Yang Yaodao: "Second brother, you should still take the inner elixir. I still have dozens of them. If you want them, I will give you some now."
Hou Yifei waved his hand quickly and said: "No, brother, don't eat everything. You must leave some for us and make the elixir for us, otherwise we won't be able to keep up with you. You will be very unhappy without your helpers." It’s safe. I can’t help, and it’s very shameless. So for the sake of all of us, you must leave some food for us.”
Yang Yao said with a straight face: "Second brother, you talk a lot of nonsense. The good things I get will be shared equally with everyone, so don't worry. As the eldest brother, I will definitely take good care of everyone. It's just the inner elixir of the frog turtle demon." It’s extremely cold. If you want to refine the elixir, you need fire-attribute spiritual materials. Please use some snacks and collect more spiritual materials for me.”
Hou Yifei said: "Don't worry, brother, I will definitely get the spiritual materials for you as soon as possible. I will work hard to eat."
Zhang Zhimeng had been standing by in a daze. Seeing him like this, Yang Yao waved his hand in front of Zhang Zhimeng and said, "Third brother, what are you thinking about? Why are you in a daze?"
Zhang Zhimeng was thinking about stabbing Yang Yao with a spear to test the strength of his body. When his vision suddenly went dark, he suddenly woke up and said, "Brother, can you let me stab you?"
Yang Yao was stunned and said, "What, third brother, why did you stab me?"
Zhang Zhimeng said: "Brother, don't you want to test the strength of your body? Let me come, let me stab you and try it? Please."
Hou Yifei suddenly stood up from the ground and said, "No, brother, let me stab you, I want to stab you too."
Zhang Zhimeng begged Hou Yifei: "Second brother, let me go, please. Your face is blue and you have no strength. You can't measure the physical strength of the elder brother. I have two levels of spear intention and one foot of spear light. I can stab the elder brother." I’m definitely the best fit.”
Hou Yifei waved his hand and said, "Okay, I'll give it to you. Don't pierce my eldest brother, be careful."
Zhang Zhimeng immediately became happy and said: "No, I will stab slowly." He raised his hand, held the gun in his hand, and stabbed Yang Yao.
Yang Yao couldn't help but take a step back, his face changed in fear, and he said: "Slow down, third brother, let me prepare mentally." Looking at the bright tip of the spear, he couldn't help feeling frightened.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t get scared, a normal person will get scared.
Zhang Zhimeng stopped his spear and said, "Brother, are you okay?"
Yang Yao pulled up her clothes, straightened her chest, and said, "Okay, please slow down, don't stab me hard. Don't stab my heart. If it pierces there, I'll be dead."
Zhang Zhimeng looked cautious, and slowly poked forward with the gun. When he was still more than ten centimeters away from Yang Yao, he couldn't help but suddenly poked forward, directly hitting Yang Yao's body.
"ah."
Zhang Yue'e, Hou Yifei, and Yang Yao all screamed in fright.
Yang Yao jumped back a few meters.
Zhang Zhimeng looked confused and apologetic, and said: "Brother, I couldn't hold it back. When the tip of the gun came close to you, I didn't know what I was thinking, so I just poked it out. Are you okay?"
The moment the tip of the gun poked, Yang Yao felt some pain on his skin. He didn't know if it had penetrated into the flesh, so he opened his clothes and took a look. He found that there was only a slight red spot and no wounds. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. , said: "Third brother, you almost scared me to death. What are you thinking about?"
Zhang Zhimeng said: "It's not hurt, brother?"
Yang Yao said: "There is no injury, there is just a red spot. Give me your gun to use, and I will poke it myself. I don't feel at ease if you poke it."
Zhang Zhimeng showed a reluctant expression and said: "Brother, let me poke. I will not poke hard this time, but gradually increase the strength. Don't worry, I will be able to control it this time."
Yang Yao hesitated for a while and said, "Okay."
Zhang Zhimeng raised his gun, continued to approach Yang Yao, and quickly poked Yang Yao with the tip of the gun.
This time he did not exert force suddenly, but continued to exert force. When he used 70% of his strength, Zhang Zhimeng calmed down slightly and asked, "Is something wrong?"
Yang Yao only felt a slight pain and said, "It's okay, you can continue."
Zhang Zhimeng continued to exert force until he reached 80%, 90%, or 100% of his strength. Yang Yao could still bear it.
Zhang Zhimeng persisted for a while, put away the spear, and said, "Brother, let me take a look."
Yang Yao opened his clothes and saw a darker red spot where the spear tip was stabbed. It was still undamaged, and he couldn't help but feel a little incredible.
Zhang Zhimeng said: "How about I try it with the gun light?"
Yang Yao stretched out his arm and said, "Come and chop my arm. Use your strength slowly and don't remove my arm."
Zhang Zhimeng nodded, raised his gun, and with a thought, a spear light more than a foot long emitted from the tip of the gun, which looked extremely sharp. He moved the gun downward slightly so that the gun light came into contact with Yang Yao's skin, and then continued to push downward.
After a while, the gun light only left a dent on Yang Yao's arm and was unable to cut into the skin.
Zhang Zhimeng said: "I'm going to work harder, brother."
Yang Yao said: "Okay, don't use too much force."
Zhang Zhimeng then increased his downward pressure step by step. As his strength increased, the dent made by the gun light on Yang Yao's arm gradually sunk deeper, but it still did not cut into the skin.
Zhang Zhimeng finally used all his strength, but the gun light still couldn't cut into Yang Yao's skin.
He put away the spear and said, "Brother, I tried my best."
Yang Yao looked confused and said, "Xiaomeng, just try your best."
Zhang Zhimeng said: "Unless I use strong force, I have tried my best. Brother, your physical strength is really abnormal. If I fight you, I have absolutely no chance of winning, but..."
Yang Yao asked: "But what?"
Zhang Zhimeng said: "I didn't prick your eyes, belly button, or mouth. Can you let me prick you in these three places?"
Yang Yao said: "No, third brother, the eyeballs have the weakest defense. I don't have the confidence to let you go. The navel and mouth are not allowed to be pierced. Your spear light will definitely be able to pierce these two places." "
Zhang Zhimeng said: "Then if I fight with you, I can only stab you in these three places. I feel like I have no chance of winning."
Hou Yifei said: "Brother is very fast. Third brother, even if you want to stab my brother in those three places, you may not be able to do it."
Zhang Zhimeng was immediately discouraged, squatted on the ground, and said: "No, why, brother, why are you so defensive? I can't even hurt you, so how can I fight you?"
Hou Yifei said: "I'm not the same, and I can't cause harm to my eldest brother. What do you have to feel inferior to? I don't have any inferiority complex."
Zhang Zhimeng said: "Second brother, can you let me stab you?"
Hou Yifei was startled and said, "No, third brother, my skin is not as tough as my elder brother's. Don't prick me. If you prick me, I guarantee it will bleed."
Zhang Zhimeng stood up suddenly and begged: "Please, second brother, let me stab you." He took the gun and stabbed Hou Yifei.
