Start From Skull Island and Push the World

Li Shangen blinked his eyes and shook his head, he didn't know much about these.

Ding Zheng thought a little bit about it.

It is not a monkey, let alone an ordinary gorilla.

Although the blood of the King Kong family has not been reflected in it, it does not mean that it does not exist.

It is very likely that this is a manifestation of one of the characteristics of the Vajra Bloodline.

The strong defense of the body!

Even before he practiced the iron cloth shirt, he had already reached the level of ordinary human beings like Yan Zhendong who had practiced for more than half a year.

Yan Zhendong thought for a long time without any result, and shook his head to clear out other thoughts: "Forget it, let's do it like this!"

After tossing for a long time, Ding Zheng's iron cloth shirt finally started.

After the strength was strong enough, Ding Zheng could clearly feel the burning pain on the surface of his body.

With Yan Zhendong's patting, it felt like its whole body was being thrown into a frying pan.

At the same time, the boy's internal energy in the waist and abdomen became more active under sufficient stimulation, and continued to move, resisting Yan Zhendong's slapping.

When the sky is completely dark, a round of practice is finally completed.

Ding Zheng gritted his teeth and tried hard to persevere.

Yan Zhendong was not much better either.

With Ding Zheng's defensive strength, he had to use all his strength to be effective. After a slap, his head was covered with sweat.

"From tomorrow, we will practice with cloth."

Yan Zhendong thought for a while, and said to Li Shangen, he directly raised Ding Zheng's cultivation progress by one level.

"Damn it, I changed to cloth back then, almost after a year of cultivation..." Yan Zhendong shook his head with an incomprehensible expression on his face.

"Some people are very talented, especially in the cultivation of hard skills such as iron cloth shirt. They practice for one year, which is equivalent to others' cultivation for several years, and the starting point is higher. After this kind of person is successful in iron cloth shirt , would be very scary, but this kind of person is rare to see in a hundred years..." Yan Zhendong remembered what his master had said when he was practicing, and looked at Ding Zheng even more strangely.

"Could it be that this monkey is really the kind of rare martial arts genius?" Yan Zhendong thought, feeling dizzy and full of absurdity.

...

Ding Zheng rested all night.

The next day, although the injury was still recovering, he still went out to perform.

Money can't stop!

After finishing work in the afternoon, it didn't go directly to Yan Zhendong, but took Li Shangen to Baozhilin together.

The cultivation of Iron Clothes requires the cooperation of medicinal materials.

Herbs can be bought anywhere, and it is certainly not a loss to get acquainted in Baozhilin.

Fortunately, after such a long time, Huang Feihong finally no longer has prejudice against animals.

When Li Shangen came to buy medicine with a monkey, he greeted him with a smile!

"You, you, you... have you been here before?" Ya Casu looked at Ding Zheng and Li Shangen, and couldn't remember for a while.

"You don't even know this? This is the famous god monkey these days!" With braids coiled on his head, he is eight feet tall and has a waist circumference close to eight feet. The coarse cloth blouse on his body can't even cover up the pork belly. Rong said.

Pork Rong is another apprentice of Huang Feihong. His side job is selling pork. He is extremely fat and his combat effectiveness ranks among the top among all the apprentices.

That huge body is the guarantee of strength.

Zhu Zhurong kept circling around Ding Zheng, eyes narrowed into two slits, looking very excited, obviously he had seen Li Shangen and Ding Zheng perform.

"What kind of god monkey?" Ya Casu was stunned.

Compared with Zhurong who sells pork outside and has an out-of-the-way personality, Yacasu is much quieter. He basically stays in Baozhilin and follows Huang Feihong to study medicine and doesn't pay much attention to the outside world.

Even when Huang Feihong went out, he read books and studied acupuncture points alone in Baozhilin, a typical otaku who is keen on entertaining himself.

Zhu Rourong glanced at Su Su, his face darkened: "Fake foreign devils are fake foreign devils, and the god monkey doesn't even know."

"I don't know the Monkey King, am I also a fake foreign devil?"

Suddenly, a nasal voice sounded.

Zhu Rourong immediately put on a smiling face, turned his head and saluted: "Of course not, Master."

Huang Feihong, who looked like Jet Li, came over, wearing a brown robe and meticulously combing his snaketail braids, staring at Zhu Rourong with a stern expression.

"Do fake foreign devils have anything to do with knowing monkeys?" Huang Feihong asked.

"Of course!" Rourou Rong replied reflexively, and then immediately retracted his neck. After thinking for a while, he said helplessly, "No!"

"Since there is no such thing, who told you to say that?" Huang Feihong was very majestic in front of his disciples, and Xun Di Rourong didn't dare to refute.

"Master, I was wrong, and I will never say that again." Pork Rong immediately confessed.

In fact, Zhu Rourong just didn't read the book, plus he has a quick temper and speaks out loud, but his heart is actually not bad.

"Then forgive you, there should be few people coming to seek medical treatment now, go back and rest!" Huang Feihong stood beside Zhurourong, he was much shorter than Zhurong, but he was undoubtedly more imposing.

"It's Master." Zhu Rourong replied weakly, being taught by Master, he naturally couldn't feel better, but knowing that he did something wrong, he didn't dare to argue, looked at Ding Zheng reluctantly, and left Baozhilin.

After teaching his disciples, Huang Feihong looked at Li Shangen and Ding Zheng, smiled, and looked quite handsome: "My disciples are ignorant, I'm laughing at you."

Li Shangen also heard that Bao Zhilin's doctor is a famous martial arts master, so he didn't dare to trust him, so he quickly bowed and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

After Huang Feihong glanced at Li Shangen for a few times, he naturally turned his attention to Ding Zheng, and then couldn't move away. While looking at him, he asked, "Excuse me, is this friend coming to see a doctor or to get medicine?"

Li Shangen immediately said: "Grab the medicine, we are here to grab the medicine."

As he spoke, he took out the prescription written by Yan Zhendong.

Ding Zheng originally wanted to change the writing to make it look better, but he was afraid of making mistakes, so he simply took the original version.

Huang Feihong took the prescription and looked at it for a while, then looked at Li Shangen with strange eyes, and asked, "Are you going to practice hard qigong?"

Li Shangen immediately shook his head, pointed at Ding Zheng and said, "It's not me, it's him!"

Ding Zheng squatted on the ground, trying to make himself inconspicuous, but when he heard the words, he raised his head, looked at Huang Feihong, and grinned.

Huang Feihong's eyes froze, and he looked at Li Shangen: "This is not a joke."

Li Shangen laughed dryly and explained: "I know this is hard to believe, but it really is."

Before coming here, Ding Zheng reminded Li Shangen that there is no need to cover up its specialness and intelligence in Baozhilin.

At this time, although Li Shangen was still the "master" on the surface.

But in fact, Ding Zheng has almost all the right to speak.

After all, audiences only like to watch Ding Zheng, a strange monkey.