Chapter 95 Around the Square

Jiulong is like a small beast in the open space in front of Zhao Yong's arms. No matter how it flutters, it can't jump out of Zhao Yong's five-finger mountain.

Every time Jiulong's body exerts strength, Zhao Yong can hear its center of gravity and position. His fingers are as soft as lightning in its force position, and he doesn't let Jiulong complete the force action at all. Jiulong seemed to be stuck in his throat. He had an empty brute force but had nowhere to vent. He was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He was furious, roared in his mouth, and his mind completely fell into madness.

But Zhao Yongcai doesn't care what Jiulong's reaction is. Even if Jiulong doesn't jump up, he will come to the door and use its violent state to verify his experience in that war. What a good opportunity.

Luo Si beside him was very moved to see Zhao Yong helping Jiulong so painsily, but if she knew what Zhao Yong was thinking now, she didn't know if she would still think the same as now.

Zhao Yong's arms were intertwined into a cage, which imprisoned Jiulong in place. The more Zhao Yong played, the more comfortable he was. The more he practiced, the more comfortable he was. His whole body was full of strength, and his intention was from his heart. Now he can be regarded as a complete practice of Mingjin. Last time, due to the urgency of time, he was still not very perfect and roundness.

With the deepening of integration, the strength of Jiulong's limbs is getting stronger and bigger, but Zhao Yong is not afraid. He can't wait for more strength, so that his experiment can be optimal.

At this moment, Jiulong is no different from the metal mercury ball in his eyes. It's just a prop for practicing.

The strength between Jiulong's hands and feet was blocked by Zhao Yong. The genes in its body are constantly merging, the violent breath on its body is slowly decreasing, the blood color gradually fades from its eyes, and its mind begins to regain consciousness.

The original blurred surrounding scenery gradually became clear in Kowloon. At first glance, it saw Luo Si's anxious expression. A thunderous voice roared out of Jiulong's throat, which scared itself, not the familiar wolf howl.

Jiulong was still puzzled. Suddenly, two fan-sized palms swept towards him. He didn't have time to rush to stop it. The dog glanced and found that the attacker was Zhao Yong.

Jiulong's throat kept roaring like thunder, trying to explain something and remind them that they had completely woken up and stopped attacking.

Ross and others heard Jiulong's roar and thought it was going to go crazy. The situation had just improved a little. How could the situation suddenly turn sharply?

Zhao Yong immediately noticed that the violence on Jiulong's body had faded and woke up from his madness. However, he ignored Jiulong's roar and took action more quickly. One move was as fast as a move. There was a tendency to kill Jiulong under his palm. If there was a substantial pressure on Jiulong's body, it would make his breath suffocate. .

In the face of Zhao Yong's flesh palm flying up and down, there is an amazing control ability, and a higher level of suppression. Even if the gene of the red gold bargear is integrated, Jiulong is still at an absolute disadvantage. It has no time to ask others for help. A little distracted, Zhao Yong's flesh palm will be patted on his body. Drama It's extremely painful.

Jiulong must concentrate, otherwise it will definitely die tragically under him if it can't survive a few rounds. It must tap its potential to escape.

Ross, who was standing aside, had smelled something wrong. Although she didn't know why there was such intuition, her intuition told her that Jiulong had woken up. Luo Si was about to interrupt Zhao Yong, but Xin Yue made a silent gesture to her, and she had to Tolerance and so on.

Xin Yue has seen that Zhao Yong uses high-pressure means to make Jiulong quickly adapt to the body after the mutant, and maximizes the potential of Jiulong. Zhao Yong is like a smart sculptor, removing Jiulong's physical and spiritual magazines. If Jiulong has gone through life-and-death battles again and again, his combat experience will be rapidly improved. Attack skills and control skills gradually become round.

This is the moment of life and death, which is better than more than more than ten years of training, but this is extremely demanding for the caster. If you are not careful, you will really splash blood on the spot.

Every time Zhao Yong took action, he was just right. He was always stuck at the critical time when Jiulong exerted his strength, so that he had to integrate everything. Jiulong's hair suddenly exploded all over his body, and a stream of heat swam in his body. He could not spit it up quickly. The bloody wolf's claws suddenly expanded a few points, and his hand swept more than ten thousand pounds. Zhao Yong's iron fist met the wolf claws of Kowloon.

Jiulong was forced to a desperate situation and actually integrated the martial arts he once understood into his own attack. I have to say that Zhao Yong's unique teaching method is so efficient.

Boom! With a loud noise, Jiulong flew backwards and hit the alloy wall heavily, making a metal crashing sound. The alloy wall was knocked into a shallow hole, and the body slowly slipped down along the wall, so tired that it fainted.

Luo Si rushed to Jiulong's side in three steps and two steps. A pair of slender hands pressed against Jiulong's body, and his eyes narrowed Zhao Yong's eyes fiercely. Unexpectedly, Zhao Yong's action was so cruel. Zhao Yong's face did not change and his heart did not beat, and he directly ignored it.

The glass jar that treated Uncle Yusheng made a sound. For some reason, Uncle Yusheng also woke up from a coma. His head was like a paste, and his memory still stayed in the shocking claws of the leopard-print cunning wolf. Seeing the glass beads scattered in front of him, the images of Luo Si, Zhao Yong and Gao Yuan appeared from himself. In my sight, there is also a woman I don't know.

Xin Yue had controlled the robotic arm to open the glass jar, and the cold robotic arm held Yusheng's uncle's arms and slowly carried him out of the glass jar.

With the recovery of his body, Uncle Yusheng's thoughts gradually became clear. When he was held out by the mechanical arm, he was completely awake. Uncle Yusheng's old face turned red, and he remembered that he was lying naked in front of them.

A white cotton coat gently covered Uncle Yusheng's body, and the plateau hung with laughter at the corners of his mouth.

"Sir, it's cold. Take care of yourself. It's better to wear more clothes."

Uncle Yusheng almost lost his breath when he heard the jokes of the plateau, but he finally calmed down.

"Where is this?" Uncle Yusheng asked.

"Duncle, take a break first and recover. Let's talk about it then." Xin Yue stepped forward and gently picked up Uncle Yusheng's arm. Uncle Yusheng looked at the strange woman in front of him, with bright teeth and bright eyes. A kind of temperament of an old-shooting god emanated from her body, which made people feel uncomfortable.

Yusheng was stunned on the spot. Xin Yue had gently helped him hand over to the plateau and let him move his legs. After all, he had not been exercising for a long time, so Yusheng had to walk slowly and move the muscles of his legs.