"Look at this ..." Tang Wen stretched out his hand, and a stone as thick as a washbasin flew toward him.
Tang Wen grabbed it and rubbed it, and the stone turned into powder.
Tang Wen threw it into the air, and the stone powder instantly condensed into a Stone Dragon that flew out.
With a crisp crack, a large tree in the garden was directly broken by the impact.
"Brother, is this a magic trick?" Tang Yu was stunned.
"This isn't a magic trick. It's an ancient fist art. Actually, it should be called martial arts.
He could strengthen himself through cultivation and not take the Empire's medicine.
"Of course, we also take medicine. It's called spirit pills ..." Tang Wen began to guide the family into the house.
"It seems that the Empire 's" records of the mountains and wild "also talked about this ancient method." Said Tang Linde with a nod.
The whole family was suddenly excited. After eating hastily, they made a fuss about Tang Wen teaching them martial arts.
