"Little baby, if you are not reconciled, this old man can help you, even anyone you want to kill." The old man saw his thoughts.

Sang stopped in the corner, sat up slightly, his eyes were cloudy and frightening.

The old man was startled when he met his gaze, and then he was a little happy: "Whatever hatred you have, the old man will help you."

"I want to learn martial arts, I want to learn the most powerful martial arts in the world, kung fu that can kill people." Sang Zhi got up from the ground with a gloomy voice.

"Okay, ahem... little boy, this old man has a hundred years of internal energy in his body, as long as you are willing to listen to him, I will pass on all the internal energy to you."

"I am willing." Sang Zhi did not hesitate at all.

The old man stared at him intently, his eyes rolled, he reached into his bosom and took out a white porcelain bottle, and threw it at Sang Zhi's feet: "As long as you eat the pills in the porcelain bottle, the old man will pass on his internal strength to you."

Sang Zhi bent down to pick up the porcelain bottle, opened it, poured it into his mouth and swallowed it.

"Little doll, don't you even ask what's in the bottle?" The old man was shocked by his straightforwardness.

"So what about intestinal poison, as long as I can do what I want, I am not afraid of anything." Death is not scary to him at all. After death, maybe he will be able to see her.

didn’t die, he dragged everyone into the frying pan and suffered slowly.

"Hahahaha, okay, little baby has courage." The old man laughed.

He never misjudged anyone. This kid is a martial arts prodigy, without a trace of internal strength, and has such a strong murderous aura. He has honed it into a good tool for killing people.

Of course, the sharper the knife, the more valuable it is.

"Now you can teach me **** people."

"Okay, little baby, you have to remember that your life now belongs to the old man, and someone will ask you for it in the future." The old man waved at him: "Little baby, come here."

Sang Zhi walked over.

"Sitting cross-legged, the process will be very painful. It's up to you whether the little doll can survive it."

Sang Zhi sat down, his eyes were firm.

The old man turned his head to look at the rising black mist on his arm, raised his hand to untie the acupuncture points in his body, the black mist spread in his body instantly, and he forced all his internal strength into the palm of his hand.

Suddenly soared into the sky, and the palm wind hit Sang Zhi's Tianling Gai.

"ah.."

A piercing cry resounded through the sky.

Sang Zhi's whole body seemed to be wrapped in a fireball, and the powerful internal force was continuously transmitted to his body, and the internal force flowed and impacted his skin, as if his whole body was about to explode in the next second.

"Not good, I can't hold it anymore." The old man's face was grim, he was seriously injured and couldn't control the breath in his body, it was as if the little baby was about to explode.

He wanted to accept it, but couldn't.

It's over, the child can't survive.

His hundred years of internal energy poured into his body, and no one could bear this kind of pressure and pain.

Sang Zhi was trembling all over, and the air flow under his skin kept rushing, suddenly he opened his eyes suddenly: "Ah..."

A sharp voice came out, and the old man was bounced away in an instant, hitting the wall. He raised his eyes to look at the little doll, his eyes were shocked, and the air current was still colliding in the child's body.

The old man could almost see that under the skin, his bones were twisted and twisted by the airflow.

"It's hopeless, it's a pity that my strength was wasted within a hundred years..."

It's a pity that the old man is not the little doll that is about to explode in front of him, but his own lifelong internal strength.

I thought that this child had strong willpower and could become the carrier of his inner strength, so that even if his inner strength was exhausted, he could still hold a murder weapon.

Why!

It's a pity, it's a pity.