.

Then, Yang Jian raised his right leg high and aimed it at the figure's head, like a battle axe, slashing it down hard.

This is not a random attack, but a martial arts move that condenses a lot of internal energy and blood.

Iron shirt and broken iron legs.

Bang!

The downward slash like a battle ax fell on the figure's head. Yang Jian's body shook slightly, and the figure let out a wail and was knocked to the ground, struggling to get up.

After stumbling several times, he managed to stand firm.

It was a huge lion with golden fur, a full four meters in length, and extremely oppressive.

Soul beast, golden-haired fierce lion.

Yang Jian recognized this kind of soul beast. Judging from its size, he estimated that it was at least 400 years old.

"A soul beast of this age can't withstand a single blow? It shouldn't be."

Yang Jian looked at the golden-haired fierce lion carefully and soon discovered the clues.

On its body, in addition to the bleeding wound caused by Yang Jian's leg, there were also curling claw marks hidden under the hair on the body, which was already injured.

"I guess he was injured in a fight with other spirit beasts."

Yang Jian no longer hesitated. After the golden-haired fierce lion had just stood up, he quickly bullied him and used his martial arts skills again.

Yanyang Qigong·Fire Fist!

It was the last move that ended Cuidaozhu.

boom!

The flaming fist hit the golden-haired fierce lion, sending its huge body flying into the air, and then landed heavily on the ground, leaving a charred fist mark on its body.

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With the support of the matching internal force running path, it can exert an effect several times that of ordinary attacks.

Boom boom boom!

After a punch fell, the aura of the golden-haired ferocious lion was like a candle on a cold night, blown by the wind of Yang Jian's fists one after another, and became weaker and weaker.

"call!"

Yang Jian raised his fist and blew.

The flame flickered for a while and then disappeared.

Yang Jian's internal energy was consumed by about [-]%.

At this time, the golden-haired ferocious lion's body was charred black, and the flesh and blood in his body had been burned by the fire poison until it was almost mature. He was lying on the ground with a weak breath, and was about to die.

The little rabbit hanging on the waist was trembling, its eyes kept wandering between Yang Jian and the golden-haired lion, and now it didn't dare to move at all.

"I've never eaten a lion, and I don't know what its meat tastes like."

Walking in front of the golden-haired fierce lion, Yang Jian raised his fist, aimed it at its head, and brought it down.

The golden-haired fierce lion also knew that his death was approaching, so he closed his eyes sadly.

At this moment, an urgent voice came from the woods.

"stop!"

Snapped!

A punch fell, hitting the golden-haired ferocious lion in the head, directly smashing the skull and shattering the brain underneath.

The next second, dots of yellow light appeared, condensed into a soul ring, and appeared on the body of the golden-haired fierce lion.

簌簌簌............

Three figures appeared one after another, looking at the dead golden lion next to Yang Jian, their expressions were a little ugly.

Yang Jian did not continue to speak and looked at these uninvited guests.