"Since I don't leave, I can't say, I'm going to give you this old friend a ride today."
It’s not a twitchy temperament in the coming days. As soon as the voice fell, he raised his hand and it was a palm. This time he sent his full strength. Before the palm reached, the air had been deformed. When the line of sight passed through, the whole world he saw was distorted, and this Not only visual, some trees really twisted behind him, eventually exceeding the critical point, breaking directly into a strange appearance.
Naturally, Tom Bo could not sit and wait for death. He shook his palm lightly and pushed forward suddenly, and the world was like a kneaded dough, changing its form ferociously.
For the fourth move, Tom Bo has never surpassed four moves in the upcoming competition.
This is already the limit, not only for cultivation, but also for the true essence of the whole body.
Squeak!
There was a noise in the air that should never exist.
Subsequently, the two forces kneaded together and turned into a projectile.
This is Guixu.
After returning to the ruins, it was violent.
In which direction he rushed, that party would lose, and the price would only be life. The display of this kind of power rarely appears in the masters' tricks. Because it's like the two sides of a gambling game, they put all the bets directly, roll two eyes, and bet all the net worth.
Now that it has penetrated everything, no one will easily let go.
But Tom Bo was obviously not a coming opponent.
The ball drifted slowly in the direction of Tom Bo.
Not long afterwards, he seemed extremely relaxed, and Tom Bo had exhausted his efforts, and blood was even flowing out of his eyes.
Bang!
But at this moment.
A gray shadow suddenly came out of the woods, passed through the entire clearing, and rushed to the neck of the coming east without error.
Soon, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he raised his hand slightly, and slapped the gray shadow into powder with a random fan.
The sawdust flew around, turned out to be a piece of wood.
After a short while, he was taken aback again, and hurriedly waved his hand again, because in the sawdust, there were a few thin pieces of metal mixed in, and it continued to fly towards him like a flying needle.
These two waved hands were stunned, which made him feel unstable. In addition, Tom Bo took the opportunity to exert his strength, and the small ball in the ruins disappeared. It was a chance to breathe.
That wooden root is a pole.
Then came a small pot and a small stove.
Song Meng rushed out of the woods, rushed to Tang Bo's side for the first time, and asked nervously, "How are you doing?"
Tom Bo was stunned for a moment, and then a little angrily said: "Why are you here? Didn't you let you leave?!"
Song Meng smiled honestly, scratched his head, and said, "I left, I just walked here a few days ago. I think the environment here is good, so I want to stay here for a few more days, so I can use what you taught before. I practiced the set of exercises, but I didn’t expect that this practice would last for several days. When I woke up, I saw you fighting here. Fortunately, I let me catch up, but who is this little guy? Can you be forced to this point..."
Tom Bo's eyebrows jerked a few times.
This is really a coincidence, so coincidence that he would never believe it.
But if it weren't for this, Song Meng would not have the ability to follow them secretly without being discovered by them.
Just a coincidence
He looked at Song Meng, then gritted his teeth and said loudly, "Go!"
But... can you go
Soon afterwards, he said in a deep voice: "Damn bastard!"
He was angry.
Because a trace of blood is leaving between the corners of his eyebrows.
He underestimated the enemy too much. One of the thin metal needles in the shoulder was particularly heavy, which broke through his vitality and scratched his face. At this time, a blood flowed from a small wound.
Although this injury is really not serious, it is definitely a skin injury, but it makes the day Donglai extremely angry. Annoyed into anger.
With a palm cut, Song Meng subconsciously turned around to block.
But... how can he resist
Tom Bo yelled: "Stop!"
But how can you stop in the near future
Click, bang!
Song Meng broke his arms in an instant, and a huge palm print broke through his arms and imprinted between his chest and abdomen. The entire chest cavity was sunken and pressed against his back. The heart and lungs in the middle were instantly crushed and turned into a pool of blood.
With just one palm, Song Meng lay on the ground with bleeding from seven holes. Before he could scream or breathe for the last time, he died just like that.
Not long after, Donglai snorted and said, "It's just a Tier Nine, so I dare to be so presumptuous. Have I not set off a storm on this continent for too long, and have been completely forgotten? Well... it's time to let this world. Zhang Zhang has a memory."
Everything came too suddenly.
So it seems a bit unreal.
Tom Bo was stupefied on the spot.
He looked down at Song Meng, and then raised his head to look at the sun.
He did not die, or was about to die, but a revolving lantern suddenly appeared in his mind. It was not a retrospect of his own life, but...
Once an arrogant brat, unwillingly, still appeared in his life and life in a choked up.
He is stupid.
At the beginning, even water will not burn.
But he is diligent, and although he is unwilling, he is studying seriously.
A once prominent general, willing to be a small servant, greeted and rushed at the gate of this city, taking care of every guest who sat down, getting dirty with the soup every day, cheeks blushed by the mist, completely ignored .
Tang Bo couldn't forget that Song Meng got up at night, frowned and looked at the thin quilt on his body. He covered his quilt. He was just wrapped in a coat, curled up in the corner and slept all night.
At that time, Song Meng didn't know Tang Bo's cultivation level or his abilities. In his eyes, that was just an ordinary old man.
Tom Bo couldn't forget Song Meng's arrogance on the surface, but he did everything possible to help him.
A broad body, every morning when it is dark, he gets up to boil the water, organize the stalls, and wipe the tables and chairs. Then it was a busy day, until the night, shuttled back and forth in this small booth.
He is really stupid.
A Tom Bo once practiced the preliminary exercises in just two months, and it took him a little half a year to get a glimpse of the way.
When I was scolded, I didn't care, at most I scratched my head and smiled, and then I worked harder the next day.
Diligent and kind.
Accepting Song Meng and beginning to teach him about his cultivation was not only because of Lu Yu's entrustment, but also because of Song Meng.
Tang Bo, who had no family all his life, unknowingly regarded Song Meng as his family and his grandson.
The so-called old and passionate people, this kind of thing is normal.
So watching Song Meng die, Tang Bo's anger was naturally taken for granted.
"Sent away the little one, now it should be your turn, the old one."
After a while, he snorted and raised his palm again.
The palm that seemed to pierce everything in the world suddenly... shook.
This made the next day stunned for a while.
Afterwards, he saw everything around him... It was strange.
Especially the sand on the ground, without any energy, it floats automatically.