After dealing with Qi Changfa first, Zhang Yuzhu's eyes flashed with a sharp look.

A streak of blood light appeared immediately. Qi Changfa had just arrived in front of Zhang Yuzhu and before he could react, he was pounced on by the blood light and became silent on the spot.

Zhang Yuzhu lifted the mummy, exerted all his strength, shook it, and threw it to the side, out of sight.

At this time, the blood glow has begun to feed back energy to Zhang Yuzhu, and a warm current flows around Zhang Yuzhu.

"drink!"

The slightly black hands thrust directly into the mountain next to it.

Now Zhang Yuzhu needs to practice external skills, Iron Sand Palm!

There is no iron sand here, but there are rocks!

"Whoa! Whoa!"

Even if his finger was broken, Zhang Yuzhu didn't care and kept thrusting into the mountain.

Anyway, the energy of the blood was repairing it, and it was not broken once, and it was repaired almost in the blink of an eye.

In this continuous cycle of fracture and repair, Zhang Yuzhu's palms became harder and harder, gradually gaining the power of steel.

At this time, Zhang Yuzhu's fingers could already be inserted into the mountain.

According to Zhang Yuzhu's understanding, when you wave your palm lightly, your palm can directly sink into the mountain, and you have mastered Iron Sand Palm!

"Crack!"

A broken finger is nothing to Zhang Yuzhu.

I saw him just licking his fingers, and the fingers returned to their original positions.

Then, the energy in the blood light went directly to the broken finger, and the bone grew back in just one or two breaths.

Not only was the finger broken, even the muscles in the hand were constantly torn, but they were completely restored in an instant.

This huge sound also woke up the two unconscious people, Di Yun and Qi Fang. Unfortunately, the two people had their acupuncture points tapped and could not move or speak. They could only wait silently.

After Zhang Yuzhu finished practicing, he came over to help them unlock their acupuncture points.

The night was getting darker and darker, and Zhang Yuzhu's palms were moving faster and faster against the gravel, and afterimages gradually appeared.

There is something going on at home, so I have to write 3,000 words a day these days.
Chapter completed!