Wu Ling's expression suddenly became serious and abnormal. He sighed and said, "I want to ask everyone, just before today, do you all look down on me as a young master? Do you think I am a young master? The big waste material of Tianzi No. 1 is not qualified to be your young master at all? Wu Yi is taken aback, you say."
Wu Jiaerlang showed stunned expressions one by one, even Wu Yun next to him was a little dazed. He hurried over two steps, pressed Wu Ling’s ear, and whispered: "My son, I hope my son will not blame him for the past. , These erlangs have just been for the family, many people have been injured, I hope the son Haihan." He said, hurriedly coloring everyone.
Seeing this, Zhong Erlang hurriedly knelt down together, trembling in two waves, not daring to raise his head. The audience was silent, recalling the previous ten years, as Wu Ling said, no one wanted to admit that Wu Ling was their master, because Wu Ling was the No. 1 waste material in Tianzi.
Wu Ling looked at the Wu Jia Erlang who was crawling in front of him, with a serious and sincere expression: "Everyone is an old man of the Wu family. Some people have stayed in the Wu family older than my age. The Wu family has never doubted everyone. I’ve never doubted everyone’s determination to defend the Wu family. I, Wu Ling, is not a narrow-minded person. I just said that, I just want to tell you a truth. A few days ago, when I was still a waste, everyone You all look down on me, but now, who among you still looks down on me? Wu Yi was taken aback, you said."
Wu Yi was stunned even if he was a little bit stunned, but now he stammered and couldn't speak: "This, this."
"Hehe." Wu Ling smiled suddenly, "Big Brother, I didn't mean to embarrass you for a while, everyone, get up!"
Wu Yi was stunned, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, stood up, and said loudly, "Thank you, son." Turning around, Wu Jiajilang knelt on the ground tremblingly, and sweat immediately appeared on his forehead. , Knelt down again with a plop, and said quickly, "Don't dare, don't dare, I offended the young master before a moment ago, and dare not get up, please punish the young master!"
Seeing Wu Yi's actions just now, Wu Ling couldn't help but feel a little funny. The grievances that have disappeared for more than ten years have disappeared: "I didn't mean to blame everyone. I just want to ask everyone, why did you look down on me before? Is it because Strength? My strength is low, everyone looks down on me, even if I am your young master, now my strength is high, everyone respects me! Is this the truth?"
"Yes." Wu Yi's head was not bright at first, and Wu Ling's repeated questions made him a little confused, and he replied subconsciously.
"Cut. This stunned young master again!" Wu Jiaerlang buried his head one by one, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth. He wanted to kick Wu Yi to the sky with a kick, and it was in the hearts of a few good people. Also secretly worried for Wu Yi.
Unexpectedly, Wu Ling paused, and looked around again for a week, and found that everyone was looking at him secretly with their heads down. Suddenly they thought these Erlangs were really funny, and he immediately laughed and said, "Is everyone so afraid of me? As I said, I didn’t mean to blame you. I just want to tell you that the most important thing for you is not to defend the martial arts and the master, but to exercise your own strength and defend your family and family. Just talking about it is not enough. Yes, the most fundamental, but also superior strength. I myself, is the best example."
The audience was silent, everyone felt Wu Ling's words just now: Strength, yes, strength is the most important thing. This world is a world of mutual indulgence, the weak and the strong. It is not enough to rely on blood, courage and self-confidence. Whether it is on the battlefield or in life, the most important thing is to have superior strength in order to gain respect.
"Today, I just want to consider your strength!" Wu Ling said his true purpose in one sentence.
Consider our strength
Wu Jiaerlang slowly raised their heads one by one and looked at each other. These bloody men were a little at a loss when they heard Wu Ling wanted to consider their strength.
"You dare not? Is it because I am your young master, or because of my strength? Don't you even have the courage to fight me?" Having said that, he paused, "Today, you can treat me as One of you, to show your best performance is the greatest respect for me."
Still no one spoke, everyone was sweating profusely, blushing, bloodshot, and shame filled the heart of every Wu Jiajilang like a mountain, and these people suddenly felt ashamed.
Yeah, why, why don't we dare to compete with him, is it just because he is the young master and we are the servants
The noise of the needle falling can be heard in the silence, Wu Ling shouted: "Why don't you speak, stand up. Men have gold under their knees. Although I am your young master, you don't need to kneel on me like this. Wu Family, you only need to bow down to someone who is stronger than you! Wu is taken aback, raise your head and stand up!"
Wu Yi first raised his head and turned around. He panted heavily, his eyes flushed, his eyes swept across the crowd, and he said loudly, "Master wants to consider our strength. Should we be accompanied?"
"Yes." The voice was sparse, and many people raised their heads and looked at the expression. Although they did not dare to speak loudly, they were more or less like this in their hearts.
Nodded in satisfaction, Wu Ling smiled strangely. These errands have been used to living a life without worry. Although the blood in their hearts is still there, they lack the motivation to move forward. Only humiliation can give them a new life.
"Okay, very good. If you are a man, stand up immediately. As I said, your knees can only be bent in front of people who are stronger than you."
Suddenly, in the silence, someone stood up first, followed by the second and the third. But within a few tens of seconds, five hundred Wu Jia Erlang stood up, everyone panting, staring at Wu Ling intently.
The courage and bloodiness that a normal person should have were perfectly inspired by Wu Ling at this moment.
"Do you have the confidence to beat me?"
"Yes!" Five hundred people shouted in unison, this kind of voice that broke through the shackles of their hearts seemed to be able to shake the earth.
"Then go! I won't be merciful, and you don't have to care about my identity!" With a loud shout, Wu Ling jumped into the crowd.
"Bagua Palm!" Wu Ling called out softly, and then the qi in his body burst out in an instant, a strong qi burst out in an all-round way, and the white brocade on his body was even more affected by this. The vigor was blowing loudly, and the whole person's aura has undergone earth-shaking changes, as if suddenly transformed from a little white rabbit into an ancient fierce beast, that breath from ancient times let the presence present Everyone was in a panic. Wu Jiajilang hurriedly set up a posture and reacted. At first, they didn't dare to do their best. However, later, they realized that they didn't need to do their best, but only to be beaten. He gritted his teeth, like tigers and beasts. Charged to Wu Ling.
After rushing over, he found out that the young master had come for real this time.
Especially those Erlang who rushed to the forefront felt like a Tyrannosaurus from the ancients standing in front of him. Where would they dare to go forward and stop their bodies one by one with all their strength, but it was too late. , Wu Ling took a step gently, without making any sound, but everyone felt that their hearts had been smashed by a sledgehammer, which was uncomfortable.
Without waiting for them to make any movements, Wu Ling slapped a palm straight forward, and then slapped a palm in the air. A majestic breath exploded in an all-round way, and even a clear palm print was broken. Out of space, blasted towards the center of the crowd. Facing that extremely strong palm, the front few erlangs felt a huge shock. Now it is too late to retreat. The only thing they can do is to resist with all their strength. At the moment, there are five erlangs relying on the power of the Bone-changing realm. The physical body blasted toward the palm print that blasted straight forward.
"Kacha." There was a crisp sound, it was the sound of broken bones. In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, the pens of the five Erlangs were abruptly broken, and a few times of "pupu", the bright red liquid came from The spray out of the mouth further aroused the blood in Zhongerlang's heart. It seemed that the person who swept the army in front of the crowd was not their young master, but their enemy.
Not only that, the palm wind brought by this palm also rolled up several people around and fell heavily to the ground, either breaking the arm or the calf, and the jet of qi rushed into them. Within their bodies, they were ruining their bodies unscrupulously. Wu Ling was cruel this time. His more than ten years of experience told him that humiliation is the greatest motivation for people to move forward. What these martial artists lack most is the driving force to move forward.
Within a radius of more than ten meters, Wu Ling solved more than a dozen people with just one palm. All those who were able to stand were all staring at everything in amazement. Even Wu Yun looked at Wu Ling with surprise. Although he knew that he was very strong, he did not expect him to be so strong. The power of a palm would knock down a circle of people. What kind of power is this.
Wu Jia Erlang rushed forward one by one, no longer caring about Wu Ling's identity. As long as they could defeat Wu Ling, they would not be scumbags, they would be true men. For a long time, the sunset was west and the sunset was bloody. Wu Jiaerlang fell to the ground panting one by one. They formed a circle. In the middle, Wu Ling was facing the sky with a trace of blood hanging on the corner of his mouth, but there was a smile on his face.
"Happy, really happy!" The feelings between the men were all punched out with one punch. In the long-lasting battle just now, some people bleed, some were injured, some were unconscious, but no one felt resentment against Wu Ling. On the contrary, they all admire Wu Ling, this is because they have seen Wu Ling's strength.
"Yes, the young master is right, strength is the best magic weapon to win respect!" Everyone thought this way, and his eyes were full of admiration!
"Brothers, I'm going to travel around the world soon, my father, my sister, and everything about the Wu family, I have to ask you all!"
"Okay!" There is no usual false politeness between master and servant, and some are just straightforward answers. Wu Ling was moved and smiled at each other.
These people all regarded him as a brother, not a master. Suddenly, Wu Ling sighed with emotion.
"Brothers, I will give you a joint attack in a while. During the time I am away, everyone will practice hard. I can't predict that in half a year, everyone's combat power will increase a hundredfold!" Wu Ling said. The audience's eyes were glaring, and they got up from the ground one after another, increasing their combat power a hundredfold? This is no joke.
Wu Yi froze with blood on his nose, stretched his neck and leaned forward: "Master, what method can have such an effect?"
With both hands supported, Wu Ling stood up from the ground and explained in a loud voice: "This kind of combined attack is called a Zhenwu seven-cutting formation. It is a wonderful formation. The most important thing is to rely on the tacit cooperation between the seven people. In the past few days, I will teach you seven different techniques. Each of you only needs to learn one of them. Then, seven people form a small team to form a seven-cutting formation of Zhenwu. These seven techniques have their own subtleties. The mystery is that if two people work together, the offensive and defensive makeup is very powerful. If three people work together, it is twice as powerful as two people. Four people are equivalent to eight masters, and five are equivalent to sixteen. Six players are equivalent to thirty-two players, and seven players are equivalent to sixty-four first-rate players in the world. We have five hundred people. If we practice this set of formation skillfully, even if it is against the banned army of the Principality, Don't be afraid!"
"Is there really such a formation in the world?" Wu Yun looked at him, his eyes full of confusion, besides, with some expectation.
"Haha, Grandpa Yun, there are so many weird things in the world, what's the point of this formation!"
Seeing what Wu Ling said was calm and gentle, everyone believed it in their hearts, and for a long time after that, Wu Ling carefully taught Wu Jia Erlang Zhenwu seven divisions.