A arrogant young man who works hard to strengthen the country. Looking at Chunsheng's appearance, Ji Ming Hanfeng didn't have the slightest sense of ridicule in his heart. He felt that this young man was good and Bai Ling had good vision. Naturally, if, if this young man could grow up, At the age of twenty-five or six, nearly thirty, I am afraid that he will be a rare general in Daye.
But, it’s all if in the end.
The man in black cloak slowly walked out from nowhere. Hanfeng did not look at him, nor was he grateful. Instead, he complained a little: "Didn't you leave? What are you doing here?"
The man in black cloak was used to the sarcastic words of the cold wind, so he was not angry and replied: "Come back and attack you."
Hearing the words of the man in black cloak, Jingming Hanfeng was a little puzzled and looked at the man in black cloak with confusion on his face.
The tone of the man in black cloak did not change, he was still neither sad nor happy, and said: "Lizard hunter Wu Ziqian, the flower goods of robbery are not disaster silver."
Hearing this, Ji Mingfeng couldn't help but widen his eyes, astonished. Wu Ziqian, the hunting lizard, robbed the calamity silver, which was a reward order issued by the inner government, and now this guy actually said that Wu Ziqian didn't have the calamity silver.
Knowing that the cold wind would be confused and surprised, the man in black cloak chuckled, and then said: "But you didn't kill him unjustly. Although what he robbed was not silver, it was a caravan of stones. These stones were produced in Thousand Stone City.”
"Is it a mine?"
The man in black cloak nodded and smiled again. This time the laughter was a little playful, as if he was waiting for a good show to unfold.
Seeing the two people talking to each other, Chunsheng couldn't help but frown. He loosened and clenched the fingers of his hands again, clenching his fists. Without any further explanation, he moved his body again and punched the man in black cloak. .The man in the black cloak was so skilled, his figure moved and disappeared from Chunsheng's eyes. Chunsheng's punch missed, he raised his head and did a roundhouse kick, and as expected, the kick did not miss.
Although he didn't miss, he didn't hurt the man in the black cloak. The man in the black cloak and Chun Sheng went foot to foot. In terms of strength, Chun Sheng lost by three points.
His strength was inferior to that of others, and Chun Sheng could not help but be kicked away. With this strength, Chun Sheng flew back two or three feet, and then landed firmly on the ground with a backflip. The man in the black cloak stood straight in his place. Looking at it, there was no wind or rain. .As for Chunsheng, his right foot was a little numb. It was obvious that the force of the kick from the man in black cloak was really terrifying.
Chun Sheng exerted force on his right foot, and at the same time, Qi Source continuously poured out warm currents to soothe the meridians of his right leg and foot. However, the kick from the man in the black cloak was really powerful, and Chun Sheng could only soothe him slightly, but could not completely dissipate the pain and numbness.
The man in the black cloak walked towards Chun Sheng slowly. Chun Sheng could not help but frown again and clenched his fists tighter. The creed of the man in the black cloak was to eradicate the weeds and never miss the wrong ones. Since Chun Sheng was against the deadly cold wind If there is a certain threat, it would be best to kill him today to avoid future troubles.
The man in the black cloak once again fired several ghost-headed darts to deal with hidden weapons. As long as his eyes were sharp and his hands were quick, Chun Sheng would only think that these things were children's toys. At this time, he did not catch them, but directly hit Huidong with his iron fist, knocking these ghosts out. head
The dart was knocked down. Seeing Chun Sheng's appearance, the man in black cloak couldn't help but find it interesting. There was another "rust" sound, and he shot more than a dozen ghost-headed darts.
But no matter how he increases his speed and strength, Chunsheng will eventually knock down his ghost-headed dart, or even catch him and crush it to pieces. The man in the black cloak is not surprised by Chunsheng's hand speed and eyesight. To his surprise, his own ghost-headed dart could not penetrate or hurt Chunsheng's iron hand.
Since concealed weapons are useless, just use fists and kicks. The man in black cloak walked as fast as a flying arrow, and started with a flying knee. This knee attack was so fierce that Chun Sheng could see it clearly, but he was unable to resist. The iron fist was swung out and hit directly.
On the knee of the man in the black cloak. If the knee was normal, the bones would have been smashed directly, but this man in the black cloak obviously had amazing protective armor on his knee.
The fists and knees struck each other, making a loud sound like iron being struck. Then, Chunsheng's body couldn't help but take a few steps back again. This time, his right arm was also a little numb, but his fists were loosened and clenched again. He looked,
It seemed like nothing was wrong.
The man in the black cloak had no intention of leaving Chun Sheng any room to resist, and kicked him one after another. His kicks were windy and whirring. Compared with Fist Storm Pear Blossom, the kicks of the man in the black cloak were,
Falling like a meteor.
After all, Chun Sheng was still young. In terms of cultivation and experience, he was inferior to others. The man in the black cloak kicked Chun Sheng one after another. Every kick was extremely painful, as if he had been directly hit by a siege truck.
.A few times, Chun Sheng couldn't even stand up.
Life and death are determined. If a person wants to die, drinking water can kill him. But before the death is over, the machete will break by itself. The man in the black cloak flew and attacked with his knees again, but his body was still in the air. The man in the black cloak also
Okay, whether it's the cold wind that's killing you, your eyelids will move involuntarily and your heart will scream, it's not good.
A figure rushed over like a wild bull, and hit the man in black cloak with an iron rock, knocking this guy who was so impressive before directly flying away.
The man in the black cloak adjusted his body when he was hit, taking away a lot of the force of the impact from the bull. But even though a lot of the force was removed, the strength displayed by this bull-like guy's iron mountain shot was still astonishing.
It was terrifying. The man in black cloak was knocked nearly five feet away. When he landed, his right arm, which was mainly hit by the impact, was still shaking slightly.
The man in black cloak stared at the sudden appearance of a bull-like figure from the cold wind, with ferocious eyes. This man was nearly a foot tall, with rough and dark skin, and was covered in flesh, with a protruding belly that looked like he would
His clothes were almost bursting. His head was too fleshy, and his face was so fleshy that his eyes were squeezed into slits.
This tall and fat man, who looked like a standing black-skinned wild boar, squinted and grinned at the man in the black cloak and said to the cold wind. When someone came, he opened his mouth, but when he left, he said to the man in the black cloak and the cold wind,
He asked Chunsheng with concern: "Chunsheng, are you hurt?"
"Brother Hai Long, this guy is amazing. He moves like a ghost, and his strength is amazing."
Hearing a few simple words from Chunsheng, he was called
Brother Hai Long's big black fat man couldn't help but open his eyes slightly, but his eyes were so big, even if he opened them hard, it would make people think that his eyes were squinted.
When Ji Ming Han Feng saw that the man in black cloak had suffered a loss, he also asked: "Is it a hindrance?"
The man in the black cloak would not worry about the killing cold wind and shook his head. However, no matter how hard he urged his energy to flow for hundreds of years, his right arm still had no feeling. If he had not used his energy to relieve his energy just now, it would have been because of this tall, dark, fat man.
If it hit me directly, I wonder if one arm would be completely disabled.
"Don't just care about others!"
A voice came, and Han Feng couldn't help but frown, and then her body instinctively rolled back. After she left, a black shadow fell down where she was standing, and her fist hit the stone slab. There was a loud noise, and the stone slab on the ground was torn apart.
Smashed to pieces.
It looked like there was another fat, dark guy where the cold wind had been. The dust and smoke completely dissipated, and the man slowly stood up. His appearance was somewhat similar to the tall, dark, fat guy before, but this
The man is actually half a head taller than the tall, dark fat man before. He is also the same fat man, his skin is rough and dark, and his eyes are narrowed into slits and cannot be opened. If they are really different, other than being taller
, even this man has a beard all over his face, and his naked upper body is also covered with a thick layer of chest hair.
"Xiao Chunsheng, what do these two people say?"
When the fat black-haired man asked, Chun Sheng responded with an angry voice: "Brother Ba Tian, that pretty boy is the murderer of Wu Ziqian. That man in black cloak is very capable, be careful."
One is Hai Long and the other is Tyrant. The names of these two tall, dark and fat men are somewhat interesting.
Urging Hanfeng showed the dagger, held it in his hand, looked fiercely, and asked: "Who is coming!"
Upon hearing each other's question, the two tall, dark, fat men stood together, with their hands crossed and their chests crossed. From a distance, they really looked like a standing black blind man and a standing black wild boar.
"The horse is newly riding on the white jade saddle. After the battle, the moon is cold on the battlefield. The iron drums on the city wall are still beating, and the blood of the golden sword in the box is not dry!" The fat man with black hair finished the poem in a strong and resonant voice, and then continued, "Cold City
Pioneer Eighth Battalion, Qiu Batian!"
After Qiu Batian announced his identity, the tall, dark, fat man also said in a high-pitched voice: "Hancheng Pioneer Eighth Battalion, Qiu Hailong!"
"Qiu Batian!"
"Qiu Hailong!"
The surname of these two people was Qiu. Thinking of Hancheng's surname, the man in the black cloak couldn't help but find it interesting, and he also understood why these two tall, dark and fat men had such strength.
The cultivation of warriors in the world relies most on the Tanzhong Qiyuan. But there is such a family in Hancheng. This family practices and concentrates on physical training. In terms of the realm of martial arts, the realm of the current head of the Hu family is like
But two extremes.
The man in black cloak carefully looked at the pair of brothers named Qiu. As expected, the martial arts realm of these two brothers was only at the extremes. Sure enough, they were monsters that could only be cultivated by Qiu family.