With a "bang", the dining table sounded from the corner to spread into the middle. The black gap extended to the bottom of the vase. When I saw it suddenly, it seemed like venom leaking out of the bottle and corroding the table.

Nie Monan was shocked when he looked at the cracks on the table. The table was twenty centimeters thick, and the color was like iron and steel. If he simply smashed a place, it would be fine to gather the force at a point. However, he could control his strength and walk across the table. This strength should not be underestimated. He looked at his beard again, suddenly laughed, and said, "Does your hands hurt?"

The beard ignored Nie Monan, stood up and stood up, his eyes stayed on Huang's body for a while, and let the maid beside him help Huang back to the room. He looked at Nie Monan and said, "Come with me." He said that and walked towards the door.

Nie Monan glanced at the drunken roe, and thought she couldn't help finding Lanyi for her. She got up and walked out with the beard.

Xiaomouzi didn't walk far away, and left the restaurant and went to the third floor. On the left of the third floor was an empty martial arts training hall with a shelf inside with a few iron sticks on it.

Xiaomouyi stood in the middle and said, "If you have any skills, use them and attack them."

Nie Monan was 1.75 meters tall. When he arrived here, he felt very stressed when facing a group of people who were much taller than him. Now, the beard on the opposite side, which was a little shorter than him, had a secret confidence. He moved his muscles and said, "Tell me a reason to attack you?"

"I don't like you, is this reason okay?" Xiao Wangzi said. When he saw Nie Monan for the first time, he beat him up in his heart and didn't like him in his heart. There was no reason.

"This reason is enough. My name is Nie Monan, what's your name?" Nie Monan asked bluntly. He had fought many fights with his fellow disciples before, and many times the reason was that he "don't like you". Unexpectedly, when he came here, he had to fight with people for this reason.

"Lang Chime Ye, you can also call me nicknamed Jiu Neiko." Xiaomouzi Lang replied.

Nie Monan habitually touched his waist. It was where he placed the dagger, but unfortunately the dagger was gone. He looked around and saw if there were any suitable weapons available.

Lang Chao's flushed face was drunk and he said contemptuously: "You can choose any suitable weapon. If you don't see what you like here, you can go to the inner room."

Nie Monanwei was stunned and patrolled. Sure enough, he saw a door inside, which was one with the wall. If he hadn't looked closely, he wouldn't be able to see it. His habit made him pay attention to every opponent, so when he walked up the room, he didn't expect to find a gun or something. He just hoped to find a long sword or sharp knife with strong lethality.

When I opened the door carved with the red shore flower, there were indeed all kinds of weapons inside: bronze swords, silver spears, iron axes, copper hooks... Some of them could not even name them.

Nie Monan tried the bronze sword, which weighed more than ten pounds. The blade was sharp and was not very suitable. After trying a few more, it felt like there was no one that was suitable, either heavy or light.

After a circle, he finally felt that the copper stick outside had been ready. When he turned around and walked out, he glanced at the black spear-like weapon that fell from the corner of the room. At first glance, he didn't recognize any weapon. He walked over and picked it up and looked at it. It was about five feet long and weighed about thirty kilograms. It was black all over, neither copper nor iron, and each end had slender inverted triangle blades. This weapon was not suitable for Nie Monan in both length and weight, but Nie Monan always liked it inexplicably. He held it in his hand and weighed it for a while and said to himself: "Let's call you Wuqing." He took it out of the door.

Lang Chime Ye didn't wait, and took another wine jar while playing with his fists and feet, like a drunken fist.

When Nie Monan walked out with Wuqing, Lang Chimu Ye did not stop and fled to Nie Monan.

Nie Monan was calmly dancing with his hands and swept across Lang Chime Ye. No matter what kind of people he used to fight, weapons were about one inch long and one point strong. One inch short and one point dangerous. Now, Nie Monan had weapons in his hand, while Lang Chime Ye was bare-handed. Nie Monan won this alone. Unfortunately, things were not simple.

Lang Chimei Ye seemed to be thin and drank a lot of wine, but his speed and strength were far stronger than Nie Monan. The first punch was resolved by Nie Monan's Wu Qing. Before Nie Monan could breathe, he turned around and flipped behind Nie Monan and kicked Nie Monan's butt.

Nie Monan's thinking and eyes reacted, but his movements were slow. When his Wu Qing turned around to save the scene, his butt was kicked in front of him.

Nie Monan staggered forward a few steps and stood firm. The pain in his butt was nothing compared to the humiliation in his heart. Nie Monan danced Wu Qing as a sword and came out, gathered in the dantian, and took the initiative to attack when he felt the aura in his dantian.

Lang Chime Ye took another sip of wine, looked at Nie Monan with a cracked mouth and said, "Come, come, come. Today, let you see the greatness of Lang Chime Ye, the eldest prince of the Nightwing Continent, the first heir to the throne." He said that, as he walked away with Nie Monan's Wu Qing in charge.

The black green is like a sword, and the single palm is like a knife. The two of them breathe more than ten moves in one breath.

Nie Monan saw the power of Lang Chime Ye. His palm power was continuous and his breath was imminent. In a few moves, he was forced under his palm several times and almost hit the vital point.

Lang Chimu Ye looked at Nie Monan and said, "It's really good. No wonder he can take the elixir away from the Bi'anhua Street. Unfortunately, your qi skills are too weak." He said that, and he slashed it with his palm.

Nie Monan raised his palm and blew the wind on Nie Monan's face with the Yinsha.

Lang Chiemu · Ye had his palms closed, and his legs spun out, kicked Nie Monan's chest.

Nie Monan held Wu Qing in both hands, and used his legs to resolve the flying legs he kicked at him. When his legs were touched, Lang Chimei Ye's tough force shook Nie Monan's one leg, and he also took a few steps back.

Nie Monan was willing but not capable enough. Lang Chimu Ye drank a lot of alcohol and did not use a killer move according to his intentions. Otherwise, the strong will have been invincible throughout history.

"I've had enough fun. Are you ready to go to this prince's dining table?" Lang Chimu Ye laughed loudly, and he was so proud.

Nie Monan clenched his hands tightly, swallowing his breath, and never die here.

Lang Chimei Ye raised his head and drank all the wine in the can. He threw the crown aside, rubbed the wine stains on the corner of his mouth and hooked his finger at Nie Monan, "Come on, Cang Yu, take out all the skills of the family. Otherwise, how can you protect yourself? Don't be polite, if you can hurt me, I will reward you."

Nie Monan held Wu Qing in his backhand and swept across the place with a flying leg, and cooperated perfectly.

Lang Chimei Ye turned around and avoided the sweep and raised his hand to grab the falling flying leg. Nie Monan used all his strength to press down his leg.

However, when Lang Chime Ye seemed to have become a joke, he easily caught it.

When Nie Monan used Wuqing to rescue the scene again, Lang Chimu Ye grabbed his legs and pulled them hard and threw them over his shoulder. When Nie Monan landed with one palm, he was about to leverage the force to leverage. Lang Chimu Ye jumped into the air and pressed his knees to Nie Monan's chest.

"Puff" a mouthful of blood spilled out. For Lang Chimu Ye who was pressing heavily on his chest, Nie Monan tried to use the punches and palms and used them easily.

"Haha, vomit." Lang Chimei Ye looked down at Nie Monan lying on the ground. His tossing seemed to make him feel drunk, and he was so disgusting that he wanted to vomit.

Looking at his drunken expression, Nie Monan was extremely depressed. How could he survive in this world with such a weak self? He could not survive, so how could he protect Lan Yi and... The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, the more unwilling he became. He breathed in the key points of Qi technique over and over again.

Finally, a ball of air appeared and his body became hot. Nie Monan had this feeling, and it happened when he killed the two orcs chasing him. The opportunity came, Nie Monan gave up Wu Qing and slammed Lang Chimu Ye on his knee. After one punch, Lang Chimu Ye jumped up and did not leave, but instead stepped on Nie Monan's chest with his feet.

Nie Monan attacked his legs again. Lang Chimeye Ye was like playing, his two feet alternated, and his movements were fast and effective.

Nie Monan's movements became faster and faster under his guidance. In the end, he only saw countless palm shadows moving. He turned his hands to his legs, and in a blink of an eye, he took more than a dozen moves.

A red light suddenly appeared in Nie Monan's eyes, his body coordination became more and more sensitive, and the dantian qi became clearer. The force and speed gradually became comparable to that of Lang Chimu Ye.

Lang Chimei Ye was slightly stunned when he saw the red light in Nie Monan's eyes. When he was stunned, Nie Monan soared into the air and kicked Lang Chimei Ye's neck sideways.

Lang Chimei Ye tilted his body and fell to the ground, but his eyes were quick and fast. His body did not fall to the ground and he spun with his legs and held his hands. He had more than ten rounds with Nie Monan's hands.

Nie Monan was still constantly moving, practicing qi, gathering qi, and the qi in the dantian became larger and larger. Nie Monan could sense that the qi was red and the size of a watermelon. From this qi, there was a constant source of heat to transport it to the seven meridians and eight meridians. Nie Monan intuition guided the heat source to both hands. When Lang Chimeye attacked again, he grabbed Lang Chimeyeye's legs, just like he did to Nie Monan just now. Lang Chimeyeyeye was actually fell to the ground. Nie Monan immediately followed and stepped on his chest, looking down at him and said, "I, Nie Monan, don't care whether you are a king or a prince. Anyone who wants to make a decision have to think about me."

Lang Chimei Ye was stepped on, and the smell of alcohol and blood surged. He looked at Nie Monan with a red light in his cold eyes and thought about saying something, but his head tilted back and fainted.

Nie Monan was startled and said, "It's not dead." He sniffed, but he was alive. Nie Monan breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground. Only then did he find that the joints and muscles of the whole body were sore and sore. Could this be the sequelae of using Qi technique? The white-haired old man didn't tell Nie Monan. He got up and went out to find the sacred man. But the maid told him that Princess Hui had rested and did not let him disturb him. He had to let the maid take her to a room and fall asleep. This time he fell asleep, he only woke up in the middle of the night.
Chapter completed!