Seeing Wang Luo's cultivation, Qing Ming secretly thought in his heart that he still had some foundation. However, he was not too surprised, after all, for the Wang family, even if Wang Luo did not have the talent for cultivation, as long as he opened the spiritual vein, it would not be a problem to want any resources, after all, the Wang family's power in Los Angeles was so big.

And Los Angeles is also a resource-rich capital.

Just when Qing Ming was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a voice from the other side:

"Boy, when I catch you, I'll give you a taste of hell."

Immediately afterward, a strong wind struck Qing Ming.

Qing Ming also turned around at this time, and in the face of Wang Luo's sudden attack, he did not hit it hard, but retreated behind him.

Wang Luo saw Qing Ming retreating, and guessed in his heart that he must be afraid of himself, after all, in his opinion, he couldn't see Qing Ming's cultivation, and his cultivation must be lower than himself. Thinking of this, the smile on his face became more insolent, and the offensive became more and more frequent.

But on the other hand, on the Qing Ming side, he just retreated, and did not meet the attack head-on, and in the face of Wang Luo's attack like a net, he broke through the encirclement without much effort.

After two or three failed attacks, Wang Luo suddenly felt a little impatient, originally guessing that he would not use all his strength, but he didn't expect the young man in front of him to be so difficult. He didn't want to spend any more time with Qing Ming, so he immediately released the spiritual power of his whole body, and the cultivation of the high-level warriors was all presented in front of everyone.

Feeling the pressure of Wang Luo Xiuwei, the faces of the onlookers around him couldn't see anywhere, and they didn't expect that the young master of the Wang family, Xiuwei, would be so powerful.

Usually for cultivators, open the spiritual vein at the age of fifteen, if there is a spiritual vein, you can cultivate, anyway, it is an ordinary person, even if you are interested in martial arts, you can only dance with a knife and a gun without a spiritual vein, and it is difficult to defeat a real martial artist.

At the age of fifteen, he only began to cultivate after opening the spiritual vein, of course, this is only the most basic, if you want to reach the level of a warrior, you have to spend time and cultivation talent. There is bound to be a long period of consolidation between the opening of the spiritual vein and the samurai, and this process varies from person to person, some people take a few years to get through this period, others take ten or even a hundred years.

And after reaching the samurai cultivation, it can be regarded as the beginning of the real cultivation, it can also be said to be the beginning of the difficult and difficult, boring and ups and downs of the cultivation road, since you have embarked on this road, you must be responsible for your own decisions, the strong are never smooth sailing, even if they are a genius, for geniuses, people only see their external aura, and do not notice the hardships behind them.

Wang Luo seems to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, that is to say, after he opened the spiritual vein at the age of fifteen, and successfully passed the solid foundation period to reach the samurai level, and each of the three stages of the samurai is a huge watershed, and he is not surprised at all by the solid foundation period. It's no wonder that everyone showed that surprised look after feeling Wang Luo's strength.

Wang Luo planned to finish off Qing Ming with one blow, but Qing Ming did not panic from beginning to end, neither fought with him, nor took the initiative to attack. No matter how Wang Luo moves, he can't touch Qing Ming, which makes the Wang family feel extremely resentful and embarrassed.

"Boy, where did your courage go just now, why are you just hiding like a mouse now!" Wang Luo's face gradually showed a hideous look.

"The people around can tell who is more like a mouse!" Qing Ming looked at Wang Luo, who was constantly attacking, and his banter was overflowing.

"Boy, just be proud!" Wang Luo's face was extremely distorted, "Then let you taste my power!"

"Shattered Palm"

Wang Luo no longer attacked Qing Ming, but stopped, the surrounding aura continued to rotate, and then formed two light clusters in the palm of his hand, and after seeing the direction of Qing Ming clearly, he quickly moved to his position, and hit Qing Ming directly with his backhand.

Qing Ming originally wanted to dodge, but when his body moved to the side, the light hit the position where he was standing, and it was extremely powerful, and the ability spread out, Qing Ming was almost hit by the aftermath of this energy, but fortunately, he reacted in time and blocked this aftermath with the Qing Ying Sword in his hand.

Qing Ming was secretly frightened in his heart, he didn't expect the other party to use such a martial art, although it was a yellow-level martial art, but it was also close to the standard of the Xuan rank. Martial arts are divided into heaven and earth Xuanhuang level according to the type, the heaven-level martial arts are enough to shake the heaven and the earth, and it is the dream skill of the martial artist who cultivates, and the heaven-level martial arts are very rare, often created by the very powerful existence between heaven and earth, when it is precisely in this way that it shows its preciousness, whenever there is a heaven-level martial art is born, the bloody wind and blood are unavoidable.

Qing Ming was also the first time he came into contact with such a thing as martial arts, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful, but it was a pity that he couldn't learn a little bit.

After Wang Luo saw the different expression on Qing Ming's face, he sneered: "Boy, if you're afraid, just follow me obediently, maybe I'll keep you a whole corpse!"

"That's a lot of nonsense!" Qing Ming's cold words instantly made Wang Luo's face as ugly as a pig's liver.

"Look for death!"

Wang Luo stopped talking, and directly launched the 'Shattered Sky Palm' to block Qing Ming, I have to say that Qing Ming really can't let go of his hands and feet under Wang Luo's martial arts, and as long as he is not careful, he will be hit.

Qing Ming just wanted to move to another place, but another palm came to him, and the strong strength shook Qing Ming away.

"Haha...... Boy, I told you a long time ago to tell you to be obedient, and if you don't take advantage of the opportunity, you can't blame me now!" Wang Luo raised his head and laughed, with a smug look in his eyes, and once again used the skills of an upper-rank warrior, intending to give Qing Ming the final blow.

Qing Ming looked at Wang Luo, who came madly, frowned, and did not dodge.

"Boy, if you don't dodge, have you given up, then I'll give you a good time!" After speaking, the palm of his hand had already come to Qing Ming.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, as if there was a thunderclap on the spot, and the dust was everywhere, and it was impossible to see the scene inside. Just when everyone felt sorry for Qing Ming, the scene in front of them made them completely stunned.

I saw Wang Luo, the young master of the Wang family, lying not far away covered in blood, and the young man in white, who was not favored by them, did not have a trace of scars.

"Wu ...... Martial Master!" Wang Luo's eyes were about to pop out, the moment he fought with the young man in front of him just now, he really felt a huge force coming out of the young man's body, and it was an overwhelming aura, this aura he was very familiar with, it was the aura of the martial artist he dreamed of.

Although he is only one foot away from entering the ranks of martial artists, he is not a real martial artist, and the high-level martial artist is a great consummation, even so, there is still a huge gap between him and the martial artist.

This gap cannot be bridged in a moment!