Girls who grow up in the wilderness are very naive. When they encounter something that makes them happy, they will definitely put happiness on their faces, shouting and smiling, wishing that everyone would know their happiness.
Tang Xiaotang was very happy to be accepted as a disciple by Mr. Twelve of the academy, who he saw was very powerful. A charming smile kept appearing on his face. From time to time, he would point to the cliffs on both sides of the mountain road enthusiastically and talk about what he had experienced as a child. Even
The snow under my feet, which had not changed in more than ten years, couldn't help but feel pleasing to the eye.
Because she is charming and naive, because she has no pretense, and because of Ye Chao's previous evaluation of the Demon Sect in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, Ning Que and others quickly accepted her. Even Ye Chao, who believed that the Demon Sect should not exist, quickly accepted her.
Everyone in Hongyu has to say that this girl is really lovable.
So the few of us walked along the snow-white mountain road for half a day without feeling bored.
As the sun hung high in the sky, several people came to a valley, where the fog was extremely thick. Even if the wind in the mountains was strong, it could not make it shallower.
At this time, the girl stopped, pointed to the valley and said, "Master, when we get out of there, we will reach the north shore of Daming Lake."
Ye Chao nodded, not feeling the joy of leaving the depths of the Tianqi Mountains, which were only white with snow, but looked at the depths of the thick mist with some amusement.
"Let's go."
He finished speaking in a very calm tone and walked towards the exit of the valley first. Several people felt that he was a little abnormal, but they followed him without pondering the joy of leaving the Tianqi Mountain Range.
The cold mist condensed between the valleys, making the place even colder, and the range of vision could only extend forward to less than a foot away.
Ning Que, who walked into the valley, couldn't help but think to himself, if someone lurked behind the rocks in the mist, listened to the footsteps of his group, and then made a sneak attack, they wouldn't even have a chance to react.
Just when he thought of this, the mist in the valley suddenly surged, and then he saw a big fist coming from a distance, bigger than the bowl he used to eat noodles in Laobi Zhai.
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The fog was so thick that even the biting cold wind in the wilderness could not shake it. But because of that fist, the fog that had been filled for countless years and had never dissipated was torn into tiny particles.
In just a moment, it arrived in front of Ye Chao, and the ensuing fist wind was like the cold wind in the valley that suddenly became dozens of times stronger, rustling everyone's clothes and hair.
Solid rock cracked beneath it, and snow-laden cedar fell into crumbs.
The owner of the fist knows that his target is Mr. Twelve of the academy, and he also knows that after this punch, he will offend the most terrifying force in the world, but he still does it, because once he possesses the wooden box, he will never have to do anything like this again.
It is like a weed swaying in the wind in the world.
Mo Shanshan's expression became uneasy. She felt the terrifying power and indomitable momentum contained in that punch. She knew that even the magic talisman condensed by her master might not be able to stop it at all, but Ye Wushae was entering the Daming Lake.
I was seriously injured again before.
Thinking of this, she no longer hesitated and instantly used half of the talisman she had learned from the block formation.
On the other hand, Ye Hongyu recognized the identity of the person as soon as the fist appeared. Because she knew how terrifying the person was, she pulled out her sword one step earlier than Mo Shanshan.
In the mist, a big black umbrella bloomed like a black lotus.
The only people who were not nervous in the field were Dahei beside Ye Hongyu and the little sparrow keeping warm in Ye Chao's clothes. They knew how strong Ye Chao was. Even the middle-aged man who punched in the fog was very strong, but they didn't think that
Ye Chao couldn't stop it.
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Looking at the fist that appeared in front of him, Ye Chao calmly threw the wooden box in his hand to the ground, then stretched out his right hand to grab it.
The fierce wind stopped, and the mist that filled the sky continued to surge and return.
The fist that seemed to be capable of destroying mountains and rivers stopped, just because a hand that was whiter than a woman was holding it.
The middle-aged man raised his thick eyebrows and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.
This punch was one that he had prepared for a long time. It was the punch that brought him back to the mountain gate after decades. It was the punch that he decided to destroy everything that bound his existence. Likewise, it was also the most powerful punch he had ever made since he started practicing.
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Tang, who only knew how to play with knives, couldn't catch this punch. The Taoist who just met and was carrying a wooden sword couldn't catch it. However, it was caught by the injured Academy Twelve.
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The speed of punching was extremely fast, and Ye Chao was also quick to receive the punch. Even before the wooden box fell to the ground, the mist that surged back was still staying in place.
Ye Chao pulled his fist back on his shoulder, twisted his body, and grabbed the man's arm with his left hand. The muscles in his back bulged in an instant, and a huge force suddenly emerged.
Almost at the same time, there was a small muffled sound and the sound of the wooden box falling to the ground, and a huge human-shaped hole instantly appeared on the hard stone road.
Then, the air wave generated by the middle-aged man's rapid landing destroyed the wooden box, and white-gray dust and light mist were intertwined in the sky.
The middle-aged man did not put up a fight, because the fall had already shattered his meridians and organs, and his proud body was unable to move at this moment.
Looking at the rising gray dust, he smiled mockingly to himself, and thick blood mixed with internal organ fragments kept pouring out of his mouth.
"A person who grew up in the Demon Sect would be stupid enough to believe the dream talk of the director of Tianyu Academy, and destroy everything he manages just because of the sleep talk. It's really stupid."
The middle-aged man stood up from the pit tremblingly, looked at Ye Chao who was rubbing his wrist and said: "But Prince Jin is here, and so is Ye Su. I even saw traces of Mr. Da, don't you guys too?"
Did you believe that person’s sleep talk?”
Ye Chaodao: "Of course Ye Su came because he was stupid. I came because of the owner of this ball of ashes, and senior brother came because he didn't expect me to come."
The middle-aged man didn't say anything else. He wiped off the blood on his face, stood up shakily and put the fly ash scattered on the ground back into the wooden box. Then he picked up the wooden box and looked at Ye Chao and said
: "Thank you, Mr. Twelve, for not killing me."
Ye Chao shook his head and said: "You don't need to thank me for this favor. I won't kill you for other reasons. Also, you don't need to take up the post of General Zhenbei."
The middle-aged man's face paled. He knew that if he resigned as General Zhenbei, it would mean that he would face many people who wanted to kill him.
But feeling the killing intent coming from that person, he began to struggle and remain silent. After a long time, he looked up at Ye Chao and said, "Okay, it's just that the handover of military affairs is a very troublesome thing. I need time."