Chapter 1316 The Currency System of the End Times

After a night of cultivation, Di Ping suddenly opened his eyes when a bird chirped outside.

He has formed a habit of waking up on time from one to six o'clock, which is because his biological clock has been fixed.

Cao Ruida was still lying on the bed, snoring loudly. Last night he drank the same six bottles as Di Ping, and fell to the ground when he was drunk. If Di Ping hadn't moved him to a bed, he would have to sleep on the ice floor all night.

Di Ping got off the bed gently, opened the door and walked out. Several door guards were also dozing off. This time was the time when they were so sleepy.

He walked lightly to the place outside the building that is usually used to let the prisoners vent. It was relatively spacious and he began to practice boxing. This time, he did not practice earth-shatteringly, but slowly moved his qi and blood by doing tiger spirit art. After the upgrade is completed, he must complete the familiarity and mastery of power as soon as possible.

Within an hour, he was sweating all over his body. The Tiger Spirit Art, which had previously been practiced to the third level and five styles, was pushed to the third level and nine postures by him in one fell swoop. If he hadn't been too concerned about the movement, he would definitely be able to push it to the fourth level or more today.

But that's it, his strength has increased again. He feels that his strength should have reached 65,000 jin now, and he will soon break through to 70,000 jin.

What a terrible number, the power of the human body! 70,000 jin doesn’t seem like a lot to convert it, and 70,000 jin is 35 tons!

"I didn't expect Brother Di's boxing skills to be so profound!"

Just as Di Ping continued to practice Bengquan, a hearty laughter came from behind him.

"Oh! Brother Cao is sober up!"

Di Ping closed his fist and turned to look at Cao Ruida and smiled.

"Oh! I didn't think that Brother Di was so drunk, but I was stunned by drinking it, and now I'm still dizzy!"

The mention of wine Cao Ruida's face is a compliment, and he patted his forehead with a look of shame.

Di Ping laughed and said: "I also fainted from drinking. I slept until I woke up just now. I was still dizzy and sweating without practicing!"

"Ha ha!"

Hearing that Di Ping also fainted, Cao Ruida laughed. He was very concerned about being able to drink Di Ping down.

"What kind of boxing is Brother Di practicing? I see that there is softness in the rigidity, and the rigidity in the softness should be a high-level boxing technique that is extremely rigid and gentle?"

Not talking about drinking, Cao Ruida asked Di Ping curiously.

"This is a boxing technique I accidentally learned before, it's called Bengquan!"

Di Ping smiled slightly.

"Hey! This name fits well, the body is like a bow, and the force is like a collapse. It is really suitable to call the collapse fist for this fierce taste!"

Cao Ruida was obviously also an expert, nodding his head in praise.

"Brother Cao wants to practice guns?"

Di Ping looked at Cao Ruida with his steel gun and asked.

"I'm used to it. If I don't play for a while every day, I'll feel exhausted!"

Cao Ruida nodded, kicked the gun abruptly, and the steel gun bounced instantly. He grabbed the gun body with one arm and turned the steel gun. sinking.

Then he took a sudden step, grabbed the gun with both hands, and the tip of the gun rushed in the air for a while, only to see Han Xing nod, puff la la, Phoenix nodded, the sharp tip of the gun poked in the air, screaming as if it was about to pierce the air. .

Cao Ruida's marksmanship is really deep, a steel gun is alive in his hands, point, pierce, sweep, pump, smash, pick, and dig; The step-by-step killing move is indeed called the tyrant king spear.

Di Ping couldn't help but sigh, who said ancient martial arts were useless, if this kind of marksmanship did not prohibit killing before the end of the world, Cao Ruida could definitely kill ten ordinary adults with ease. body.

The reason why Gu Wu lost his original power and charm is related to the loss of the soil that nurtured him. No matter how powerful martial arts are bound, they can only be reduced to smashing fists and embroidering feet, becoming the old men and women in the park to play. dance.

But now that the rules of the apocalypse have collapsed, this kind of martial arts has once again shined brightly, especially in the hands of some awakened ones. Due to the mutated strength, speed and reaction changes, the lethality displayed by the martial arts is terrifying.