Slaughter for the whole people: start to plunder the god-level opportunity

Chapter 645 Xu Jiayang Fist

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Dong has been in the martial arts hall for a month.

He also gradually understood why the locals didn't like to enter the martial arts gym.

Simple, because of the danger!

On the surface, food and housing are included here, and there is money to be paid after completing tasks.

But the problem lies in these tasks.

Some missions are extremely dangerous.

According to his observations, there are more than 50 seniors in the martial arts gym, but the newcomer disciples have the highest mortality rate, and they will be killed or injured during missions at every turn.

Although it is said that after death, some pensions will be issued, but most of them will be deducted.

There are also some, like him, who came here as refugees and have no family members.

If these people died, the pensions would naturally be withheld by the Xu Family Martial Arts Hall.

Fortunately, Zhao Dong is quite confident.

Although the mission of the martial arts hall is dangerous, the kung fu taught is real.

What is taught here is a kind of boxing, called Yangquan.

Practicing inner qi, punching out with one punch, the inner qi is transformed into a Yang force, which is very powerful.

Another advantage of Yang Fist is that it can deal with ghosts. The Yang power is hot, and evil spirits often don't like this Yang power, so Yang Fist still has an advantage in fighting.

With the help of the computer, Zhao Dong's punches and moves were all extremely standard.

In fact, Yangquan is very simple to practice. Apart from one's natural talent, the most important thing is to keep practicing.

Every time you practice a set, the internal force will run for a week, and the internal force in the body will increase by one point.

This is a real increase, and there are many benefits.

Zhao Dong is now practicing by himself. He always believes that although the smart computer can control his body and make his combat power soar, it is an external force after all.

Sometimes you still have to rely on yourself.

"Drink!"

Zhao Dong punched hard, very hard.

"Brother Zhao!"

A hand patted his shoulder, but immediately withdrew it.

Zhao Dong's sweat was all over his hands, which made him a little disgusted.

"Dong Zibao." Zhao Dong greeted, "What's the matter?"

Dong Zibao was a group of disciples who came in with him, and they were arranged in the same dormitory, so they had a good relationship.

"Master asked us to go outside to carry the corpse."

"Corpse!"

"That's right, several disciples who went on mission the day before yesterday died."

Dong Zibao looked worried: "I'm afraid we will have to go out next."

"Go out first."

"Ah."

Dong Zibao nodded.

On the training ground of the Xu Family Martial Arts Museum.

The four corpses were neatly arranged on the ground, and each corpse's face was hideous and bloodless.

The body is mutilated, and I don't know what has been bitten. Many places look like they have been bitten.

After Zhao Dong moved the corpse, he stood in the team with Dong Zibao.

Looking at the four corpses, Zhao Dong frowned.

Recently, the death rate of new disciples is getting higher and higher. I heard that many places are haunted and even zombies appear.

These corpses were killed by zombies, not only their blood was sucked dry, but even their flesh was bitten.

One of the corpses had its forehead opened, and it was empty inside.

This person is called Zhang Kangle, and he is still senior brother Zhao Dong. Zhao Dong has a deep impression on him, because when he came in, it was this senior brother who was responsible for recruiting him.

Unexpectedly, in just one month, this senior brother died so miserably.

"Master! Burn the corpse as soon as possible, otherwise the corpse will easily change."

After being bitten by a zombie, it is indeed easy to transform into a dead body.

Xu Zhentian, the master of the Xu family martial arts school, is already 50 years old.

However, because of practicing Yangquan, at the age of 50, he did not look old, but looked very young.

It's just that there are already some silver threads in the hair.

He was muscular, wearing a black robe, with his hands behind his back, and said coldly, "Zhang Kangle is actually dead. His strength ranks in the top ten in our martial arts gym! He is actually dead! As for the city lord, I want them to give an explanation."

"We went to call just now, and it should be here."

Just finished speaking, the city lord's mansion came.

Three men in leather armor with sabers on their waists hurried over.

The first one with sharp eyes came to Xu Zhentian and clasped his fists: "Master Xu."

Xu Zhentian snorted coldly: "Zhou Tianmin, you are here. Look, it's fine if the new disciple dies, but my old disciple Zhang Kangle died too. He is my favorite disciple. I spent a lot of effort on him. Now that he is dead, what do you think?"

"The city owner and I have already reported this matter. Zhang Kangle is also my brother. I propose to give him double the pension."

"Three times!" Xu Zhentian said coldly.

"Okay, then triple the pension."

After negotiating, Xu Zhentian waved his hand and ordered to Zhao Dong's group: "Take the body to the backyard and burn it."

"Yes."

Zhao Dong and Dong Zibao were walking with a dead body.

Soon, four corpses were piled on top of a pile of dry wood, and the flames ignited.

Crackling, several corpses were burning, and a burning smell wafted out.

Dong Zibao looked at the pile of corpses and frowned: "Zhao Dong, even a strong man like senior brother is dead. Will we die miserably in the future?"

"That's why we need to practice." Zhao Dong sighed: "Master taught us Kung Fu. He didn't give us food for free. We had to work. But then again, we practice Kung Fu for ourselves, right?"

Dong Zibao nodded vigorously: "You're right, you need to practice hard, and I heard that seniors are just like us, they can become so powerful, so can we, so we can make a lot of money like them."

After reaching a certain level of strength and having the ability to stand alone, you can go out to pick up tasks and earn more money.

Although Dong Zibao is timid, he is very persistent in money.

The two live in the same dormitory, and they usually chat, and it can be seen from inside and outside that Dong Zibao wants to make money.

In his words, he wants to make money to marry a wife, otherwise, like his elder brother, who has not married a wife in his 30s, he may not be able to marry a wife in this life.

If they can't get a wife here, they will be laughed at, and there are only him and his elder brother in his family. If he doesn't work hard, the Dong family will never be seen again.

The two were chatting, Zhao Dong took a fork, picked some debris into the fire, nodded and said: "Yes, you can make a lot of money, so you have to work hard."

"Zhao Dong, what do you want to do in the future?"

"Me? I want to see other places."

"So do I, but the premise is that I have to become very good. Otherwise, I'm looking for death!" Dong Zibao sighed: "I said last time when I heard my brothers drinking, outside, the world is big, and there are even more powerful masters, like our master, ten of them are not enough for them to fight."

Dong Zibao didn't know how to describe a master, so he could only use numbers to represent that those people were very powerful.

Dong Zibao babbled a lot, but he was fine anyway, so he began to practice Yangquan.

clap clap!

With every punch, there is a trace of internal force gushing out, the scorching internal force is like the sun, and there is a warm feeling.

Zhao Dong also started to practice. Coincidentally, Xu Zhentian and two senior brothers passed by, and they were very satisfied to see this scene: "Look, use your spare time to practice, not bad, this is good!"