The simple three words give people a kind of suppression power in their bloodline.

Wang Chong understood a little that this tyrannical body was not a martial art, but a physical constitution.

"How come another tyrannical body is available?"

Wang Chong didn't know how this physique came about, but he felt that following the cultivation methods above the inheritance, his body would no longer be so weak. He could even feel that the strength of the Domine Dragon body was definitely better than that of the Nine-tailed Fox.

"What kind of dog thing am I?"

Wang Chong couldn't help but complain.

Before coming to this world, he sympathized with the original owner A Tu. As a little demon fox, he lived in stagnation and finally died of lonely life.

At that time, he thought that the original owner A Tu must have been very poor in talent.

But now I see that this is not bad at all.

Thinking about it now, the reason why the original owner A Tu was so poor is probably because he was in Shitou Village. He had been with the dogs for a long time and lived a pet-like life. I am afraid that he himself thought he was a dog.

Even though you may have practiced hard, you will not be able to do so even if you lack systematic learning.

After the meal, Wang Chong practiced the skills at the door of the cottage for a while. He felt that after the font of the Balong body appeared last night, his body was vaguely different from before.

That is, it becomes hard, and the muscles and bones of my body seem to have been greatly sublimated.

Realizing this, he walked to a tree, thought to himself, and slapped the tree.

"Boom..."

The tree as thick as a thigh was broken.

"this…………"

The extremely horrifying scene in front of him made Wang Chong a little confused. Now his punch is actually... so simple.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and quickly looked around. Fortunately, because his place is remote and there is no one around.

After clenching his fists, Wang Chong knew that his strength might have reached a new level. Maybe his mother was just the peak of foundation building, but it would probably be easy to deal with people in the Nascent Soul stage.

After a while of repairing, Wang Chong cleaned up the broken tree and made it all into firewood. Then he took the broom to the martial arts training ground.

The work of the day has begun again.
Chapter completed!