We Villains Put Invincibility on Our Faces

Cha Lanzi sat aside. As the only disciple left in the dojo, he hadn't had such a rich meal for a long time, but his expression was very nervous now, and he even took two steps back quietly.

"This is a plate of meat, I'm going to go in." Janos was very skilled at pouring a whole plate of meat in, and then the four of them lifted the chopsticks at the same time.

five four three two one!

With four hands and eight chopsticks reaching in at the same time, there was only a layer of oil floating on the hot pot itself.

"This is a basket of enoki mushrooms. I'm going to go in." Janos picked up the plate closest to him, poured the contents into it, and then the four of them lifted the chopsticks at the same time again.

five four three two one!

The ingredients in the hot pot immediately disappeared, Cha Lanzi could only rub her eyes, the mouths of the four people squirmed, but no one made any movement.

It's horrible, I want to eat a group, I don't want to sit with these people! Cha Lanzi shouted silently, and then watched the ingredients disappear in a numb face, the exact time was accurate to the second.

"That", Cha Lanzi finally couldn't bear it anymore, as soon as he opened his mouth, he attracted the attention of the four people.

"Um, the fungus won't be cooked in five seconds," Cha Lanzi said in a serene manner, and then shrank into the corner consciously.

Chapter 213 Weight Training

"Chalanzi, won't you come to eat?"

In the end, Saitama noticed the shivering Chalanzi and pulled him back to the table again, "Come on, or it will be gone in a while."

"I don't care, I can eat after you are all done." Charanko looked at these people's horrible eating, and wanted to take a step back, but Saitama's relaxed hands were like steel tongs. Lived in his clothes.

"What's the matter?" Saitama didn't even turn his head, but he felt Cha Lanzi's struggle and asked in a smooth way.

"Don't look at Saitama-chan like this, he is also a B-level hero" Banggu took a sip of his tea and drank contentedly. "There are always some inexplicable powerhouses in this world, but Chalanzi, your talent. For the time being, I can't compare with these people, so I have to redouble our efforts."

"Yes, Master!" Cha Lanzi responded loudly, but the gurgling in his stomach betrayed him.

"Hurry up," Banggu shook his chopsticks around, picked up some mixed things from the pot, and threw them into the bowl of Chalanzi.

Looking at Cha Lanzi, who was eating with his head down, and then at the other three people who had been fighting over and under, Bangu nodded in satisfaction. The former dojo was so lively, but since the disobedient apprentice left, only him and Cha Lanzi two people.

Banggu exhaled. Krieger was cleverly plundering food from outside Saitama's joints. Even though Saitama's movements were faintly faster than him, but limited by the angle of the joints, Krieger could always grab the best. Meat rolls. Obviously limited within a square inch, this new hero's physique is so huge, but his movements are as if he didn't belong here.

Counting the time to learn martial arts, Krieger hasn't learned the skills for a few days. Banggu is carrying his rice bowl, fresh hot vegetables exudes a little water vapor, and the hot water vapor makes Banggu's vision a bit blurred. He is another genius. There are geniuses every year. I don't know when my old man will retire.

It takes a day or two to teach the breathing technique. After the teaching is over, I will find my stubborn apprentice. Everything should have an ending. As for the rest, the elderly should look like the elderly. So, let the young people take care of these things that hurt your body.

Bangu thought of this, blowing away the heat in front of him, and suddenly his vision widened.

Outside the window, the moon quietly revealed his figure, gently wrapping everything in the silver-white brilliance.

The next day, the sky was just bright, Saitama was still asleep in the room, Chalanzi was cleaning the ground in the dojo, and Bangu and Krieger had already walked under the waterfall.

Don't ask why Chalanzi is cleaning the ground, and the repair of the dojo also requires money. Of course, such a thing that can be exercised and saves money needs to be left to Chalanzi.

"Huh, exhale all, feel the flow of the air," Bangu motioned to Krieger to remain calm, while he was holding a stick, waiting for an opportunity to draw Krieger over.

Krieger is covered with a black cloth on his head. This is what Bangu calls adaptive training, which requires him to keep breathing smooth under any circumstances. Although there are two ways of cheating, the beach boy and the Hayabusa, But Krieger is very honest to shield his vision.

Practicing harder now, you can reduce the word "save" when danger strikes, Krieger thinks like this.

The angle of the howling of the stick is very tricky, and Krieger has no special defense. For the effect of training, he must create an environment sufficient for him to feel the effect.

Although Banggu did not conceal the movement of his steps, Krieger has been struck by the stick a little bit miserable. Although it sounds very ridiculous, but the eccentricity, especially the humanoid eccentricity will always lead to the eccentricity. He has human weaknesses, such as the lungs and joints, and Bangu’s best at grasping such weaknesses. As the highest achiever of Liushuiyan Crushing Fist, Banggu has been at the forefront in martial arts. Rieger, a guy who only relies on experience to make up for his skills, is happy to let him understand what the so-called experience will look like in the face of a system of martial arts.

Banggu’s external appearance, the scars all over his body and the magnificent **** techniques explain how hard he has gone through and how terrible battlefields he has gone through. The internal Flowing Water Rock Broken Fist is a comprehensive thesis of a large number of aspects of the human body. The One Punch Man World is obviously outrageously supported by biology and nutrition. This kind of boxing method that Bangu and Bangpu learned and improved together is no longer an old experience boxing.

Although it seems to be just a spirited old man, the position of Banggu's every attack can just cause the Kriging movement to be shifted. What follows is the disorder of breathing, and the ripple qigong has always required stability to produce a steady stream. The ripples are different. Although the breathing method taught by Bangu requires stability, it is only in the stage of energy accumulation. The stable breathing is to completely explode the accumulated power in a certain period of time, in exchange for a few seconds to surpass Extreme explosive power.

I don’t know why people are already weird and they need to breathe. Just like Krieg doesn’t understand why a robot of Jenos eats, Banggu’s attack really taught him what to say, but Krieg found out. Many weaknesses of oneself.

It turns out that dragon-level monsters can't take advantage of the same level of heroes. If the hero has any special abilities in this respect, such as Banggu's skills, Saitama's crushing physique, tornado's super powers, and even king's. Luck is counted, the dragon-level weirdo is not as strong as imagined.

This is still just the early stage of the story. If the plot develops further, ghosts like the Deep Sea King can only be used as cannon fodder.

As soon as Krieger was distracted, Banggu immediately noticed that his breathing was wrong, and directly stuck a stick on Krieger's diaphragm, and the subconsciously maintained active breathing was almost broken.

"Silver Fangs, you give me some rest!"

"If you don't have time, a little distraction during the battle will cause you to fall into a disadvantage. Besides, remember that you have spent money here, and the old man promises to make you value for money!"

"It's just a little money. I'll give you some more. Let's lengthen the time. For the time being, there will be no outrageous weirdos."

Krieger seemed to hear Banggu's cold snort. He realized that even Banggu would feel shameless when it comes to money, so he immediately tilted his body, but Banggu’s stick hit him like a shadow. On the top of his head, "Go on, there is no word tired in the young man's dictionary!"

ps: I ask for a ticket here, a few more will be updated in the next few days, I have retrieved the outline!

Chapter 214 Celebrate, Talent

What kind of boxing technique is it? You can tell from the appearance of the unicorn that I am a young man. As the soul of two lives, I can compare.....Well, I am really not older than you.

Krieger shook his head vigorously and returned his attention to his breathing. The waterfall was still rushing, crashing from his corner and sliding down every corner. Under Bangu’s intrusion, Krieger was in a state of The entry was quite slow, and Krieger barely managed to maintain his breathing rate until the sun had shown his head.

In places where he can’t see, Bangu has already smiled quite brilliantly. In his estimation, even if Krieger has shown great talent, it will take a few days to master this technique, although the breathing method He hasn’t figured it out yet, but Krieger has found a feeling in the state known as [Dingjing Zhishui]. It seems that it is only a matter of time to master it, and this is the difference between the top warriors and other warriors. .

In evenly matched battles, it’s normal to boil passionately, but this kind of emotion is similar to walking a tightrope. Only calm analysis is the best strategy. It’s a miserable death for those who are expected to face the violence, but how old are the new talents in front of them? Touched this level? !

Bangu’s stick’s jabbing slowly slowed down, for fear that the sudden change of the environment would disturb Krieger’s perception. Mogu is a technique that Banggu is quite good at. Although Krieger’s exoskeleton blocked his back, it only With the contact of the stick, Bangu could also infer that Krieger was very young and his bones were still in the state of his youth.

Is there really a **** in the world who sent me such a suitable apprentice when I was bored?

If it were him, maybe!

Bangu went up and down two consecutive times, like an old cat, he went up to the source of the waterfall without making a sound. This position was already far away from Krieger.

"Hello, Ernie Sauce?"

"That's it. Brother found a good seedling here. How good is it? It's just as good as it deserves me to call you. It's too cold, O'Neill, just such a statement, your dear brother won't Introduce him to you."

"Fisting methods are different, and the concept is the same in the final analysis, so Oonni sauce, good, good, Nissan... Okay, Oonni sauce!"

But at this moment Krieger didn’t know what was going on. He only felt that his state was very strange. When there was no vision, the dark world seemed to become a little contoured. In the fierce water, it hit The water droplets on the water surface, the water droplets hitting the ground, the water droplets hitting him, countless water droplets made countless fine noises. This part of the sound floated, hitting from one part to another, and was consumed in the round-trip folding. In addition to the energy, the information carried in the energy was also consumed, but there was still such a trivial voice that reached his ears, relying on the echo to outline a whole new world.

How does it feel?

Krieger is a little strange. His consciousness seems to be stretched. The spirit that drives the body of Asura Unicorn is far more than his willpower. If it were not for this body to feed back, Krieger would have been paralyzed. On the bed, even moving around is a great difficulty, but now the swift and violent thinking in itself has been accelerated again.

This is, a drop of water.

Krieger raised his head. He felt a drop of water breaking away from the water body at the top cliff above his head, just like countless water droplets, but Krieger was able to distinguish the first one he noticed from the countless water droplets.

When it meets with different water droplets, the negligible sound becomes clear, and then it becomes deafening. The drop of water changes its shape, and Krieger’s consciousness changes along with it. It splits into smaller two. Then Krieger’s consciousness split into two pieces. In the intelligence network constructed by Echo, Krieger followed the most primitive drop of water from top to bottom, until the drop of water traveled more than ten meters. The high vertical distance is once again integrated in the pool where Krieger sits cross-legged.