Xu Qing smacked his palm and lit up twelve golden stars. He didn't know that this palm completely stunned Ren Bing, and even made the entire Chinese Martial Spirit high-level officials excited, and also made a few old hopes.
, in the future, with the peak Heavenly Realm warriors in charge, they can take their salary to pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and leisurely see the life of Nanshan. For the leisure of the rest of their lives, there is no need to fail to fight him to the end. TXT e-book download**
"Boss, is this instrument broken? Hurry up and call someone to fix it. I'll go over there and have a look." Xu Qing deliberately joked and walked slowly to the super speedometer with a cigarette in his mouth. Surprise! This is a speedometer.
Treadmill!
Ren Bing suddenly came to his senses and trotted forward. He saw that this guy had already jumped onto the super speedometer, smoking a cigarette, and began to jog with his feet sliding.
"Is there any prize for this thing? Why don't you see any names of stars or anything like that?" Xu Qing looked at the instrument while running, but didn't find anything that matched the word 'super' in it. It can also be said that this speedometer
There is nothing surprising at all.
Ren Bing smiled and said: "There will be no reward for any instrument except the dynamometer, and besides, you are using it wrong." After that, he stepped forward and pulled out five wires with suction cup heads from the small box on the instrument, signaling Xu Qing to go first.
He came down and then reached out to take off his clothes.
Xu Qing quickly gathered up his clothes, jumped back two feet, and shouted strangely: "Boss, when did you learn Fat Brother's skills, what kind of treadmill walking, can I stop playing? Go back and wash your hands."
Sleeping in vain."
Ren Bing laughed and said: "Let's go, let's take you back. You kid will definitely not know the way." The two of them left the training room arm-in-arm, smoking cigarettes, and Long Fengyang in the General Staff Conference Room curled up a slight smile.
A shallow smile.
In Villa No. 2 of Longya Xiangshan Base, Yang Fan was sitting across from two middle-aged men with gloomy faces. Yang Fan, who was usually domineering, behaved with a low eyebrow today and personally made a pot of fragrant tea for the two of them.
"Two uncles, please taste the taste of this top-quality Dahongpao. We don't have such good tea in Dian Cangshan." Yang Fan washed the cups and poured tea for the two middle-aged men. His actions were extremely careful, as if he was afraid of neglecting these two people.
A middle-aged man called Uncle Shi.
Both of them looked around forty, with black beards and black hair. However, one of them had a butterfly-like scar on his left cheek, which seemed to have been left by a burn. His face was also very dark. On the other hand,
The other man with a thin face was much kinder, and his seriousness seemed to be deliberately artificial.
The scar-faced man picked up the purple clay cup and placed it beside the bed, took a sip, and said expressionlessly: "Fan'er, Master Master knows that you have a battle with Wuhunchong. Thunder is furious, and we are specially sent to travel under the stars and night to stop this.
Please don’t make things difficult for me and your Uncle Gou."
Yang Fan served the tea and made a toast, and said with a slight smile: "Two senior uncles, it makes sense for Fan'er to have a battle with that boy Wuhun this time. After this battle, I will go back to the mountain in person to explain to the master. I promise
Not only will he not blame me, but he will also be greatly rewarded."
The scar-faced man frowned, as if Yang Fan's attitude was very displeased, and said in a deep voice: "Master Master's order cannot be violated. No matter what benefits you can get, you must put it down." After saying that, he put the tea cup on the table.
Press it, click! The hard huā pear wood table is actually embedded in the thin-rimmed purple sand cup, and not a drop of the fragrant tea in the cup is spilled.
Yang Fan's expression remained as usual, and the smile on his face quietly faded away, replaced by a solemn look: "Uncle Yue, I'm afraid you've reached the pinnacle of the earth's realm with your nails. I think you'll be able to break through the heavens in the near future."
It’s such a gratifying situation!”
The scar-faced man snorted and said: "Fan'er, you are now a heavenly warrior, and your future is limitless. However, Master Master's orders are as great as the mountains. You must not disobey or make mistakes."
Yang Fan drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, put the cup down, picked up the teapot and slowly poured the tea into it. The tea quickly overflowed from the cup, and he couldn't pour even a drop of it. Even a heavenly warrior couldn't even think of filling the full cup.
Pour in more tea.
"Two uncles, how many people in our Diancang sect are like this teacup? Master Yue is at the peak of his earthly realm, and his master is at the peak of his heavenly realm. There are hundreds of people who are eager to break through the realm but have not yet reached it.
All the senior brothers, sisters, and brothers... are all like this. They have practiced hard for ten years, decades, or even hundreds of years. If they cannot break through the realm, sooner or later they will be buried in the grave with withered bones..."
Yangfan poured tea slowly and spoke slowly, as if he was telling two unrelated strangers a story that had nothing to do with him. However, the face of the scarred man named Master Yue turned gloomier, and the marks on the back of his hands
All the veins were bulging, as if he would attack this rebellious boy at any time.
The eyes of the thin-faced man known as Uncle Gou suddenly shrank. He picked up the purple clay cup in front of him and brought it to the bedside to take a sip. He smiled and said: "Fan'er, don't point at the mulberry fields and the sea. If you have anything to say, please tell me."
It doesn't matter if you speak directly in front of me, Master Master's order cannot be violated, but it is not completely without room for discussion. Everything depends on whether it is worth it or not."
Yang Fan picked up the purple sand cup with his fingers and slowly poured half of the tea, brought it to the bedside and took a sip, and said casually: "Do you two uncles know about the seven heaven crystals left by Emperor Xuanyuan?"
Yue Gou and Yue Gou looked at each other, but they still didn't know what this kid was going to say. Xuanyuan Tianjing was recorded in two ancient books of the Mén sect, but after all, it was a legendary thing. No one knew whether it really existed.
, the two of them remained silent and waited for the next step.
Yang Fan seemed to be very satisfied with the effect in front of him. He reached out and took out two purple crystals from his pocket and placed them directly on the table. He stretched out his fingers and said: "Two junior uncles, please take a look. This is what is recorded in this ancient book."
Xuanyuan Tianjing, my nephew got two of them by chance."
"Oh!" Yue Gou and Yue Gou both reached out and took out a heaven crystal and put it in their palms to look at it. This thing was indeed extraordinary and beautiful, but after all, it was just a legendary object.
There were more than a hundred times more strange objects than this one, but in comparison, two sky crystals did not make them feel any emotion.
"Uncle Yue, put the heaven crystal in your hand close to the inner elixir of the Dantian, concentrate your mind and try to exercise the Inch Nail Strength! You will understand why I want to fight with that martial soul worshiper."
Yang Fan's words sounded like an enlightenment in the minds of the two masters. As if they had some kind of tacit understanding, the two people put the heaven crystal on their palms close to the Dantian, closed their eyes and concentrated on each other's strength.
About half an hour later, Uncle Gou opened his eyes and said with a smile: "It is indeed a good thing. I feel that the inner energy in the dantian can pass through the sky crystal, and it seems to have become a little purer..."
"Ah! How could this happen? Why? I feel like the bottleneck that has not been touched for ten years seems to be loosened... Could it be this Tian Jing?" Master Yue opened his eyes and jumped up, holding the Tian Jing in his hands like crazy.