"I'll be back as soon as I go."
Wang Yiwu got up and walked out, while Wen Lianmu sat still and ordered a cup of tea for himself very elegantly. He savored the tea in the Grand Marshal's Mansion, which was a rare treat.
Just as he was confident in his own judgment, he had no doubts about Wang Yiwu's strength.
And Wang Yiwu himself is even more like a dragon walking like a tiger, with a calm attitude.
Being invincible in the same situation is what Jiang Mengxiong requires of him, and it is also his consistent self-confidence.
There have been countless battles to illustrate this, and countless challengers have achieved this name.
From Youmai to Zhoutian, from Zhoutian to Tongtian, there are no exceptions.
The Tongtian Realm connects the past and the present and achieves the limits of history.
When you reach the Tenglong realm, there will be no exceptions.
What about Zheng Shangming? He didn't even bother to look at it.
It doesn’t matter how you don’t rely on relationships, how you strive for self-improvement, how stubborn you are and how hard you work.
What does it count?
Are there more than one or two geniuses who have been defeated by him?
Even that fat man Chong Xuan Sheng, if it weren't for Chong Xuan Zun, who would he know?
I could hear the noise outside the house.
"Bold! How dare you act so arrogantly here?"
The servants in the Grand Marshal's Mansion are also very frightened and angry. As the saying goes, "the third-rank official in front of the prime minister's door", the servants in the Grand Marshal's Mansion are also stomping and trembling outside. I have never seen anyone dare to enter the mansion.
Making a fuss before?
Only Zheng Shangming's voice was unscrupulous: "You are not worthy of talking to me, tell Wang Yiwu to get out!"
Wen Lianmu is indeed right. This man is contradictory and awkward. He seems to be able to endure anything and endure any hardship. But once he really loses his temper, he doesn't care.
Wang Yiwu thought to himself, but his face was expressionless, and his steps were neither hasty nor slow, and every step was constant. From the moment his feet hit the ground, he was in the most convenient state for exerting force every moment.
This allows him to launch the most powerful attack at any time and anywhere.
And when he walked out of the Marshal's Mansion under the respectful eyes of his servants, he saw Zheng Shangming who was so aggressive that he didn't even have time to change his clothes.
Wearing the clothes of a porter, he ran from there to here without stopping.
He looked really embarrassed and angry.
Wang Yiwu looked at him with no emotion in his eyes, and just asked: "Are you looking for me?"
As soon as Wang Yiwu appeared, everyone in the Grand Marshal's Mansion remained quiet. This shows that his position as the master here is deeply rooted.
No wonder some people in Linzi call him Young Marshal and regard him as Jiang Mengxiong's son.
Zheng Shangming was furious.
No matter who it is, it is impossible not to be angry if someone is harmed for no reason and is used as a chess piece.
Especially he is Zheng Shangming.
The arrogance in my heart is never less than that of those young masters, but is sharper and more intense.
He rushed directly from the military camp, without stopping at all along the way. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked angrily.
Of course he knew Wang Yiwu, and he believed it was impossible for Wang Yiwu not to know him.
No one can belittle him or frame him for no reason.
Not even the God of War himself can do it! Let alone a disciple of the God of War!
"Who are you?"
Wang Yiwu was still asking, but he took a step forward and raised his fist without hesitation.
"You dare to make a big fuss at the Grand Marshal's Mansion, you are no one!"
As soon as he punched out, the wind started to rise.
Invincible and selfless.
When Zheng Shangming came here, he was already prepared to come to settle accounts, and he did not hesitate to fight for this.
It's not that he didn't hear about Wang Yiwu's strength, or that he didn't predict it.
But power, fame, wealth, and strength should not be the reasons for him to be able to harm Zheng Shangming at will.
He was very angry.
This anger made his blood boil.
Let him hold his fist early.
Let his fist be full of power.
Dao Yuan burst out in a hurry, and the blood surged like a torrent.
Power and force were perfectly unified, and all his anger was accumulated in this punch.
Then he punched out, head-on, steel against steel, clashing with Wang Yiwu's fist!
He didn't dodge, and Wang Yiwu didn't either.
The moment the two fists collided, everything seemed to freeze.
Time is slowing down and space is expanding.
Sound, breath, all lost...and found again.
Zheng Shangming seemed to hear a crisp sound, and he felt an unparalleled force crushing him. It was unstoppable and unavoidable.
He even felt that his entire arm was shattered by this punch!
But that's just an illusion.
He quickly realized this fact.
Because Wang Yiwu had already withdrawn his fist.
After easily defeating his fist, defeating his fist, and defeating his punching power, he easily retracted his fist.
The difference in strength is so huge!
Zheng Shangming thought that he might lose and might not be his opponent, but he would do his best and never make things easier for Wang Yiwu.
But I never thought that the gap could be so big.
Wang Yiwu looked at Zheng Shangming, with no sense of achievement in his eyes. He only asked coldly: "You are very proud, but what is the reason for your pride?"
Zheng Shangming felt like he was struck by lightning.
His fist was broken, and his anger was shattered, as well as his pride that was easily concealed.
He never doubted himself. He completely refused any relationship with his family and relied solely on himself to climb up from the bottom of the army.
Joining the Zhanyu Army on his own, becoming the captain of the team on his own, even with his strength, he should at least be able to rule them all. And if he can rely on his father's connections, Qi Jiuzi will be chosen by him, if nothing else, a deputy general's
The position is nailed on the board.
He believes that he is a heroic figure who does not compromise with the world.
But I have never heard of any hero being so vulnerable.
He had no power to attack Wang Yiwu who framed him and manipulated him.
This cruel reality almost destroyed the pride hidden deep in his heart. In fact, until now, everything has been planned by Wen Lianmu, including his psychological changes at this moment.
After this, how to manipulate Zheng Shangming's mood and manipulate his emotions... naturally there is a complete plan.
And Wang Yiwu also gave Wen Lianmu enough trust, and everything went according to the established plan.
First, let Zheng Shangming see the difference in strength, defeat his confidence, polish his hatred, and reduce the negative impact. Then capture him, lock him up, and start the follow-up.
Seeing Zheng Shangming's devastated look, Wang Yiwu completely lost interest in saying another word, and only reached forward to grab him: "You broke into the Generalissimo's Mansion without permission, and I will lock you up for a few days first!"
"Wait a minute!"
A sudden voice sounded in the distance.
The voice was very loud, majestic and upright.
The first sound was in the distance, but when the sound fell, people were already close.
One palm, raised up like a knife, was slashed down diagonally.
Although it is a fleshy palm, it is like a heavenly sword.
Because everything in front of me seems to be separated by this "knife"!
This is a natural cycle, and it is destined to be like this.
Wang Yiwu had to take his hand back.
He even had to take two steps back to allow himself to maintain his peak attacking posture in front of the coming person's fierce momentum.
…
In the Grand Marshal's Mansion, Wen Lianmu, who was sipping tea, suddenly stood up.
"how come?"
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This chapter has been completed!