"This, I didn't expect it to be like this." Monk Wei scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, you take care of the political commissar, and come to my place tomorrow morning. You have to pay the price for rescuing your commander, that's the cause and effect." Ye Zheng glanced at Monk Wei and spoke.

Monk Wei nodded, indicating that he understood.

Seeing this, Ye Zheng returned to his own courtyard, sat cross-legged, and constantly moved his qi and blood, honing his spiritual power.

The next morning.

"Mr. Ye, I don't know what you want us to do." Monk Wei stared at Ye Zheng and spoke.

"You can get more by following me. Do you want to drive the Japanese out of China?" Ye Zheng's tone was very calm, revealing a cold and stern look.

"Of course I do. Mr. Ye is willing to teach me." Monk Wei's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked a little expectant.

"It's okay to teach you, but you have to remain loyal enough." Ye Zheng thought for a while and took out a book on the Bull Demon's Power Fist from the dragon-patterned black gold tripod. This was something he had obtained in the Yangshen World and had always been placed in a corner of the dragon-patterned black gold tripod.

"This is really for me." Monk Wei's gaze fell on the Bull Demon's powerful fist and he could not move his gaze away immediately, his heart was churning.

"Haha, it's just a small low-level secret book. It's not worth anything. When you are strong enough in the future, there will be better ones." Ye Zheng chuckled and thought of the time when he had just traveled through time and fought with Hu Bayi and Fatty for survival.

When Monk Wei saw Ye Zheng nod, he immediately couldn't wait to look through the Bull Demon's Great Fist and began to practice according to the moves in it.

"Let me first tell you about the realms of martial arts practice: martial student, martial apprentice, warrior, martial artist, innate martial artist, grand master, martial saint, and above that there is the realm of human immortal, but I won't talk about that for now."

Ye Zheng paused, and then continued, "Before the Xiantian stage, one must refine the flesh, the membrane, and the tendons and bones, and this Bull Demon Power Fist is used to refine the flesh and the membrane."

Monk Wei was fascinated by what he heard and started practicing according to the moves in the boxing manual.

Ye Zheng took a look and saw no problem, so he let him practice slowly.

“Boom.”

As Monk Wei became more and more familiar with the Bull Demon's Great Strength Bull Demon Fist, a rumbling sound could be heard from his body from time to time. His Qi and blood gradually began to surge, as if something in his body was about to explode.

After a long time, Monk Wei stopped and quietly savored the essence of the boxing he had just demonstrated.

"Monk Wei, the blood in your body is not ordinary. It allows you to practice the human-immortal martial arts so quickly." Ye Zheng took a look at Monk Wei's condition and found that he had reached the limit of a flesh-refining martial artist.

"Well, I don't know either. Just now when I was practicing boxing, waves of strength surged out of my body, as if it was endless." Wei Dayong scratched his head and looked at Ye Zheng somewhat unhappily.

"Well, let me take a look at your bloodline power first. Remember, don't resist." Ye Zheng watched, and Monk Wei nodded. The power of his soul and thoughts flew out, circling in the air for a while, and then fell into Monk Wei's sea of ​​consciousness.

His sea of ​​consciousness was extremely pure, and the power of his soul was also extremely reduced. As the power of his soul moved, it flowed along the sea of ​​consciousness and entered the deepest part of his blood.

“Boom.”

A huge roar shook Ye Zheng's soul and thoughts, causing them to tremble. After he calmed his mind, he saw a horrifying scene.

"Witch, witch, witch, fighting against heaven and earth."

A giant with a beast's head and a human body, covered with red scales, with fire snakes piercing his ears and a fire dragon under his feet, he stood with his head held high and feet on the ground, constantly roaring, shaking the heavens and the earth, like thunder filling the ears.

Ye Zheng didn't react for a moment, immersed in the blood power that fought against heaven and earth, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

"This is, this kind of image, the ancestor of fire, Zhurong, the blood of the ancient times, how could he appear in such a low-level world? Could it be that the witch clan once existed in this world?" Ye Zheng was a little confused for a moment.

Without staying for too long, his soul flew out of Monk Wei's body, and after circling for a while, it flew into his own body.

"Mr. Ye, what's going on with me?" When Monk Wei saw Ye Zheng open his eyes, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Monk Wei, your bloodline is not simple. If you practice hard, you will have a place in the heavens and myriad worlds in the future." Ye Zheng thought for a while and gave some instructions to Monk Wei.

Monk Wei nodded very seriously, thinking, "His strength has increased so quickly. I think he can beat my previous self. Killing the Japanese soldiers will be easier. Mr. Ye is really amazing."

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"You are only one step away from reaching the level of a martial artist with your current strength. So, I'll give you the Tiger Demon Bone Tempering Fist as well. Let's practice together. When you reach the level of bones as hard as steel, I'll guide you in your subsequent training." Ye Zheng thought for a moment, took out the Tiger Demon Bone Tempering Fist from the dragon-patterned black gold tripod, and gave it to Monk Wei.

"I understand, Mr. Ye." Monk Wei took the secret book excitedly, held it in his arms very carefully, and looked at Ye Zheng with gratitude.

"In that case, you should go back and study slowly. Remember, if there is anything wrong, stop immediately. Don't practice randomly, otherwise you will easily ruin yourself." Seeing that nothing was wrong, Ye Zheng sent Monk Wei away and went back to practice on his own.

Monk Wei nodded, then turned and left Ye Zheng's yard.

"This monk Wei has good aptitude and comprehension. If he is trained well and combined with the power of his bloodline, he will be a good seedling and easy to use." Ye Zheng looked at Wei Dayong who was leaving and smacked his lips with satisfaction.

In another small courtyard.

"Wei Monk, Wei Dayong, where the hell have you been? Come here quickly." Li Yunlong struggled to get up from the kang, leaned against the wall, and shouted.

"Hey, Captain, I'm here." After coming out from Ye Zheng, Monk Wei quickly rushed back to the courtyard where Li Yunlong was. Before he even entered the courtyard, he heard his captain shouting, so he quickly responded and walked into the house.

"Monk, where is the political commissar? What's the situation now? Have all the battalions and companies returned to their bases?" Li Yunlong looked at Monk Wei with a depressed look.

"Commander, you're awake. That's great. We suffered heavy casualties this time. Most of our men fell on the way to the charge, and the political commissar hasn't even gotten up yet." Monk Wei was delighted to see that Li Yunlong was well again, but he became depressed again when he thought of the comrades who had sacrificed their lives.

"How did we break out in the end? Are Xizi and the others still alive? Damn it, I almost forgot. They disobeyed orders on the battlefield and even dared to hit me." Li Yunlong got angry again when he thought of this.

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