Chapter 72 Golden, man

Author: Bazang

Chapter 72 Golden, man

Five days later.

In the Black Water Sword Hall.

More than a dozen muscular men were holding various steel rods and hammers, and beating a strong man with a strong man. Several of them even took a large hammer for demolition and hit the strong man with a dull sound.

"Happy! Use force, use force more, give me more force..."

Martin, who was beaten up by everyone, shouted loudly, extremely crazy.

However, these more than ten muscular men were already sweating profusely, panting, and getting more and more difficult. Within half a quarter of an hour, they were all tired and collapsed on the ground.

"Well, I practiced very well today. You guys have a rest for half an hour first." Martin ordered.

Everyone was relieved, and many people rolled and crawled away from this master, with their eyes both terrified and admirable.

I have seen a fierce person, but I have never seen such a fierce person. This person is simply a mess.

At this time, Martin's skin was knocked red, his body was filled with blood, his muscles were tight, and his tendons and flesh were prominent.

When he arrived at the empty inner room, Martin took off his shorts, took out a bottle of golden oil, and began to apply the golden oil to all parts of his body, without any place, and even a magic gun was not spared.

Suddenly, a chill and hot feeling swept across his body over every inch of his skin. Then his blood and energy boiled, like waves sweeping through the newly tempered muscles and bones.

At the same time, he could directly feel his skin becoming more and more tough, and his muscles seemed to be charged, tightening and trembling quickly.

It sounds a bit ashamed, but it makes people excited.

Martin could clearly sense that his body was undergoing extremely obvious changes in strength.

"What a strong medicinal effect..."

Feeling the boiling blood, he carried the blood and energy tightened his muscles, leaving himself in an iron state until the heat gradually disappeared, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

This is also his discovery of the correct usage of golden oil. The effect of applying golden oil is better after practicing. The effect is really great. Practicing once is equivalent to practicing iron blocks for seven or eight days before, and the improvement effect is very good, just like having a cheat.

"In five days, the golden oil will be consumed. This kind of speeding practice feels so good, it's just almost the same!"

Martin tried to tighten his muscles, and the muscle suddenly swelled up, and his blood and energy rushed to the muscles. He could feel the heat all over his body, and his strength seemed to be endless.

He picked up a sharp, high-quality quick knife, and then suddenly swung the knife to slash his expanding arm.

bite!

The knife instantly seemed to be slashing on a hard iron block. Due to the excessive wielding force, the blade was broken into two pieces, and even the hair was not cut off. The faint white seal disappeared in an instant.

"There is no problem in terms of defense. You only need to get a few more bottles of gold oil to reach the perfect state of iron blocks." Martin was a little surprised at his hardness, but then he was overjoyed.

This high-quality fast knife was broken instantly, which shows that his physical strength is already stronger than steel. I guess the good fast knife cannot be hurt at all.

At the same time, the improvement of the iron block realm can also improve one's own blood and energy.

In order to test his strength, he stepped and grabbed a large barbell in the room. There were several huge iron plates hanging on the barbell, which was also one of the heaviest barbells here. However, he grabbed it hard and raised it directly over his head with one hand.

You know, this barbell weighs more than a thousand kilograms, and now he can lift it with one hand, which is even stronger than the overlord of Western Chu who is so powerful that he can pull mountains and be powerful.

"It's so relaxing. It doesn't feel like adding one more is a problem. Is it a 2,000 kilogram of huge force in one hand?"

Martin couldn't help but be surprised by his strength when he waved the big barbell quite easily.

Using golden oil to increase blood and energy will naturally increase strength. However, Martin never expected that his strength would grow so quickly. He thought it would be good to increase his strength by 100 kilograms, but he estimated that his strength was at least more than a thousand kilograms, which was obviously much stronger than before.

At this moment, the door outside was pushed open by Django.

When he saw the picture in front of him, he was shocked. He looked at the bottle of "golden oil" in Martin's left hand, and saw the scene he shouldn't have seen. His eyes were frightened and could hardly speak, and his chin was about to fall to the ground.

"Ahem, is there anything?"

Martin coughed twice and immediately put his shorts on.

When you practice iron blocks and have full ability, all your muscles will swell, which will indeed appear discordant, and it will be enough to dampen any man's self-confidence.

"Brother Martin, I just went to the store manager of the Treasure Weapons Store. He said that the price of that kind of gold oil has risen to 10 million Baileys per bottle."

Django stammered, and his sleek eyes finally stared at the bottle he was holding with his left hand.

It's impossible to be wrong, Brother Martin is wiping his body with a mysterious essential oil.

I heard that after using golden oil, men can be extremely brave. It turns out that they can be used to practice martial arts. Is this the secret of Brother Martin's invulnerability?

However, this thing is too expensive, even he thinks it is very expensive.

"So much has risen? This Crow treats me as a sucker?"

Martin curled his lips: "Eat first, I'll meet him in person another day."

When he arrived at the dining place, he saw many washbasins in front of him, which were filled with eggs, big meat, fish, chicken legs and other meats, as well as several vegetarian dishes and two large buckets of rice.

A group of strong muscles were waiting for him to arrive respectfully, and none of them dared to eat in advance.

Nodded with satisfaction, Martin sat in the chief.

Django, who also opened a kendo hall, is actually much richer than Sanmao Dongxiang. I heard that this person has a lot of industries under the name of Heishui Town and has a stronger business than the chessboard kendo hall. He often accepts caravan escort tasks and specializes in catching pirates, so he is quite generous in his actions.

Originally, he thought that Django, who was young, was the kind of person who started his business by doing illegal business, but after he found out that his parents were still serious maritime businessmen, and they were doing big business, often traveling to and from Roger Town and Great Hang Road, and his family was very rich.

In other words, this seemingly ruffian swordsman is a rich second generation.

But this Django insisted on turning himself into a miserable young man, learning swordsmanship, fostering his subordinates to show off their power, and playing clubs all day long. I really don’t know what this person thinks.

I can only say that rich people are really good at playing.

However, Django respected him very much. He could easily see from his extremely respectful gaze that he seemed to be a god in the other party's eyes.

Django took over the job of helping Martin practice martial arts, took over Martin's food, and specially found a group of strong men to help them practice martial arts, indirectly accelerating the practice of the Great Perfection iron block.

Facing the food in front of him, Martin was not polite and let go of the big meal. It was so cruel that he ate half of the food in a short while. After he put down the bowls and chopsticks, the rest of the people dared to eat it.

In the shocked eyes of the big guy, Martin finished picking up a grilled tuna, another bucket of barbecue, and another big ham.

Brother Martin's appetite has increased again, and these few buckets of food seem to be enough for him to stuff his teeth.

After eating and drinking, Martin was about to take a lunch break when a cry came from the door.

Bang!

The door outside was pushed open, and a young man covered in blood rushed into the sword hall and shouted at Martin: "Brother Martin, help, the port... A swordsman came to the port, and he had already killed someone... He claimed to be the evil swordsman!"

There are many evil sword libraries?

Martin raised his eyelids and seemed to have heard of this name somewhere, and the other party seemed to be very famous.

Slowly, I remember...

There are many evil swords! The madman who bountys 28 million Bailey?

He's going to fuck the hair?
Chapter completed!