Qin Ming pressed the purple and gold hammer of the big hammer, walked outside the store, and clasped his fists towards the young prince Han Wuyang: "I have heard about the young prince for a long time, and today I finally met. I am Lu Yao. I wonder if there is a chance to express my gratitude to the young prince. Your Majesty, could you please give me a few tips?"
Han Wu and Yang sat high on the Thunder Horn Winged Horse and looked at him with lowered eyes. "Which sect?"
"Master is a casual cultivator."
Han Wuyang stopped talking or paying attention, he was no longer interested.
Such a person is not qualified to be his opponent.
He is the majestic young prince of the Yingwang Palace. There are too many people who want to pick ZHAN. Will he pick ZHAN out of anyone? joke!
Qin Ming stood outside the store for a while with his fists in his hands. When he saw that Han Wuyang didn't bother to look, he was not annoyed. He smiled softly and turned to the bald man next to him: "Could it be that the young prince is worried about making a fool of himself before entering the imperial city?" ?Am I qualified enough? Let your guards try it."
Hua Dachui rubbed his bruised arm that was pinched by Qin Ming. Although he felt uncomfortable, he still said something for him: "This is a good friend of mine. You may not be his opponent."
Yan Luo glanced at Han Wuyang and sent someone to try out what this boy's background was. Hua Dachui is arrogant and rarely makes friends. Does it look like he is going to take him back to the imperial city this time
"Young prince, let me do it!" The bald man put down the pale coffin, saluted Han Wuyang, and jumped off the thunder-horned winged horse. His whole body was wrapped with black chains. At this moment, he looked like a resurrected black snake. It automatically separated from the body and wandered on the surface of jing's strong body. It made a crackling sound and looked very evil: "Yingwang Mansion, Wang Zhong!"
Qin Ming suddenly became violent and did not reply. He simply rushed towards Wang Zhong and struck him directly with his fists raised. His energy roared and made a rumble of thunder.
"What about your martial arts? Do you want to fight with your fists?" Wang Zhong sneered and flicked his right hand violently. The chains boiled like dozens of black snakes, rushing fiercely. The chains were dark and heavy, steaming with fierce force. Black energy, at the same time, the number of chains on his body doubled, as if appearing out of thin air, more and more, stirring and surging, like a black iron flood surging throughout his body.
A vicious air swept through the streets.
The crowds on both sides of the street retreated one after another, and even the Thunderhorned Winged Horses neighed uneasily.
The palace guards on Lei Jiao Yi's horse all twitched their lips and laughed, they were overestimating their abilities.
Facing the dozens of black chains coming towards him, Qin Ming had no intention of hiding. He struck in an instant and struck hard with his fist. There was nothing fancy about it, just a punch.
Everyone exclaimed, as if they saw his arm being shattered by a group of chains.
but…
Bang!
The chain group of the critical attack suddenly hit the thick steel plate, shattered in an instant, and was thrown away, and the momentum of the strong attack was suddenly scattered.
Wang Zhong's face changed again and again, and he retreated decisively, but Qin Ming followed up like lightning, tumbling in the air, flipping 360 degrees, and his right tui swept out like a long whip, accompanied by gusts of strong wind. The loud crashing sound shook off the chains around Wang Zhong. Due to the force of the impact, all the clothes of Qin Mingtui were broken and scattered.
Bang! Qin Ming's sweep hit him firmly.
Wang Zhong flew out sideways and crashed into the restaurant next to him.
Han Wu Yang frowned slightly, very dissatisfied with Wang Zhong's performance.
hateful!
Wang Zhong was so angry that I was humiliated in public before I could take action officially. Boy, you are looking for death!
However…
There was a crisp sound, and the street seemed to freeze.
Qin Ming actually caught up with Wang Zhong, who was flying around, and his hands clasped his thick ankles like iron pliers.
Wang Zhong was stunned and grabbed my feet? Is there something wrong with your head? Isn't this a sign of death? He reacted very quickly, breaking away from all the chains all over his body, and rushed towards his ankles with rapid impact. The cloud was lifted up several meters high, like a black iron wave chao, trying to submerge Qin Ming and knock him away.
But the next second, the whole audience exclaimed, and everyone opened their mouths. At the same time as Wang Zhong counterattacked, Qin Ming exerted all his strength, grabbed his ankle, threw him hard, and blasted him toward the ground.
rumble!
The chain and the man hit the hard stone floor. The whole street trembled, and gravel flew. It wasn't over yet. Qin Ming pinched his ankle tightly and started spinning again, left, right, right, right, left, left. , bang bang bang, slapped on the ground like a sack.
"Ah!"
"You...ah..."
"stop!"