C5 (1/2)

Oak, twenty-seven years old, one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, ninety kilograms of weight, and with United States of America, he had won ninety matches in a hundred matches.

Oak had the privilege of going to the Siberia black market boxing training camp to receive the Devil Instructor Bo Lang's training.

Ultimate Attack - Right High Sweep Kick. Both kills use the right High Sweep Kick.

< p > According to his measurements, he had kicked four times per second!

It was a combination of strength and speed.

He didn't want to earn that much money, he wanted to continue improving himself, wanted to train himself through blood training — — Duan Hong flipped through the pages, and below them was a description of Oak's experiences from when he was young, and also the introduction of the training camp for the Siberia and Black Market Fist.

< p > is rather interested in this Duan Hong.

One of them is on the permafrost inside the Arctic Circle.

< p > An island 200 nautical miles south of Bering Strait - The training camp named the nameless island Zhukov.

The other was in the primeval forest.

The instructors in the Siberian training camp were former special officers of the Soviet Army and KGB agents.

< p > The coach here says, ”It doesn't matter that people always die during training. As long as a third of the people are still alive, it means that the training was successful. ”

The great Black Market Fist King, Battle-Axe King Teng, and Demon King of Hell Anthony Marcus all came from this training camp.

Duan Hong heaved a long sigh and closed the file. This training camp was quite interesting.

A sound similar to a wild donkey's could be heard outside the house.

Duan Hong quickly kept the information, if he let the good news of the withering grass see that, he would be finished.

When he walked out of the room, he saw a tall and thin old monk. His face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were protruding out of his face like copper bells.

He held the jug of wine in his hand, his cheeks red.

”Second Master, you're looking for me?”

Withered Grass grabbed Duan Hong's arm and said, ”Comprehending the wine. Today, I received such great inspiration that I managed to brew the Song Dynasty's Wu Mu Wine. Quickly follow me.

Duan Hong saw that his face was filled with anxiousness and worry: Last time, when Second Master made the mercantile wine, I drank it to the point that my intestines were almost pulled out. This time, there shouldn't be any problems, right?

Second Master, should we find Junior Apprentice Brother Apprentice? Let him have a try first. Otherwise, if we continue to drag him around for a few more weeks, he might not be able to hold on.

Duan Hong thought about the heat of enlightenment he got from the confinement. That guy could not defeat Xiao Qiang, so it would be good if he could conduct an experiment.

Withered Grass waved his hand. ”No need, no need. This guarantee is a success and the wine it brews is extremely little. Don't tell anyone, especially that old man with the dried wood. That old man always steals wine in the middle of the night.”

Arriving at the wine cellar, Duan Hong was immediately attracted by a strange fragrance and became energetic for a while.

Such a rich fragrance must be the Wu Mu Wine that the Second Master spoke of.

Duan Hong had been to the wine cellar countless of times. The first time he came, he had just entered the Ku Chan Temple, and the dried grass made a vat of medicinal wine for him to refine his body. As a result, Duan Hong's body became uncontrollably out of control.

Although there were many styles of wine here, there were all sorts of ancient wines, modern wines, white spirits, foreign wines, dried red wine, etc.

At the very center of the cellar, there was an exhibition desk, and on top of it was a bottle of goat fat, with a slender neck. In these four years of Ku Chan Temple, Duan Hong was most pleased with his sense of smell, and could be said to be more sensitive than a dog.

It was easy to see that the smell was coming from the bottle.

The smell that was comparable to a virgin's body fragrance rushed into his brain through Duan Hong's nose. As if it was a conditioned reflex, he drooled out a mouthful of saliva, ”Second Master, this — is this the new Wumu Divine Wine you've brewed?”

The wrinkles on his face were like chrysanthemums as they gathered together. His pair of bell-like eyes flickered as he held the jug of black wine and gulped down a large mouthful.

”Of course, the Wumu Divine Wine was passed down by your Grand Master. I spent all my life's energy and have finally made it. If it weren't for the fact that some of the materials were already extinct, it would have been completed long ago.”

Duan Hong sighed inwardly: The Second Master's addiction toward alcohol had increased again. When I first came here, he was only drinking with a small bottle in hand. Now that I've switched to the wine jar, it's fortunate that he knows how to brew.

Just as Duan Hong was about to reach out to pick up the Goat Fat Bottle, he immediately stopped the withered grass. He put down the jar of wine, burped with a smile, and said, ”Comprehending the wine, I'll still do it myself.”

He thought to himself: This is how I gave you the white peach dew last time. I can't let you do it this time.

How could Duan Hong not know what he was thinking? He took a step back and sat on a dry red wooden barrel as he quietly watched.

Carefully, the withered grass picked up the mutton fat bottle. Casually taking a clean bowl from the side, he scooped out half a bowl of white sand spring water and poured a drop from the bottle.

< p > ”Heh heh, you – you try it.”

Duan Hong almost fell from the barrel of wine. ”Second Master! It can't be, last time, when Pork Triple poured water into the meat, he gave me and Third Master a terrible beating, you actually — — Even if it's good for you to add some water to the wine, but you can't possibly add half a bowl of wine to the bowl of water right? ”

Duan Hong took the bowl and gulped it all down.