Li Shangen blinked and shook his head. He didn't know much about this.

Ding Zheng was thinking vaguely.

It is not a monkey, let alone an ordinary gorilla.

Although the blood of the King Kong family has never been reflected in it, it does not mean that it does not exist.

It is very likely that this is the embodiment of one of the characteristics of the King Kong bloodline.

The body's powerful defense!

Even before cultivating iron cloth shirts, he has already reached the level of ordinary human beings like Yan Zhendong who have been cultivating for more than half a year.

Yan Zhendong pondered for a long time without any results, and shook his head to clarify other thoughts: "Forget it, let's do it like this!"

After tossing for a long time, Ding Zhengtie's training in cloth shirt finally began.

After the strength was strong enough, Ding Zhengcai clearly felt the burning pain on the surface of his body.

With Yan Zhendong's beating, it felt like its entire body was thrown into a frying pan.

At the same time, the inner qi of Tongzi Gong in the waist and abdomen also began to be more active under sufficient stimulation, running constantly, resisting Yan Zhendong's beating.

When it was completely dark, the round of cultivation was finally completed.

Ding Zheng gritted his teeth, his hair was completely soaked.

Yan Zhendong didn't get much better either.

With Ding Zheng's defensive power, he had to do everything he could to be effective. After a few beats, he was sweating.

"Tomorrow we will use cloth to practice."

Yan Zhendong thought for a while, and said to Li Shangen, directly raising Ding Zheng's training progress by one level.

"Damn it, I switched to cloth back then, almost after cultivating for a year..." Yan Zhendong shook his head with an incomprehensible look on his face.

"Some people are very talented, especially in the practice of hard skills such as iron cloth shirt. If they practice for one year, it is equivalent to others' practice for several years, and the starting point should be higher. After such people practice iron cloth shirt successfully. , will be very scary, but this kind of person is rare to see in a hundred years..." Yan Zhendong remembered what his master had said when he was cultivating, and his gaze towards Ding Zheng was even more strange.

"Could it be that this monkey is really the kind of martial arts prodigy that is rare in a century?" Yan Zhendong thought, feeling that his entire mind was dizzy and filled with absurdities.

…

Ding Zheng rested for the night.

The next day, although the injury was still recovering, he still went out to perform.

Money can't stop!

After the shift in the afternoon, it did not go to Yan Zhendong directly, but took Li Shangen to Baozhilin together.

The cultivation of iron cloth shirt must have the cooperation of medicinal materials.

You can buy medicinal herbs anywhere, of course it’s not a loss to get familiar with them in Baozhilin.

Fortunately, after so long, Huang Feihong finally no longer has prejudice against animals.

When he saw that Li Shangen brought a monkey to buy medicine, he smiled and took the initiative to greet him!

"You, you... Have you been... have you been here before?" Ya Chasu looked at Ding Zheng and Li Shangen, and didn't remember for a while.

"You don't know this? This is the famous monkey these days!" With pigtails on his head, he is eight feet tall, and his waist is close to eight feet. The thick blouse on his body can't even cover the fat pork. Rong said.

Pork Rong is another apprentice of Huang Feihong. His sideline is selling pork. He is extremely fat and has the highest combat power among all the apprentices.

That huge body is the guarantee of strength.

Pork Rong kept turning in circles beside Ding Zheng, his eyes narrowed into two slits, he looked very excited, obviously he had seen Li Shangen and Ding Zheng perform.

"What, what, what **** monkey?" Ya Zhasu looked confused.

Compared to selling pork outside, Pork Rong, who has a detached personality, is much quieter. He basically stays in the Baozhi Forest and follows Huang Feihong to concentrate on studying medicine and does not pay much attention to the outside world.

Even when Huang Feihong went out, he read books alone in Baozhilin, a typical otaku who likes to entertain himself.

Pork Rong glanced at his teeth and brushed Su, his face sank: "Fake foreign devils are fake foreign devils, even **** monkeys don't know."

"I don't know about the **** monkey either. I'm also a fake foreign devil?"

Suddenly, a nasal voice sounded.

Pork Rong immediately put on a smiling face, turned his head and saluted, "Of course not, Master."

Huang Feihong, who looked like Jet Li, came over, wearing a long brown robe, his tail was meticulously combed, staring at Pork Rong with a stern expression.

"Does the fake foreign devil have anything to do with knowing the monkey?" Huang Feihong asked.

"Of course there is!" Pork Rong replied conditioned reflexively, and then immediately shrank his neck. After thinking for a while, he said helplessly, "No!"

"Since there's no such thing, who told you to say that?" Huang Feihong was very dignified in front of his disciples, and Xundi Pork Rong didn't dare to refute it at all.

"Master, I was wrong, and I'll never say that again." Pork Rong immediately confessed.

In fact, Pork Rong just hadn't read a book, plus he was quick-tempered and open-mouthed, but in fact his heart was not bad.

"Then I'll spare you one more time. There shouldn't be anyone here to seek medical attention now, so go back and rest!" Huang Feihong stood beside Zhu Rong. He was much shorter than Zhu Rong, but his aura was undoubtedly stronger.

"It's Master." Pork Rong replied weakly and was taught by Master. Naturally, he couldn't feel better, but he knew what he had done, and he didn't dare to argue. He looked at Ding Zheng reluctantly. Leaving Baozhilin.

After teaching the apprentice, Huang Feihong looked at Li Shangen and Ding Zheng with a smile, and he looked quite handsome: "The apprentice is ignorant, so I laughed."

Li Shangen also heard that Bao Zhilin's doctor was a well-known martial arts master, so he didn't dare to trust him, so he quickly bowed and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

After Huang Feihong glanced at Li Shangen for a few times, he naturally set his eyes on Ding Zheng, and then he couldn't take it away.

Li Shangen immediately said, "To get the medicine, we are here to get the medicine."

Saying that, he took out the prescription written by Yan Zhendong.

Ding Zheng originally wanted to revise the writing to make it look better, but he was afraid that there would be problems with the revision, so he simply brought the original version over.

Huang Feihong took the prescription and looked at it for a while, then looked at Li Shangen with strange eyes, and asked, "Are you trying to practice hard qigong?"

Li Shangen immediately shook his head and pointed at Ding Zheng: "It's not me, it's it!"

Ding Zheng squatted on the ground, trying to make himself inconspicuous as much as possible, but when he heard this, he raised his head, looked at Huang Feihong, and laughed.

Huang Feihong's eyes froze, and he looked at Li Shangen: "It's not a joke."

Li Shangen smiled dryly and explained, "I know it's hard to believe, but it really is."

Before coming here, Ding Zheng reminded Li Shangen that there is no need to cover up its specialness and intelligence too much in Baozhilin.

At this time, Li Shangen was still the "master" on the surface.

But in fact, Ding Zheng has mastered almost all the right to speak.

After all, audiences only like to see Ding Zheng, the strange monkey.