An Zheng and Lang Jing both clasped their hands and leaned forward slightly, then took a step back at the same time: "Please."
Lang Jing landed, hesitated for a moment and smiled apologetically: "Wait a moment."
He grabbed it with both hands, with a sharp air-piercing wind. An Zheng continued to dodge and never fought back. Lang Jing's moves were faster and faster, and the walls and trees on both sides of the street were all marked by his hands.
Lang Jing landed, hesitated for a moment and smiled apologetically: "Wait a moment."
The moment Lang Jing said the word "please", he rushed towards An Zheng with his feet. Not a forward charge, but a real pounce.
The person who said this was not far away from An Zheng. An Zheng swept over with an arrow, grabbed the person's collar and lifted him up with one arm: "Your parents didn't educate you well, I will let you know for them. What is politeness?”
An Zheng said: "You are too impatient, and I am taking advantage of your impatience. If it is really a desperate fight, it is not certain who will win between you and me."
"Your attacks are fast and ruthless, but not targeted enough, which means many of your moves are blind."
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun, who was playing with the woman in his arms, turned to look at An Zheng, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "No wonder Ding Shengxia and the others lost so miserably."
Lang Jing's body was almost parallel to the ground. His hands and feet were skimming the ground at the same time. When he raised his head and looked at An Zheng, there was a beast-like brilliance in his eyes.
An Zheng said: "You should ask around to go to Tianqi Sect. Many people should know where it is. After you go, find Lao Huo and tell him what I mean. He will arrange a place for you. You are not allowed to go back on your word. From now on From today on, you will be my disciple of Tianqi Sect.”
Lang Jing said: "A man's words are hard to follow."
Someone muttered a few words, but did not dare to continue.
He grabbed it with both hands, with a sharp air-piercing wind. An Zheng continued to dodge and never fought back. Lang Jing's moves were faster and faster, and the walls and trees on both sides of the street were all marked by his hands.
"What do you mean by a beast? He's clearly a bastard!"
An Zheng was slightly stunned, and suddenly he understood why Lang Jing wanted to be recognized by others so much.
A wave of air exploded from An Zheng's body, and an invisible air ball formed between the two of them, knocking Lang Jing away again.
An Zheng smiled and said: "Many people know that I am the leader of Tianqi Sect. No matter how they look down on me, Tianqi Sect, the sect is there and will not disappear just because someone looks down upon it. And there are many people in my sect who need you. Come teach me, I want you to be my sect’s teacher.”
An Zheng said: "The wages are not much, and I am still tired."
Lang Jing looked down at his chest blankly, seemingly at a loss. He knew that he had been defeated. An Zheng defeated him without even using the power of cultivation except using the air ball to blow him away. Before, he saw An Zheng retreating and retreating, and thought that An Zheng was not as good as him. But at this moment, he knew how completely he had been defeated.
The person who said this was not far away from An Zheng. An Zheng swept over with an arrow, grabbed the person's collar and lifted him up with one arm: "Your parents didn't educate you well, I will let you know for them. What is politeness?”
"I'm so arrogant. I actually claim that I am invincible in the world under the age of twenty."
Not only were the three of them surprised, but Lang Jing was also surprised.
An Zheng took a step back and flew back lightly. Lang Jing landed where he was standing before, grabbing the ground with his hands. The entrance to the martial arts academy was paved with thick and solid stone slabs, but his hands scratched out ten deep grooves on the stone slabs. With the force of this grasp, his body was shot straight forward. In mid-air, his arms moved forward and his body spun rapidly.
"I don't know who gave birth to me, but I know who raised me. Whether they are humans or wolves, they are my closest relatives. Many years ago, they were killed by a hunter. I killed the hunter. Killing for wolves is also I don’t think there’s anything wrong. If you look down on me, come and fight with me. If anyone dares, come along!”
Someone muttered a few words, but did not dare to continue.
In the big tree, a gap was created by Lang Jing's feet.
An Zheng and Lang Jing both clasped their hands and leaned forward slightly, then took a step back at the same time: "Please."
An Zheng smiled and shook his head: "It's not difficult to win against him. What's difficult is to prevent people like him from continuing to become evil. He has almost reached the edge of extreme. If he is used by others again, he will become a villain."
Before Lang Jing could react, An Zheng's hand hit Lang Jing's chest seven times in a row: "You should learn the acupuncture points and structure of the human body."
His hands were at the front, and as he turned, his hands were like drills.
Not only were the three of them surprised, but Lang Jing was also surprised.
The person who said this was not far away from An Zheng. An Zheng swept over with an arrow, grabbed the person's collar and lifted him up with one arm: "Your parents didn't educate you well, I will let you know for them. What is politeness?”
An Zheng stepped on it, and a thick stone slab stood up immediately.
He shouted hoarsely, "Let's all come together." The faces of everyone watching turned pale.
Lang Jing was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"
An Zheng turned aside and let Lang Jing pass. Lang Jing jumped forward and turned upside down in mid-air. His feet reached the front, then he bent his knees and stepped on a big tree on the side of the road. His body reflected and he pounced towards An Zheng again. His speed was completely beyond the imagination of those onlookers, and everyone who regarded Lang Jing as a joke were stunned.
Lang Jing's face turned pale, and he looked down at the clothes on his chest that had been blown away.
His hands were at the front, and as he turned, his hands were like drills.
"You...are a wolf boy?"
Lang Jing landed, hesitated for a moment and smiled apologetically: "Wait a moment."
An Zheng said: "Okay, I'll treat you to a drink when I get back."
Lang Jing's hands grasped the stone slab, but he drilled through it in an instant. Among the rubble, Lang Jing's body passed through and went straight to An Zheng's chest. His hands felt as if they were made of steel, indestructible. If these hands were to grab An Zheng's chest, you can imagine what the consequences would be.
An Zheng was slightly stunned, and suddenly he understood why Lang Jing wanted to be recognized by others so much.
The moment Lang Jing said the word "please", he rushed towards An Zheng with his feet. Not a forward charge, but a real pounce.
Nie Qing laughed, turned and walked away. The people around him who were watching the excitement were left with blank expressions on their faces.
Not only were the three of them surprised, but Lang Jing was also surprised.
"That man was actually raised by wolves..."
Nie Qing laughed, turned and walked away. The people around him who were watching the excitement were left with blank expressions on their faces.
The moment Lang Jing said the word "please", he rushed towards An Zheng with his feet. Not a forward charge, but a real pounce.
Lang Jing put the shoes away and said thank you, then rushed over again. He was polite when he spoke, but turned into a complete beast when he moved.
An Zheng turned aside and let Lang Jing pass. Lang Jing jumped forward and turned upside down in mid-air. His feet reached the front, then he bent his knees and stepped on a big tree on the side of the road. His body reflected and he pounced towards An Zheng again. His speed was completely beyond the imagination of those onlookers, and everyone who regarded Lang Jing as a joke were stunned.
At the gate of the martial arts academy, someone asked Nie Qing: "Senior brother, it looks like An Zheng won easily?"
"What do you mean by a beast? He's clearly a bastard!"
At the gate of the martial arts academy, someone asked Nie Qing: "Senior brother, it looks like An Zheng won easily?"
An Zheng said: "You are too impatient, and I am taking advantage of your impatience. If it is really a desperate fight, it is not certain who will win between you and me."
He cupped his fists and said, "I, Lang Jing, have lost. From now on, just tell me if you have any errands."
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun, who was playing with the woman in his arms, turned to look at An Zheng, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "No wonder Ding Shengxia and the others lost so miserably."
Seeing the people around him retreating one after another, Lang Jing's eyes flashed with disdain. He turned to look at An Zheng: "Thank you!"
In the big tree, a gap was created by Lang Jing's feet.
An Zheng said: "You should ask around to go to Tianqi Sect. Many people should know where it is. After you go, find Lao Huo and tell him what I mean. He will arrange a place for you. You are not allowed to go back on your word. From now on From today on, you will be my disciple of Tianqi Sect.”
His hands were at the front, and as he turned, his hands were like drills.
"You...are a wolf boy?"
He took off his badly worn and mended shoes and put them aside neatly. Only then did people see how strange his feet were... There was a layer of black hair on his feet, which was thick and curly. And his toes were widely spread apart, hooked like sharp claws.
Lang Jing said loudly: "I am not a person who cannot afford to lose. If I lose, I lose. I have also fought with someone who was promoted to the eighth level. That person can crack a half-meter-thick stone with one punch. A big tree pulled out from the earth can open thirty monuments in a row, but it can't beat me because it's not as fast as me. I don't know what your realm is, because you don't even have the power to cultivate. None. In my opinion, you have surpassed the realm of Shengcui, but I believe you when you say you haven’t.”
An Zheng said: "You are too impatient, and I am taking advantage of your impatience. If it is really a desperate fight, it is not certain who will win between you and me."
Lang Jing was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward: "I believe what you said!"
"Wolves raised me, and I don't see anything wrong with calling them father and mother."
An Zheng stepped aside again, and his feet skidded onto the low wall on one side of the road.
At the gate of the martial arts academy, someone asked Nie Qing: "Senior brother, it looks like An Zheng won easily?"
Before Lang Jing could react, An Zheng's hand hit Lang Jing's chest seven times in a row: "You should learn the acupuncture points and structure of the human body."
"I'm so arrogant. I actually claim that I am invincible in the world under the age of twenty."
Lang Jing landed, hesitated for a moment and smiled apologetically: "Wait a moment."
Seeing the people around him retreating one after another, Lang Jing's eyes flashed with disdain. He turned to look at An Zheng: "Thank you!"
An Zheng said: "This is what makes me happy, not that I defeated him."
Lang Jing was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"
"That man was actually raised by wolves..."
boom!
An Zheng flew down from the low wall, turned around in mid-air, and swept his sleeves against the flying gravel, which hit Lang Jing like bullets. Lang Jing held his head in his hands and rushed forward, not even trying to hide. The gravel hit his arm with a thumping sound, but it did not slow down his speed at all. His already shabby clothes were full of holes.
An Zheng asked.
He took off his badly worn and mended shoes and put them aside neatly. Only then did people see how strange his feet were... There was a layer of black hair on his feet, which was thick and curly. And his toes were widely spread apart, hooked like sharp claws.
An Zheng said: "I want to invite you."
An Zheng straightened his clothes, and Du Shoushou jumped over: "That's right, that's right. You have to win the fight. Although it's not pleasant to win, you won anyway."
In Zuiyue Tower, Feng Xiuyang raised the corners of her mouth: "Obviously, she is not as good as Lang Jing in terms of realm, but she can avoid all attacks with her body skills, and then relies on skill to win. Although she has not broken through to the realm of Shengcui, she can still be considered an opponent. "
Lang Jing put the shoes away and said thank you, then rushed over again. He was polite when he spoke, but turned into a complete beast when he moved.
An Zheng took a step back and flew back lightly. Lang Jing landed where he was standing before, grabbing the ground with his hands. The entrance to the martial arts academy was paved with thick and solid stone slabs, but his hands scratched out ten deep grooves on the stone slabs. With the force of this grasp, his body was shot straight forward. In mid-air, his arms moved forward and his body spun rapidly.
Lang Jing seemed to have completely let go at this moment. He suddenly tore off his shirt and there was a wolf head tattoo on his back.
Lang Jing's hands kept grabbing out, while An Zheng kept dodging on the low wall. As soon as he grabbed his hand on the low wall, gravel flew into the air and smoke and dust rose up. After a while, what was a good low wall became pitted and intermittent.
"This guy was actually raised by wild animals, and he actually calls a wild wolf father."
An Zheng retreated, as if he hadn't taken any action. He just clicked seven times symbolically, without exerting any force.
"You...you have actually broken through to the realm of Ascension?"
Qi Jin!
Lang Jing landed, hesitated for a moment and smiled apologetically: "Wait a moment."
An Zheng flew down from the low wall, turned around in mid-air, and swept his sleeves against the flying gravel, which hit Lang Jing like bullets. Lang Jing held his head in his hands and rushed forward, not even trying to hide. The gravel hit his arm with a thumping sound, but it did not slow down his speed at all. His already shabby clothes were full of holes.
"You...you have actually broken through to the realm of Ascension?"
"What do you mean by a beast? He's clearly a bastard!"
An Zheng said: "There is no breakthrough, just some small skills."
An Zheng smiled and shook his head: "It's not difficult to win against him. What's difficult is to prevent people like him from continuing to become evil. He has almost reached the edge of extreme. If he is used by others again, he will become a villain."
"Wolves raised me, and I don't see anything wrong with calling them father and mother."
Nie Qing, who was standing against the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, was a little disappointed. An Zheng's repeated retreats made him feel that An Zheng was not enterprising enough and not sharp enough. But when the air ball exploded between An Zheng and Lang Jing, Nie Qing's eyes lit up.
An Zheng had just landed, and Lang Jing had already rushed over. He kicked his feet on the ground and grabbed An Zheng like a spiritual ape jumping from a tree. He grabbed An Zheng's shoulders with his hands and wrapped his legs around An Zheng's waist. Then his fingers suddenly exerted force, and the sharp nails could pierce An Zheng's body in the next second.
Anyone who is a practitioner knows that within the realm of Shengcui, it is impossible to let the inner energy go out. No matter how much cultivation power is accumulated, it can only make the punch stronger and the body better. Only by breaking through the realm of ascending essence can the power of cultivation in the body be transformed into strength. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the intensity and distance of the leakage of strength. Some people can also use special weapons to transform the power of cultivation into sword energy or sword energy, but that is far from true strength.
He took off his badly worn and mended shoes and put them aside neatly. Only then did people see how strange his feet were... There was a layer of black hair on his feet, which was thick and curly. And his toes were widely spread apart, hooked like sharp claws.
boom!
There is a mass of black hair on his chest, and based on this mass of black hair, a large black wolf head is tattooed. Those black hairs become the hair on the wolf's head, making the wolf look lifelike.
The moment Lang Jing said the word "please", he rushed towards An Zheng with his feet. Not a forward charge, but a real pounce.
An Zheng said: "There is no breakthrough, just some small skills."
He grabbed it with both hands, with a sharp air-piercing wind. An Zheng continued to dodge and never fought back. Lang Jing's moves were faster and faster, and the walls and trees on both sides of the street were all marked by his hands.
A wave of air exploded from An Zheng's body, and an invisible air ball formed between the two of them, knocking Lang Jing away again.
The people around him were in an uproar, and someone shouted Boring and then dispersed. They originally thought that it would look better if they were beaten to death, but who would have thought that they would instead hire someone to teach them.
Anyone who is a practitioner knows that within the realm of Shengcui, it is impossible to let the inner energy go out. No matter how much cultivation power is accumulated, it can only make the punch stronger and the body better. Only by breaking through the realm of ascending essence can the power of cultivation in the body be transformed into strength. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the intensity and distance of the leakage of strength. Some people can also use special weapons to transform the power of cultivation into sword energy or sword energy, but that is far from true strength.
An Zheng and Lang Jing both clasped their hands and leaned forward slightly, then took a step back at the same time: "Please."
In the big tree, a gap was created by Lang Jing's feet.
Qi Jin!
An Zheng straightened his clothes, and Du Shoushou jumped over: "That's right, that's right. You have to win the fight. Although it's not pleasant to win, you won anyway."
Lang Jing landed, hesitated for a moment and smiled apologetically: "Wait a moment."
The moment Lang Jing said the word "please", he rushed towards An Zheng with his feet. Not a forward charge, but a real pounce.
In Zuiyue Tower, Feng Xiuyang, who had no intention of watching anymore, raised his eyebrows and murmured to himself: "Interesting."
An Zheng said: "You are too impatient, and I am taking advantage of your impatience. If it is really a desperate fight, it is not certain who will win between you and me."
An Zheng smiled and said: "Many people know that I am the leader of Tianqi Sect. No matter how they look down on me, Tianqi Sect, the sect is there and will not disappear just because someone looks down upon it. And there are many people in my sect who need you. Come teach me, I want you to be my sect’s teacher.”
Nie Qing, who was standing against the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, was a little disappointed. An Zheng's repeated retreats made him feel that An Zheng was not enterprising enough and not sharp enough. But when the air ball exploded between An Zheng and Lang Jing, Nie Qing's eyes lit up.
An Zheng said: "You should ask around to go to Tianqi Sect. Many people should know where it is. After you go, find Lao Huo and tell him what I mean. He will arrange a place for you. You are not allowed to go back on your word. From now on From today on, you will be my disciple of Tianqi Sect.”
An Zheng turned aside and let Lang Jing pass. Lang Jing jumped forward and turned upside down in mid-air. His feet reached the front, then he bent his knees and stepped on a big tree on the side of the road. His body reflected and he pounced towards An Zheng again. His speed was completely beyond the imagination of those onlookers, and everyone who regarded Lang Jing as a joke were stunned.
The people around him were in an uproar, and someone shouted Boring and then dispersed. They originally thought that it would look better if they were beaten to death, but who would have thought that they would instead hire someone to teach them.
He cupped his fists and said, "I, Lang Jing, have lost. From now on, just tell me if you have any errands."
He took off his badly worn and mended shoes and put them aside neatly. Only then did people see how strange his feet were... There was a layer of black hair on his feet, which was thick and curly. And his toes were widely spread apart, hooked like sharp claws.
In Zuiyue Tower, Feng Xiuyang raised the corners of her mouth: "Obviously, she is not as good as Lang Jing in terms of realm, but she can avoid all attacks with her body skills, and then relies on skill to win. Although she has not broken through to the realm of Shengcui, she can still be considered an opponent. "
An Zheng turned aside and let Lang Jing pass. Lang Jing jumped forward and turned upside down in mid-air. His feet reached the front, then he bent his knees and stepped on a big tree on the side of the road. His body reflected and he pounced towards An Zheng again. His speed was completely beyond the imagination of those onlookers, and everyone who regarded Lang Jing as a joke were stunned.
In Zuiyue Tower, Feng Xiuyang, who had no intention of watching anymore, raised his eyebrows and murmured to himself: "Interesting."
The person who said this was not far away from An Zheng. An Zheng swept over with an arrow, grabbed the person's collar and lifted him up with one arm: "Your parents didn't educate you well, I will let you know for them. What is politeness?”
"Wolves raised me, and I don't see anything wrong with calling them father and mother."
Nie Qing, who was standing against the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, was a little disappointed. An Zheng's repeated retreats made him feel that An Zheng was not enterprising enough and not sharp enough. But when the air ball exploded between An Zheng and Lang Jing, Nie Qing's eyes lit up.
An Zheng straightened his clothes, and Du Shoushou jumped over: "That's right, that's right. You have to win the fight. Although it's not pleasant to win, you won anyway."
In Zuiyue Tower, Feng Xiuyang raised the corners of her mouth: "Obviously, she is not as good as Lang Jing in terms of realm, but she can avoid all attacks with her body skills, and then relies on skill to win. Although she has not broken through to the realm of Shengcui, she can still be considered an opponent. "
"I'm so arrogant. I actually claim that I am invincible in the world under the age of twenty."
Lang Jing's face turned pale, and he looked down at the clothes on his chest that had been blown away.
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun, who was playing with the woman in his arms, turned to look at An Zheng, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "No wonder Ding Shengxia and the others lost so miserably."
"Wolves raised me, and I don't see anything wrong with calling them father and mother."
Qi Jin!
Not only were the three of them surprised, but Lang Jing was also surprised.
An Zheng stepped aside again, and his feet skidded onto the low wall on one side of the road.
An Zheng and Lang Jing both clasped their hands and leaned forward slightly, then took a step back at the same time: "Please."
An Zheng turned aside and let Lang Jing pass. Lang Jing jumped forward and turned upside down in mid-air. His feet reached the front, then he bent his knees and stepped on a big tree on the side of the road. His body reflected and he pounced towards An Zheng again. His speed was completely beyond the imagination of those onlookers, and everyone who regarded Lang Jing as a joke were stunned.
Anyone who is a practitioner knows that within the realm of Shengcui, it is impossible to let the inner energy go out. No matter how much cultivation power is accumulated, it can only make the punch stronger and the body better. Only by breaking through the realm of ascending essence can the power of cultivation in the body be transformed into strength. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the intensity and distance of the leakage of strength. Some people can also use special weapons to transform the power of cultivation into sword energy or sword energy, but that is far from true strength.
Lang Jing nodded: "Yes... there is nothing I dare not admit. I was raised by wild beasts. This thing on my chest... is my father."
Qi Jin!
An Zheng turned around and looked at the people who were talking. Those people all backed away in fear, their faces turning pale.
An Zheng said: "The wages are not much, and I am still tired."
"No wonder he looks so barbaric and ignorant. He turns out to be a real beast."
"That man was actually raised by wolves..."
Before Lang Jing could react, An Zheng's hand hit Lang Jing's chest seven times in a row: "You should learn the acupuncture points and structure of the human body."
"You...you have actually broken through to the realm of Ascension?"
Lang Jing seemed to have completely let go at this moment. He suddenly tore off his shirt and there was a wolf head tattoo on his back.
An Zheng smiled and shook his head: "It's not difficult to win against him. What's difficult is to prevent people like him from continuing to become evil. He has almost reached the edge of extreme. If he is used by others again, he will become a villain."
An Zheng stepped on it, and a thick stone slab stood up immediately.
Lang Jing's face turned pale, and he looked down at the clothes on his chest that had been blown away.
"I don't know who gave birth to me, but I know who raised me. Whether they are humans or wolves, they are my closest relatives. Many years ago, they were killed by a hunter. I killed the hunter. Killing for wolves is also I don’t think there’s anything wrong. If you look down on me, come and fight with me. If anyone dares, come along!”
An Zheng said: "This is what makes me happy, not that I defeated him."
Before Lang Jing could react, An Zheng's hand hit Lang Jing's chest seven times in a row: "You should learn the acupuncture points and structure of the human body."
At the gate of the martial arts academy, someone asked Nie Qing: "Senior brother, it looks like An Zheng won easily?"
He grabbed it with both hands, with a sharp air-piercing wind. An Zheng continued to dodge and never fought back. Lang Jing's moves were faster and faster, and the walls and trees on both sides of the street were all marked by his hands.
In the big tree, a gap was created by Lang Jing's feet.
Lang Jing's hands kept grabbing out, while An Zheng kept dodging on the low wall. As soon as he grabbed his hand on the low wall, gravel flew into the air and smoke and dust rose up. After a while, what was a good low wall became pitted and intermittent.
"I'm so arrogant. I actually claim that I am invincible in the world under the age of twenty."
There is a mass of black hair on his chest, and based on this mass of black hair, a large black wolf head is tattooed. Those black hairs become the hair on the wolf's head, making the wolf look lifelike.
There were boos all around.
An Zheng and Lang Jing both clasped their hands and leaned forward slightly, then took a step back at the same time: "Please."
Not only were the three of them surprised, but Lang Jing was also surprised.
Nie Qing, who was standing against the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, was a little disappointed. An Zheng's repeated retreats made him feel that An Zheng was not enterprising enough and not sharp enough. But when the air ball exploded between An Zheng and Lang Jing, Nie Qing's eyes lit up.
"You...are a wolf boy?"
Lang Jing's body was almost parallel to the ground. His hands and feet were skimming the ground at the same time. When he raised his head and looked at An Zheng, there was a beast-like brilliance in his eyes.
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun, who was playing with the woman in his arms, turned to look at An Zheng, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "No wonder Ding Shengxia and the others lost so miserably."
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun smiled: "He is really a man who knows how to take advantage of others."
Lang Jing said loudly: "I am not a person who cannot afford to lose. If I lose, I lose. I have also fought with someone who was promoted to the eighth level. That person can crack a half-meter-thick stone with one punch. A big tree pulled out from the earth can open thirty monuments in a row, but it can't beat me because it's not as fast as me. I don't know what your realm is, because you don't even have the power to cultivate. None. In my opinion, you have surpassed the realm of Shengcui, but I believe you when you say you haven’t.”
There were boos all around.
Someone muttered a few words, but did not dare to continue.
An Zheng retreated, as if he hadn't taken any action. He just clicked seven times symbolically, without exerting any force.
An Zheng retreated, as if he hadn't taken any action. He just clicked seven times symbolically, without exerting any force.
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng straightened his clothes, and Du Shoushou jumped over: "That's right, that's right. You have to win the fight. Although it's not pleasant to win, you won anyway."
He cupped his fists and said, "I, Lang Jing, have lost. From now on, just tell me if you have any errands."
An Zheng asked.
"You...you have actually broken through to the realm of Ascension?"
Lang Jing clasped his fists, then walked to the roadside and put on his shoes. At this time, he was shirtless, and the two wolf head tattoos on his chest and back looked particularly scary. Lang Jing, who originally didn't want people to see these tattoos, seemed to not care at all and walked forward in stride. People on the street avoided him, fearful of him.
Lang Jing laughed and said stupidly: "Sure!"
Anyone who is a practitioner knows that within the realm of Shengcui, it is impossible to let the inner energy go out. No matter how much cultivation power is accumulated, it can only make the punch stronger and the body better. Only by breaking through the realm of ascending essence can the power of cultivation in the body be transformed into strength. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the intensity and distance of the leakage of strength. Some people can also use special weapons to transform the power of cultivation into sword energy or sword energy, but that is far from true strength.
Lang Jing nodded: "Yes... there is nothing I dare not admit. I was raised by wild beasts. This thing on my chest... is my father."
At the gate of the martial arts academy, someone asked Nie Qing: "Senior brother, it looks like An Zheng won easily?"
"I don't know who gave birth to me, but I know who raised me. Whether they are humans or wolves, they are my closest relatives. Many years ago, they were killed by a hunter. I killed the hunter. Killing for wolves is also I don’t think there’s anything wrong. If you look down on me, come and fight with me. If anyone dares, come along!”
In the big tree, a gap was created by Lang Jing's feet.
There were boos all around.
At the gate of the martial arts academy, someone asked Nie Qing: "Senior brother, it looks like An Zheng won easily?"
An Zheng was slightly stunned, and suddenly he understood why Lang Jing wanted to be recognized by others so much.
"This guy was actually raised by wild animals, and he actually calls a wild wolf father."
He pressed his arm down, and with a bang, the man's back hit the ground, and half of his body was embedded in the ground. An Zheng kicked him in the abdomen, and the man hunched over like a shrimp and rolled out, passing out without any resistance.
An Zheng flew down from the low wall, turned around in mid-air, and swept his sleeves against the flying gravel, which hit Lang Jing like bullets. Lang Jing held his head in his hands and rushed forward, not even trying to hide. The gravel hit his arm with a thumping sound, but it did not slow down his speed at all. His already shabby clothes were full of holes.
"No wonder he looks so barbaric and ignorant. He turns out to be a real beast."
Lang Jing seemed to have completely let go at this moment. He suddenly tore off his shirt and there was a wolf head tattoo on his back.
"Please me?"
"Your attacks are fast and ruthless, but not targeted enough, which means many of your moves are blind."
"What do you mean by a beast? He's clearly a bastard!"
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun, who was playing with the woman in his arms, turned to look at An Zheng, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "No wonder Ding Shengxia and the others lost so miserably."
An Zheng was slightly stunned, and suddenly he understood why Lang Jing wanted to be recognized by others so much.
At the gate of the martial arts academy, someone asked Nie Qing: "Senior brother, it looks like An Zheng won easily?"
An Zheng stepped aside again, and his feet skidded onto the low wall on one side of the road.
There were boos all around.
He grabbed it with both hands, with a sharp air-piercing wind. An Zheng continued to dodge and never fought back. Lang Jing's moves were faster and faster, and the walls and trees on both sides of the street were all marked by his hands.
Lang Jing landed, hesitated for a moment and smiled apologetically: "Wait a moment."
"That man was actually raised by wolves..."
The person who said this was not far away from An Zheng. An Zheng swept over with an arrow, grabbed the person's collar and lifted him up with one arm: "Your parents didn't educate you well, I will let you know for them. What is politeness?”
His hands were at the front, and as he turned, his hands were like drills.
He cupped his fists and said, "I, Lang Jing, have lost. From now on, just tell me if you have any errands."
Lang Jing took a few steps back, his face turning pale.
There is a mass of black hair on his chest, and based on this mass of black hair, a large black wolf head is tattooed. Those black hairs become the hair on the wolf's head, making the wolf look lifelike.
At the gate of the martial arts academy, someone asked Nie Qing: "Senior brother, it looks like An Zheng won easily?"
An Zheng said: "This is what makes me happy, not that I defeated him."
He pressed his arm down, and with a bang, the man's back hit the ground, and half of his body was embedded in the ground. An Zheng kicked him in the abdomen, and the man hunched over like a shrimp and rolled out, passing out without any resistance.
Nie Qing laughed, turned and walked away. The people around him who were watching the excitement were left with blank expressions on their faces.
Lang Jing took a few steps back, his face turning pale.
Lang Jing's hands kept grabbing out, while An Zheng kept dodging on the low wall. As soon as he grabbed his hand on the low wall, gravel flew into the air and smoke and dust rose up. After a while, what was a good low wall became pitted and intermittent.
An Zheng was slightly stunned, and suddenly he understood why Lang Jing wanted to be recognized by others so much.
Nie Qing said: "Easy? The cultivation power of Lang Jing's realm is higher than his. If An Zheng is hit by him, he will lose and he will be injured. Therefore, An Zheng never confronts Lang Jing head-on and avoids the enemy's sharp edge. , and then spot the enemy's flaws. He has good eyesight and calmness... An Zheng's cultivation is nothing, but it is enough to become a qualified soldier. He will not be easily defeated when he goes out to lead troops. No wonder he can judge people with force. The minister was full of praise for him, very good."
An Zheng stepped on it, and a thick stone slab stood up immediately.
Lang Jing said: "A man's words are hard to follow."
An Zheng said: "Thank you for nothing. I'll hit you again."
An Zheng turned around and looked at the people who were talking. Those people all backed away in fear, their faces turning pale.
Nie Qing, who was standing against the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, was a little disappointed. An Zheng's repeated retreats made him feel that An Zheng was not enterprising enough and not sharp enough. But when the air ball exploded between An Zheng and Lang Jing, Nie Qing's eyes lit up.
There were boos all around.
An Zheng asked.
Lang Jing's hands kept grabbing out, while An Zheng kept dodging on the low wall. As soon as he grabbed his hand on the low wall, gravel flew into the air and smoke and dust rose up. After a while, what was a good low wall became pitted and intermittent.
"This guy was actually raised by wild animals, and he actually calls a wild wolf father."
An Zheng turned around and looked at the people who were talking. Those people all backed away in fear, their faces turning pale.
Lang Jing laughed and said stupidly: "Sure!"
"Wolves raised me, and I don't see anything wrong with calling them father and mother."
"Wolves raised me, and I don't see anything wrong with calling them father and mother."
An Zheng retreated, as if he hadn't taken any action. He just clicked seven times symbolically, without exerting any force.
Not only were the three of them surprised, but Lang Jing was also surprised.
Seeing the people around him retreating one after another, Lang Jing's eyes flashed with disdain. He turned to look at An Zheng: "Thank you!"
An Zheng and Lang Jing both clasped their hands and leaned forward slightly, then took a step back at the same time: "Please."
Lang Jing said loudly: "I am not a person who cannot afford to lose. If I lose, I lose. I have also fought with someone who was promoted to the eighth level. That person can crack a half-meter-thick stone with one punch. A big tree pulled out from the earth can open thirty monuments in a row, but it can't beat me because it's not as fast as me. I don't know what your realm is, because you don't even have the power to cultivate. None. In my opinion, you have surpassed the realm of Shengcui, but I believe you when you say you haven’t.”
Nie Qing said: "Easy? The cultivation power of Lang Jing's realm is higher than his. If An Zheng is hit by him, he will lose and he will be injured. Therefore, An Zheng never confronts Lang Jing head-on and avoids the enemy's sharp edge. , and then spot the enemy's flaws. He has good eyesight and calmness... An Zheng's cultivation is nothing, but it is enough to become a qualified soldier. He will not be easily defeated when he goes out to lead troops. No wonder he can judge people with force. The minister was full of praise for him, very good."
An Zheng and Lang Jing both clasped their hands and leaned forward slightly, then took a step back at the same time: "Please."
His hands were at the front, and as he turned, his hands were like drills.
Lang Jing seemed to have completely let go at this moment. He suddenly tore off his shirt and there was a wolf head tattoo on his back.
Lang Jing put the shoes away and said thank you, then rushed over again. He was polite when he spoke, but turned into a complete beast when he moved.
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun, who was playing with the woman in his arms, turned to look at An Zheng, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "No wonder Ding Shengxia and the others lost so miserably."
His hands were at the front, and as he turned, his hands were like drills.
An Zheng stepped on it, and a thick stone slab stood up immediately.
"I don't know who gave birth to me, but I know who raised me. Whether they are humans or wolves, they are my closest relatives. Many years ago, they were killed by a hunter. I killed the hunter. Killing for wolves is also I don’t think there’s anything wrong. If you look down on me, come and fight with me. If anyone dares, come along!”
An Zheng took a step back and flew back lightly. Lang Jing landed where he was standing before, grabbing the ground with his hands. The entrance to the martial arts academy was paved with thick and solid stone slabs, but his hands scratched out ten deep grooves on the stone slabs. With the force of this grasp, his body was shot straight forward. In mid-air, his arms moved forward and his body spun rapidly.
An Zheng stepped on it, and a thick stone slab stood up immediately.
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng smiled and said: "Many people know that I am the leader of Tianqi Sect. No matter how they look down on me, Tianqi Sect, the sect is there and will not disappear just because someone looks down upon it. And there are many people in my sect who need you. Come teach me, I want you to be my sect’s teacher.”
"You...you have actually broken through to the realm of Ascension?"
The people around him were in an uproar, and someone shouted Boring and then dispersed. They originally thought that it would look better if they were beaten to death, but who would have thought that they would instead hire someone to teach them.
He shouted hoarsely, "Let's all come together." The faces of everyone watching turned pale.
The moment Lang Jing said the word "please", he rushed towards An Zheng with his feet. Not a forward charge, but a real pounce.
An Zheng turned aside and let Lang Jing pass. Lang Jing jumped forward and turned upside down in mid-air. His feet reached the front, then he bent his knees and stepped on a big tree on the side of the road. His body reflected and he pounced towards An Zheng again. His speed was completely beyond the imagination of those onlookers, and everyone who regarded Lang Jing as a joke were stunned.
Seeing the people around him retreating one after another, Lang Jing's eyes flashed with disdain. He turned to look at An Zheng: "Thank you!"
Lang Jing was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"
An Zheng flew down from the low wall, turned around in mid-air, and swept his sleeves against the flying gravel, which hit Lang Jing like bullets. Lang Jing held his head in his hands and rushed forward, not even trying to hide. The gravel hit his arm with a thumping sound, but it did not slow down his speed at all. His already shabby clothes were full of holes.
In the big tree, a gap was created by Lang Jing's feet.
Before Lang Jing could react, An Zheng's hand hit Lang Jing's chest seven times in a row: "You should learn the acupuncture points and structure of the human body."
An Zheng said: "I want to invite you."
An Zheng said: "Thank you for nothing. I'll hit you again."
An Zheng retreated, as if he hadn't taken any action. He just clicked seven times symbolically, without exerting any force.
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun smiled: "He is really a man who knows how to take advantage of others."
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun smiled: "He is really a man who knows how to take advantage of others."
An Zheng said: "There is no breakthrough, just some small skills."
Lang Jing shook his head: "If you have already broken through to the realm of Shengcui, I can't beat you."
"You...you have actually broken through to the realm of Ascension?"
Nie Qing, who was standing against the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, was a little disappointed. An Zheng's repeated retreats made him feel that An Zheng was not enterprising enough and not sharp enough. But when the air ball exploded between An Zheng and Lang Jing, Nie Qing's eyes lit up.
Someone muttered a few words, but did not dare to continue.
boom!
Lang Jing laughed and said stupidly: "Sure!"
An Zheng said: "This is what makes me happy, not that I defeated him."
An Zheng said: "There is no breakthrough, just some small skills."
Lang Jing put the shoes away and said thank you, then rushed over again. He was polite when he spoke, but turned into a complete beast when he moved.
His hands were at the front, and as he turned, his hands were like drills.
Lang Jing's face turned pale, and he looked down at the clothes on his chest that had been blown away.
Lang Jing put the shoes away and said thank you, then rushed over again. He was polite when he spoke, but turned into a complete beast when he moved.
An Zheng said: "I want to invite you."
"Your attacks are fast and ruthless, but not targeted enough, which means many of your moves are blind."
Nie Qing said: "Easy? The cultivation power of Lang Jing's realm is higher than his. If An Zheng is hit by him, he will lose and he will be injured. Therefore, An Zheng never confronts Lang Jing head-on and avoids the enemy's sharp edge. , and then spot the enemy's flaws. He has good eyesight and calmness... An Zheng's cultivation is nothing, but it is enough to become a qualified soldier. He will not be easily defeated when he goes out to lead troops. No wonder he can judge people with force. The minister was full of praise for him, very good."
Lang Jing was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward: "I believe what you said!"
Lang Jing's hands kept grabbing out, while An Zheng kept dodging on the low wall. As soon as he grabbed his hand on the low wall, gravel flew into the air and smoke and dust rose up. After a while, what was a good low wall became pitted and intermittent.
Lang Jing was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward: "I believe what you said!"
He grabbed it with both hands, with a sharp air-piercing wind. An Zheng continued to dodge and never fought back. Lang Jing's moves were faster and faster, and the walls and trees on both sides of the street were all marked by his hands.
Before Lang Jing could react, An Zheng's hand hit Lang Jing's chest seven times in a row: "You should learn the acupuncture points and structure of the human body."
The people around him were in an uproar, and someone shouted Boring and then dispersed. They originally thought that it would look better if they were beaten to death, but who would have thought that they would instead hire someone to teach them.
"Your attacks are fast and ruthless, but not targeted enough, which means many of your moves are blind."
Lang Jing was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward: "I believe what you said!"
An Zheng smiled and said: "Many people know that I am the leader of Tianqi Sect. No matter how they look down on me, Tianqi Sect, the sect is there and will not disappear just because someone looks down upon it. And there are many people in my sect who need you. Come teach me, I want you to be my sect’s teacher.”
An Zheng said: "You should ask around to go to Tianqi Sect. Many people should know where it is. After you go, find Lao Huo and tell him what I mean. He will arrange a place for you. You are not allowed to go back on your word. From now on From today on, you will be my disciple of Tianqi Sect.”
An Zheng avoided Lang Jing's hand, then arched his shoulder forward. His shoulder hit Lang Jing's chest. Lang Jing immediately let out a muffled groan and stopped breathing.
He shouted hoarsely, "Let's all come together." The faces of everyone watching turned pale.
Qi Jin!
"You...are a wolf boy?"
"That man was actually raised by wolves..."
Before Lang Jing could react, An Zheng's hand hit Lang Jing's chest seven times in a row: "You should learn the acupuncture points and structure of the human body."
Nie Qing laughed, turned and walked away. The people around him who were watching the excitement were left with blank expressions on their faces.
At the gate of the martial arts academy, someone asked Nie Qing: "Senior brother, it looks like An Zheng won easily?"
There were boos all around.
An Zheng retreated, as if he hadn't taken any action. He just clicked seven times symbolically, without exerting any force.
In Zuiyue Tower, Feng Xiuyang, who had no intention of watching anymore, raised his eyebrows and murmured to himself: "Interesting."
An Zheng was slightly stunned, and suddenly he understood why Lang Jing wanted to be recognized by others so much.
Lang Jing looked down at his chest blankly, seemingly at a loss. He knew that he had been defeated. An Zheng defeated him without even using the power of cultivation except using the air ball to blow him away. Before, he saw An Zheng retreating and retreating, and thought that An Zheng was not as good as him. But at this moment, he knew how completely he had been defeated.
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun, who was playing with the woman in his arms, turned to look at An Zheng, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "No wonder Ding Shengxia and the others lost so miserably."
In Zuiyue Tower, Feng Xiuyang raised the corners of her mouth: "Obviously, she is not as good as Lang Jing in terms of realm, but she can avoid all attacks with her body skills, and then relies on skill to win. Although she has not broken through to the realm of Shengcui, she can still be considered an opponent. "
An Zheng had just landed, and Lang Jing had already rushed over. He kicked his feet on the ground and grabbed An Zheng like a spiritual ape jumping from a tree. He grabbed An Zheng's shoulders with his hands and wrapped his legs around An Zheng's waist. Then his fingers suddenly exerted force, and the sharp nails could pierce An Zheng's body in the next second.
"What do you mean by a beast? He's clearly a bastard!"
The people around him were in an uproar, and someone shouted Boring and then dispersed. They originally thought that it would look better if they were beaten to death, but who would have thought that they would instead hire someone to teach them.
An Zheng said: "You are too impatient, and I am taking advantage of your impatience. If it is really a desperate fight, it is not certain who will win between you and me."
An Zheng stepped on it, and a thick stone slab stood up immediately.
"I'm so arrogant. I actually claim that I am invincible in the world under the age of twenty."
An Zheng avoided Lang Jing's hand, then arched his shoulder forward. His shoulder hit Lang Jing's chest. Lang Jing immediately let out a muffled groan and stopped breathing.
An Zheng said: "You are too impatient, and I am taking advantage of your impatience. If it is really a desperate fight, it is not certain who will win between you and me."
Lang Jing took a few steps back, his face turning pale.
An Zheng retreated, as if he hadn't taken any action. He just clicked seven times symbolically, without exerting any force.
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun, who was playing with the woman in his arms, turned to look at An Zheng, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "No wonder Ding Shengxia and the others lost so miserably."
An Zheng said: "This is what makes me happy, not that I defeated him."
The people around him were in an uproar, and someone shouted Boring and then dispersed. They originally thought that it would look better if they were beaten to death, but who would have thought that they would instead hire someone to teach them.
An Zheng said: "You are too impatient, and I am taking advantage of your impatience. If it is really a desperate fight, it is not certain who will win between you and me."
Lang Jing nodded: "Yes... there is nothing I dare not admit. I was raised by wild beasts. This thing on my chest... is my father."
An Zheng turned aside and let Lang Jing pass. Lang Jing jumped forward and turned upside down in mid-air. His feet reached the front, then he bent his knees and stepped on a big tree on the side of the road. His body reflected and he pounced towards An Zheng again. His speed was completely beyond the imagination of those onlookers, and everyone who regarded Lang Jing as a joke were stunned.
An Zheng said: "Thank you for nothing. I'll hit you again."
Lang Jing took a few steps back, his face turning pale.
Lang Jing said loudly: "I am not a person who cannot afford to lose. If I lose, I lose. I have also fought with someone who was promoted to the eighth level. That person can crack a half-meter-thick stone with one punch. A big tree pulled out from the earth can open thirty monuments in a row, but it can't beat me because it's not as fast as me. I don't know what your realm is, because you don't even have the power to cultivate. None. In my opinion, you have surpassed the realm of Shengcui, but I believe you when you say you haven’t.”
Lang Jing said: "A man's words are hard to follow."
Lang Jing seemed to have completely let go at this moment. He suddenly tore off his shirt and there was a wolf head tattoo on his back.
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng turned aside and let Lang Jing pass. Lang Jing jumped forward and turned upside down in mid-air. His feet reached the front, then he bent his knees and stepped on a big tree on the side of the road. His body reflected and he pounced towards An Zheng again. His speed was completely beyond the imagination of those onlookers, and everyone who regarded Lang Jing as a joke were stunned.
A wave of air exploded from An Zheng's body, and an invisible air ball formed between the two of them, knocking Lang Jing away again.
He cupped his fists and said, "I, Lang Jing, have lost. From now on, just tell me if you have any errands."
"Wolves raised me, and I don't see anything wrong with calling them father and mother."
Lang Jing's body was almost parallel to the ground. His hands and feet were skimming the ground at the same time. When he raised his head and looked at An Zheng, there was a beast-like brilliance in his eyes.
Lang Jing's face turned pale, and he looked down at the clothes on his chest that had been blown away.
An Zheng said: "I want to invite you."
The people around him were in an uproar, and someone shouted Boring and then dispersed. They originally thought that it would look better if they were beaten to death, but who would have thought that they would instead hire someone to teach them.
An Zheng said: "I want to invite you."
Lang Jing shook his head: "If you have already broken through to the realm of Shengcui, I can't beat you."
There is a mass of black hair on his chest, and based on this mass of black hair, a large black wolf head is tattooed. Those black hairs become the hair on the wolf's head, making the wolf look lifelike.
"No wonder he looks so barbaric and ignorant. He turns out to be a real beast."
Lang Jing nodded: "Yes... there is nothing I dare not admit. I was raised by wild beasts. This thing on my chest... is my father."
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng smiled and shook his head: "It's not difficult to win against him. What's difficult is to prevent people like him from continuing to become evil. He has almost reached the edge of extreme. If he is used by others again, he will become a villain."
Not only were the three of them surprised, but Lang Jing was also surprised.
Lang Jing's hands kept grabbing out, while An Zheng kept dodging on the low wall. As soon as he grabbed his hand on the low wall, gravel flew into the air and smoke and dust rose up. After a while, what was a good low wall became pitted and intermittent.
"Please me?"
"Your attacks are fast and ruthless, but not targeted enough, which means many of your moves are blind."
"This guy was actually raised by wild animals, and he actually calls a wild wolf father."
"That man was actually raised by wolves..."
He cupped his fists and said, "I, Lang Jing, have lost. From now on, just tell me if you have any errands."
Seeing the people around him retreating one after another, Lang Jing's eyes flashed with disdain. He turned to look at An Zheng: "Thank you!"
"Your attacks are fast and ruthless, but not targeted enough, which means many of your moves are blind."
Lang Jing was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"
Nie Qing, who was standing against the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, was a little disappointed. An Zheng's repeated retreats made him feel that An Zheng was not enterprising enough and not sharp enough. But when the air ball exploded between An Zheng and Lang Jing, Nie Qing's eyes lit up.
He took off his badly worn and mended shoes and put them aside neatly. Only then did people see how strange his feet were... There was a layer of black hair on his feet, which was thick and curly. And his toes were widely spread apart, hooked like sharp claws.
An Zheng said: "The wages are not much, and I am still tired."
An Zheng smiled and said: "Many people know that I am the leader of Tianqi Sect. No matter how they look down on me, Tianqi Sect, the sect is there and will not disappear just because someone looks down upon it. And there are many people in my sect who need you. Come teach me, I want you to be my sect’s teacher.”
An Zheng and Lang Jing both clasped their hands and leaned forward slightly, then took a step back at the same time: "Please."
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun, who was playing with the woman in his arms, turned to look at An Zheng, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "No wonder Ding Shengxia and the others lost so miserably."
Lang Jing was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward: "I believe what you said!"
Lang Jing was obviously dumbfounded: "Teaching... teaching? I can't even enter the martial arts academy, and I can't even be a student. You ask me to teach?"
His hands were at the front, and as he turned, his hands were like drills.
Lang Jing said: "A man's words are hard to follow."
Lang Jing looked down at his chest blankly, seemingly at a loss. He knew that he had been defeated. An Zheng defeated him without even using the power of cultivation except using the air ball to blow him away. Before, he saw An Zheng retreating and retreating, and thought that An Zheng was not as good as him. But at this moment, he knew how completely he had been defeated.
An Zheng avoided Lang Jing's hand, then arched his shoulder forward. His shoulder hit Lang Jing's chest. Lang Jing immediately let out a muffled groan and stopped breathing.
In the big tree, a gap was created by Lang Jing's feet.
Lang Jing shook his head: "If you have already broken through to the realm of Shengcui, I can't beat you."
Lang Jing shook his head: "If you have already broken through to the realm of Shengcui, I can't beat you."
An Zheng said: "The wages are not much, and I am still tired."
There is a mass of black hair on his chest, and based on this mass of black hair, a large black wolf head is tattooed. Those black hairs become the hair on the wolf's head, making the wolf look lifelike.
"That man was actually raised by wolves..."
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun smiled: "He is really a man who knows how to take advantage of others."
Lang Jing took a few steps back, his face turning pale.
Lang Jing laughed and said stupidly: "Sure!"
The person who said this was not far away from An Zheng. An Zheng swept over with an arrow, grabbed the person's collar and lifted him up with one arm: "Your parents didn't educate you well, I will let you know for them. What is politeness?”
An Zheng said: "You should ask around to go to Tianqi Sect. Many people should know where it is. After you go, find Lao Huo and tell him what I mean. He will arrange a place for you. You are not allowed to go back on your word. From now on From today on, you will be my disciple of Tianqi Sect.”
boom!
Lang Jing clasped his fists, then walked to the roadside and put on his shoes. At this time, he was shirtless, and the two wolf head tattoos on his chest and back looked particularly scary. Lang Jing, who originally didn't want people to see these tattoos, seemed to not care at all and walked forward in stride. People on the street avoided him, fearful of him.
The people around him were in an uproar, and someone shouted Boring and then dispersed. They originally thought that it would look better if they were beaten to death, but who would have thought that they would instead hire someone to teach them.
Lang Jing was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward: "I believe what you said!"
Lang Jing was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward: "I believe what you said!"
Someone muttered a few words, but did not dare to continue.
Lang Jing's hands grasped the stone slab, but he drilled through it in an instant. Among the rubble, Lang Jing's body passed through and went straight to An Zheng's chest. His hands felt as if they were made of steel, indestructible. If these hands were to grab An Zheng's chest, you can imagine what the consequences would be.
Lang Jing's hands kept grabbing out, while An Zheng kept dodging on the low wall. As soon as he grabbed his hand on the low wall, gravel flew into the air and smoke and dust rose up. After a while, what was a good low wall became pitted and intermittent.
He grabbed it with both hands, with a sharp air-piercing wind. An Zheng continued to dodge and never fought back. Lang Jing's moves were faster and faster, and the walls and trees on both sides of the street were all marked by his hands.
An Zheng said: "You should ask around to go to Tianqi Sect. Many people should know where it is. After you go, find Lao Huo and tell him what I mean. He will arrange a place for you. You are not allowed to go back on your word. From now on From today on, you will be my disciple of Tianqi Sect.”
Seeing the people around him retreating one after another, Lang Jing's eyes flashed with disdain. He turned to look at An Zheng: "Thank you!"
An Zheng said: "Okay, I'll treat you to a drink when I get back."
An Zheng smiled and said: "Many people know that I am the leader of Tianqi Sect. No matter how they look down on me, Tianqi Sect, the sect is there and will not disappear just because someone looks down upon it. And there are many people in my sect who need you. Come teach me, I want you to be my sect’s teacher.”
An Zheng smiled and said: "Many people know that I am the leader of Tianqi Sect. No matter how they look down on me, Tianqi Sect, the sect is there and will not disappear just because someone looks down upon it. And there are many people in my sect who need you. Come teach me, I want you to be my sect’s teacher.”
An Zheng flew down from the low wall, turned around in mid-air, and swept his sleeves against the flying gravel, which hit Lang Jing like bullets. Lang Jing held his head in his hands and rushed forward, not even trying to hide. The gravel hit his arm with a thumping sound, but it did not slow down his speed at all. His already shabby clothes were full of holes.
Lang Jing put the shoes away and said thank you, then rushed over again. He was polite when he spoke, but turned into a complete beast when he moved.
Lang Jing said: "A man's words are hard to follow."
The person who said this was not far away from An Zheng. An Zheng swept over with an arrow, grabbed the person's collar and lifted him up with one arm: "Your parents didn't educate you well, I will let you know for them. What is politeness?”
Lang Jing seemed to have completely let go at this moment. He suddenly tore off his shirt and there was a wolf head tattoo on his back.
An Zheng said: "Okay, I'll treat you to a drink when I get back."
An Zheng said: "Thank you for nothing. I'll hit you again."
The person who said this was not far away from An Zheng. An Zheng swept over with an arrow, grabbed the person's collar and lifted him up with one arm: "Your parents didn't educate you well, I will let you know for them. What is politeness?”
Lang Jing looked down at his chest blankly, seemingly at a loss. He knew that he had been defeated. An Zheng defeated him without even using the power of cultivation except using the air ball to blow him away. Before, he saw An Zheng retreating and retreating, and thought that An Zheng was not as good as him. But at this moment, he knew how completely he had been defeated.
An Zheng smiled and said: "Many people know that I am the leader of Tianqi Sect. No matter how they look down on me, Tianqi Sect, the sect is there and will not disappear just because someone looks down upon it. And there are many people in my sect who need you. Come teach me, I want you to be my sect’s teacher.”
An Zheng said: "Okay, I'll treat you to a drink when I get back."
Lang Jing's face turned pale, and he looked down at the clothes on his chest that had been blown away.
Lang Jing clasped his fists, then walked to the roadside and put on his shoes. At this time, he was shirtless, and the two wolf head tattoos on his chest and back looked particularly scary. Lang Jing, who originally didn't want people to see these tattoos, seemed to not care at all and walked forward in stride. People on the street avoided him, fearful of him.
Lang Jing's face turned pale, and he looked down at the clothes on his chest that had been blown away.
Lang Jing landed, hesitated for a moment and smiled apologetically: "Wait a moment."
Lang Jing said: "A man's words are hard to follow."
Lang Jing's body was almost parallel to the ground. His hands and feet were skimming the ground at the same time. When he raised his head and looked at An Zheng, there was a beast-like brilliance in his eyes.
The people around him were in an uproar, and someone shouted Boring and then dispersed. They originally thought that it would look better if they were beaten to death, but who would have thought that they would instead hire someone to teach them.
Lang Jing was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"
"That man was actually raised by wolves..."
An Zheng said: "Okay, I'll treat you to a drink when I get back."
An Zheng said: "This is what makes me happy, not that I defeated him."
Lang Jing laughed and said stupidly: "Sure!"
Lang Jing laughed and said stupidly: "Sure!"
An Zheng was slightly stunned, and suddenly he understood why Lang Jing wanted to be recognized by others so much.
Lang Jing shook his head: "If you have already broken through to the realm of Shengcui, I can't beat you."
The person who said this was not far away from An Zheng. An Zheng swept over with an arrow, grabbed the person's collar and lifted him up with one arm: "Your parents didn't educate you well, I will let you know for them. What is politeness?”
An Zheng said: "This is what makes me happy, not that I defeated him."
Someone muttered a few words, but did not dare to continue.
Before Lang Jing could react, An Zheng's hand hit Lang Jing's chest seven times in a row: "You should learn the acupuncture points and structure of the human body."
An Zheng said: "I want to invite you."
An Zheng smiled and said: "Many people know that I am the leader of Tianqi Sect. No matter how they look down on me, Tianqi Sect, the sect is there and will not disappear just because someone looks down upon it. And there are many people in my sect who need you. Come teach me, I want you to be my sect’s teacher.”
His hands were at the front, and as he turned, his hands were like drills.
An Zheng turned aside and let Lang Jing pass. Lang Jing jumped forward and turned upside down in mid-air. His feet reached the front, then he bent his knees and stepped on a big tree on the side of the road. His body reflected and he pounced towards An Zheng again. His speed was completely beyond the imagination of those onlookers, and everyone who regarded Lang Jing as a joke were stunned.
Lang Jing's hands grasped the stone slab, but he drilled through it in an instant. Among the rubble, Lang Jing's body passed through and went straight to An Zheng's chest. His hands felt as if they were made of steel, indestructible. If these hands were to grab An Zheng's chest, you can imagine what the consequences would be.
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun smiled: "He is really a man who knows how to take advantage of others."
The moment Lang Jing said the word "please", he rushed towards An Zheng with his feet. Not a forward charge, but a real pounce.
Someone muttered a few words, but did not dare to continue.
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun, who was playing with the woman in his arms, turned to look at An Zheng, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "No wonder Ding Shengxia and the others lost so miserably."
An Zheng said: "Okay, I'll treat you to a drink when I get back."
An Zheng flew down from the low wall, turned around in mid-air, and swept his sleeves against the flying gravel, which hit Lang Jing like bullets. Lang Jing held his head in his hands and rushed forward, not even trying to hide. The gravel hit his arm with a thumping sound, but it did not slow down his speed at all. His already shabby clothes were full of holes.
In Zuiyue Tower, Feng Xiuyang raised the corners of her mouth: "Obviously, she is not as good as Lang Jing in terms of realm, but she can avoid all attacks with her body skills, and then relies on skill to win. Although she has not broken through to the realm of Shengcui, she can still be considered an opponent. "
An Zheng stepped on it, and a thick stone slab stood up immediately.
"I'm so arrogant. I actually claim that I am invincible in the world under the age of twenty."
His hands were at the front, and as he turned, his hands were like drills.
At the gate of the martial arts academy, someone asked Nie Qing: "Senior brother, it looks like An Zheng won easily?"
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun, who was playing with the woman in his arms, turned to look at An Zheng, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "No wonder Ding Shengxia and the others lost so miserably."
In Zuiyue Tower, Feng Xiuyang raised the corners of her mouth: "Obviously, she is not as good as Lang Jing in terms of realm, but she can avoid all attacks with her body skills, and then relies on skill to win. Although she has not broken through to the realm of Shengcui, she can still be considered an opponent. "
Before Lang Jing could react, An Zheng's hand hit Lang Jing's chest seven times in a row: "You should learn the acupuncture points and structure of the human body."
Nie Qing said: "Easy? The cultivation power of Lang Jing's realm is higher than his. If An Zheng is hit by him, he will lose and he will be injured. Therefore, An Zheng never confronts Lang Jing head-on and avoids the enemy's sharp edge. , and then spot the enemy's flaws. He has good eyesight and calmness... An Zheng's cultivation is nothing, but it is enough to become a qualified soldier. He will not be easily defeated when he goes out to lead troops. No wonder he can judge people with force. The minister was full of praise for him, very good."
"I don't know who gave birth to me, but I know who raised me. Whether they are humans or wolves, they are my closest relatives. Many years ago, they were killed by a hunter. I killed the hunter. Killing for wolves is also I don’t think there’s anything wrong. If you look down on me, come and fight with me. If anyone dares, come along!”
He took off his badly worn and mended shoes and put them aside neatly. Only then did people see how strange his feet were... There was a layer of black hair on his feet, which was thick and curly. And his toes were widely spread apart, hooked like sharp claws.
In Jun Xin Tower, Su Feilun, who was playing with the woman in his arms, turned to look at An Zheng, and then raised the corner of his mouth: "No wonder Ding Shengxia and the others lost so miserably."
He cupped his fists and said, "I, Lang Jing, have lost. From now on, just tell me if you have any errands."
Nie Qing laughed, turned and walked away. The people around him who were watching the excitement were left with blank expressions on their faces.
There is a mass of black hair on his chest, and based on this mass of black hair, a large black wolf head is tattooed. Those black hairs become the hair on the wolf's head, making the wolf look lifelike.
An Zheng smiled and said: "Many people know that I am the leader of Tianqi Sect. No matter how they look down on me, Tianqi Sect, the sect is there and will not disappear just because someone looks down upon it. And there are many people in my sect who need you. Come teach me, I want you to be my sect’s teacher.”
An Zheng straightened his clothes, and Du Shoushou jumped over: "That's right, that's right. You have to win the fight. Although it's not pleasant to win, you won anyway."
Qi Jin!
An Zheng said: "I want to invite you."
An Zheng stepped on it, and a thick stone slab stood up immediately.
Anyone who is a practitioner knows that within the realm of Shengcui, it is impossible to let the inner energy go out. No matter how much cultivation power is accumulated, it can only make the punch stronger and the body better. Only by breaking through the realm of ascending essence can the power of cultivation in the body be transformed into strength. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the intensity and distance of the leakage of strength. Some people can also use special weapons to transform the power of cultivation into sword energy or sword energy, but that is far from true strength.
"Please me?"
An Zheng smiled and shook his head: "It's not difficult to win against him. What's difficult is to prevent people like him from continuing to become evil. He has almost reached the edge of extreme. If he is used by others again, he will become a villain."
An Zheng said: "Okay, I'll treat you to a drink when I get back."
Lang Jing's hands kept grabbing out, while An Zheng kept dodging on the low wall. As soon as he grabbed his hand on the low wall, gravel flew into the air and smoke and dust rose up. After a while, what was a good low wall became pitted and intermittent.
"I'm so arrogant. I actually claim that I am invincible in the world under the age of twenty."
boom!
"I'm so arrogant. I actually claim that I am invincible in the world under the age of twenty."
An Zheng was slightly stunned, and suddenly he understood why Lang Jing wanted to be recognized by others so much.
An Zheng said: "This is what makes me happy, not that I defeated him."
"Wolves raised me, and I don't see anything wrong with calling them father and mother."
The person who said this was not far away from An Zheng. An Zheng swept over with an arrow, grabbed the person's collar and lifted him up with one arm: "Your parents didn't educate you well, I will let you know for them. What is politeness?”
Lang Jing's hands kept grabbing out, while An Zheng kept dodging on the low wall. As soon as he grabbed his hand on the low wall, gravel flew into the air and smoke and dust rose up. After a while, what was a good low wall became pitted and intermittent.
"Your attacks are fast and ruthless, but not targeted enough, which means many of your moves are blind."
There were boos all around.