Qin Ming leaned against the stone vat, his injuries more serious and he was breathing heavily. The chest injured by the Fire Snake Palm smelled like barbecue, and the bones in the chest seemed to be cracked. But he didn't cry out in pain, didn't show weakness, and had a mischievous smile on his lips. "Sister Zhao Min, don't shout so loudly that others may misunderstand you."
"You madman! Bastard! You bastard!" Zhao Min screamed in shame and anger. Just as she was about to attack again, the wound on her shoulder was affected, causing her face to turn pale in pain.
"If you can cripple me, don't talk nonsense. If you can't cripple me, get out." Qin Ming spit out the blood, took out the flying knife from his waist, endured the pain to raise his energy, and assumed a weird posture, concentrating all his strength on his right hand.
This was his life-saving knife-throwing skill. If Zhao Min hadn't been in a much higher realm than him, he wouldn't have shown it off easily.
"He can throw knives?" Zhao Min did not hide his complaints about Zhao Lie. This knife-throwing skill cannot be mastered in two or three years, and it is very tricky. Coupled with his strength, the power is amazing, and it doesn't look like him. It was practiced casually, more like a set of martial arts, but Qingyun Sect didn't seem to have any martial arts like flying knives.
"I really don't know." Zhao Lie was depressed and frightened. He also saw that the flying knife was unusual.
"Hey, Sister Zhao Min, you're naked." Qin Ming whistled.
"Shameless!" Zhao Min hurriedly pulled on her skirt. Qin Ming's eyes narrowed and he seized the opportunity to wave his hand to shoot the flying knife. But at this moment, a sound of breaking wind sounded, and a young man carrying an iron sword rushed towards here. The iron sword was golden in color, and the sharp sword energy and frightening light could be felt from a distance.
"Golden Sword Cheng Mu? Damn it, why is he here?" Zhao Min's face changed slightly, and he immediately tightened his tattered clothes and rushed into the dense forest. Before leaving, he glanced at Qin Ming angrily.
"Sister! Wait for me." Zhao Lie also recognized the person and ran away in a hurry, not caring about Qin Ming.
Qin Ming frowned slightly and put away the flying knife.
After a while, a young man in black came to Qin Ming. He was very handsome, not a weak beauty, but a masculine beauty. His facial features were sharp and angular, and his eyes were sharp and deep, which made him feel oppressive.
The black clothes cannot hide his outstanding heroic appearance. The most eye-catching thing is actually the golden feathers embroidered on both sides of his collar. This is a special symbol and represents his noble status - a disciple of Jin Ling!
The Qingyun Sect has a strict hierarchy, divided into ordinary disciples, direct disciples of the elders, and Jin Ling disciples.
Ordinary disciples are divided into lower-class disciples, middle-class disciples, and upper-class disciples.
Most of the more than 8,000 disciples of the Qingyun Sect are ordinary disciples. There are only 600 direct disciples of the elders, and there are only 30 Jin Ling disciples in total, and there are only five in the teenage age group.
The person in front of him is Jin Ling's disciple, one of the five great wizards of the new generation, Jin Jian Cheng Mu.
He is extremely talented and has created many miracles of the Qingyun Sect. The golden sword was forged for him personally by the master of the Qingyun Sect, and it can exude fierce sword energy.
Qin Ming is an ordinary disciple, a lower-class disciple among ordinary disciples, and a punished lower-class disciple, belonging to the lowest group. Compared with the person in front of me, he is like an eagle in the sky and a sparrow on the ground.
"What happened?" Cheng Mu said indifferently. He was going to the medicine mountain to get some spiritual herbs, but he came over when he heard the sound of fighting on the way. The scene was in a mess, and there were still flames on the ground. It was obvious that a fight had just occurred.
Qin Ming was seriously injured now, but Mucheng had no intention of helping. Instead, he looked at Qin Ming with an unkind look.
"It's okay, please bother me." Qin Ming suppressed the severe pain and weakness and turned to leave.
"Stop!" Cheng Mu shouted coldly.
Qin Ming covered the wound on his chest and turned his back to Cheng Mu. "explain!"
"I have reminded you more than once. The stronger you are, the more severe the punishment you will receive. Never think about leaving the Qingyun Sect. You'd better be your servant obediently and be in awe of everyone. Don't raise your head if you can lower your head. If you can bend your head, don't raise your head. Just don't stand still, so you can get pardon. If you want to return to your Thunder Ancient City one day earlier, just do as I say one day earlier."
"Thank you for your kindness!" Qin Ming left the top of the mountain without even looking back.
"Ignorant!"
"Nothing to do with you."
"Don't think that you will be recognized after entering the Lingwu realm. Your parents are sinners of the Qingyun Sect, and you will spend your whole life paying for their sins. You don't have martial arts to guide your spiritual power, so you can't even think of going further in the Lingwu realm. I'm sure You will stop at the sixth level of Lingwu." Cheng Mu snorted coldly. He was a disciple of Jin Ling that everyone respected and envied. It was impossible to pay attention to Qin Ming, an inferior disciple, but there was a special connection between him and Qin Ming - Yue Qing!
Yue Qing is one of the five golden feather disciples of the new generation of Qingyun Sect. She has a stunning appearance, a talent that is recognized by other sects and sects, and a fairy-like temperament. She is the heart of all the disciples of Qingyun Sect. goddess.
Cheng Mu loves Yue Qing and pursues Yue Qing fanatically.
But Yue Qing's heart is not with him at all.
Qin Ming ignored him and left the top of the mountain dragging his fatigue and injuries. He had a gentle smile on his face, but this smile made people feel distressed. In the past eight years, he had encountered too many such fights. He also understands that as his strength increases, he will receive more threats and frame-ups, but he is not afraid, and he will not lower his head and act with his tail between his legs.
As long as you live, just stand.
Just stand, take a stand.
Starting from noon, it began to drizzle.
Qin Ming returned to the warehouse to prepare lunch, said hello to the old man, took some food and hid himself in the mountainside behind the warehouse.
There are jagged rocks and old trees. Normally no one would notice this place, let alone come here.
It was this place that became Qin Ming's own private martial arts training ground.
Here, he has no smile, only seriousness.
From noon to late at night, Qin Ming swallowed the life energy between heaven and earth, restored his energy and spirit, and eased his injuries.
Perhaps because he started practicing the second stage of the Sheng Sheng Jue, the recovery speed from the injury was obviously much faster this time.
"The sixth level of Lingwu is indeed not something I can challenge now. Strength, strength, I want strength."
Qin Ming gently touched the palm print scar on his chest. It would take some time for it to heal completely.
My own strength is still too weak, I must become stronger, become stronger.
After so many years of ups and downs, I finally entered the spiritual martial realm that I dreamed of. It’s time to work hard to break through and work harder than before.
"Excellent disciple! Personal disciple! Jin Ling disciple!"
Qin Ming silently thought about the levels of disciples of Qingyun Sect. Different levels, different treatment, and different influence. If he could become a disciple of Jin Ling, he would be half an elder. He used to be in the Spirit Tempering Realm and couldn't ask for status. Now he has finally broken into the Spiritual Martial Realm. His first goal is to get rid of his status as an inferior disciple. Only when his status improves can he be exposed to more martial arts and grow faster. It is possible to win more benefits for the people of Thunder Ancient City.
"For myself, for my loved ones, and for the ancient city of Thunder." Qin Ming jumped up, his heart calm, his feet slowly spread out, his hands stretched out, and he performed a wonderful starting position.
Who says he doesn't know martial arts? This is the starting position of the martial art 'King Kong Jin', a martial art that Di Yun, a direct disciple of the Qingyun Sect, is proficient in.
According to the strict sect rules of Qingyun Sect, martial arts must not be taught privately. Any disciple who borrows martial arts from Wuzong Pavilion must register and mark the return time. Elders who teach martial arts to disciples must also register clearly.
Qin Ming had never read any martial arts books, so he took a risk and learned it secretly. Taking advantage of the opportunity to deliver goods everywhere, I observed every battle and experience of Di Yun and kept it in my mind. From the surface to the inside, I studied the inside and after years of hard work, continuous improvement, and finally mastered it. In fact, I created this set of mutations myself. King Kong Jin.
This set of martial arts belongs to the high-grade spiritual level. The most powerful one can increase a person's explosive power by five times. The power is very domineering, but it has extremely demanding physical requirements. The body must first be forged into steel and iron bones before it can be used powerfully. Otherwise, it will be easily shaken. Hurt yourself.
Qin Ming actually secretly learned many martial arts, such as his direct disciple Sima Yao's Splitting Wind Sword, his direct disciple Yu Chibin's Cangyun Spear, and his direct disciple Leng Ming's Liuhe Zhang, and finally decided to devote all his efforts to practicing Vajra Power.
His physique is special. After many years of training in Shengshengjue, his physical condition far exceeds that of others, and he can easily control this set of vajra power that others dare not try.
King Kong Jin is divided into five stages of power. Qin Ming studied the first three stages by himself, but because the next four or five stages were too profound, he never succeeded.
However, the first three paragraphs are enough for him to fully display his power.
"Part one, King Kong Subdues the Tiger!" Qin Ming galloped in staggered steps, moving vigorously and swiftly through the forest, blasting the giant trees in front of him with explosive fists.
"Click."
The ancient tree was surrounded by two people and was shaking violently. A dark hole was punched out, which was directly penetrated by Qin Ming's Vajra Strength.
Qin Ming's strongest punch can reach 600 kilograms, and this punch definitely exceeds a thousand kilograms.
Qin Ming staggered forward, causing dust to fly, dead leaves to dance, and a howling wind to set off.
Bang! Boom!
Ear-shattering roars resounded on this remote mountainside. Qin Ming released himself with all his strength and immersed himself in the hard training of martial arts. Giant trees and strange rocks were all his targets. Many of the giant rocks here were carried by himself. Came here.
He was not qualified to practice in a martial arts field, so he built a place by himself.
"Second stage, Vajra Pagoda!"
"Third stage, King Kong shakes the mountain!"
… …
Qin Ming shook his body and arms as he galloped, his strength surged three times, and he crashed into a boulder two people high. Dust and mist surged, rocks flew, and the whole body trembled in the darkness.
Each section doubled the strength and put a strong load on his body. When Qin Ming hit the third section, veins were already crawling all over his body and the surface of his skin turned red.
Qin Ming has already cultivated the first three stages of King Kong Jin like fire and innocence, but his pursuit is higher. He wants to integrate his own thunder and lightning power into it to make the power of King Kong Jin stronger again.
"Crack!"
"Boom!"
All kinds of muffled sounds came and went, occasionally mixed with the harsh sound of electric light.
Qin Ming sweated in the dense forest, releasing himself heartily and painstakingly studying his martial arts.
There is no one to guide or help, he is groping for everything on his own.
He practiced until midnight and early morning. Qin Ming lay on his back on the cold stone, looking at the gloomy night and the drizzle of rain, silently calming down the hot blood all over his body. He usually can use Vajra Power for up to two hours, but today it lasted for half an hour for an unprecedented time. The powerful power shook his body to the point of boiling, steam was rising all over his body, and his blood seemed to be boiling.
As he watched, two figures seemed to appear in the gloomy sky, smiling at him.
Qin Ming smiled, but two tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he murmured.
"Father...Mother..."
"Boy... I miss you..."
"Where are you… "