When Wen Yiming turned around from the young man in white, he had already recognized that this person was Wen Yuanzheng, who almost lost his arms, and if Tang Xiaoxuan hadn't arrived in time, his life would have been in danger. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wen Yiming just glanced at each other and then looked away. Before you become strong, there is no substantive point in blindly being meaningless and tough.

After fighting with Hua Youkun, he deeply realized that the suppression of hierarchical cultivation was an insurmountable gap. The current Wen Yuanzheng can't compete even if he plays all his hole cards, which is an extremely realistic and helpless fact.

Wen Yuanzheng didn't turn around, but coldly glanced at Wen Yiming, who looked away, let out a disdainful snort, turned his head and stepped upstairs while leaking two words from the corners of his mouth.

"Mole ants!"

Wen Yiming's eyes remained unchanged, and his heart was as cold as ice.

Just because he can back down doesn't mean he can be insulted at will.

Anyone can let him tolerate it, but Mingyang Wangfu can't. Although he didn't have much contact with the people of Mingyang Palace's mansion after coming to this world, the memories he gained from being reborn in this body were deeply integrated into his soul. Especially his mother in this life gave him too much warmth and family affection that he had never enjoyed.

Wen Yiming heard Jiang Xian mention more than once that he was hunted down and fled after he was born. The initiator who caused their mother and son to be unbearable was Wen Yuanzheng's mother, the wife of King Mingyang.

Wen Yiming can retreat, he can ignore it, but if he wants him to be wronged and humiliated by the son of the enemy who put his mother and son to death, Wen Yiming can't do it.

"Ants are not as good as garbage!" Wen Yiming replied without showing weakness.

Wen Yuanzheng had already raised his legs and was about to go upstairs, but when he heard Wen Yiming's words, he turned around instantly, and the murderous intent in his eyes flashed. He didn't expect that Wen Yiming would still dare to ignore him after escaping death last time.

Wen Yuanzheng didn't say a word more, but kicked violently at Wen Yiming like an arrow off the string.

At the moment when Wen Yuanzheng kicked the ground, Wen Yiming caught the precursor of a slight movement on his shoulder, and his heart was instantly shocked.

He didn't expect Wen Yuanzheng to be so decisive, and he burst out without the slightest hesitation. It wasn't until this moment that Wen Yiming completely faced up to the chief of this lonely city. This kind of scheming and decisive opponent is the real opponent.

Wen Yiming was just about to take eight steps to drive the cicada to retreat, when he saw a thick old book suddenly smashed on Wen Yuanzheng's chest, with a "bang" sound, Wen Yuanzheng's two-meter figure just shot out came to an abrupt end, and the next picture was that Wen Yuanzheng covered his chest with one hand with a painful face and retreated three steps in a row, only then did he stop his figure, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and then looked at the rosacea old man in the stone platform in shock.

Wen Yiming was also shocked, and when he saw the unsightly rosacea old man with empty hands and an angry face, he realized that it was this old man who smashed Wen Yuanzheng back with the power of a book.

Looking at Wen Yuanzheng's slightly violently undulating chest and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, you can see that this unlucky guy is not lightly injured, and the rosacea-nosed old man is as indifferent as swatting flies no matter how he looks at it, except for some anger.

"If you want to fight at the foot of Mengshan Mountain, the two ants will disturb Lao Tzu to read and Lao Tzu will pinch you to death!" The old man with rosacea sat in the stone platform and didn't bother to move, glanced at Wen Yuanzheng, and said angrily: "Don't you bring the book to Lao Tzu?"

Wen Yuanzheng found that there was a fear in his heart, he was really afraid, this kind of existence was not something he could compete with at all.

Leaned over and picked up the book on the ground, then put his hands into the hands of the old man with rosacea, bowed his body slightly, didn't even look at Wen Yiming, and left the Scripture Pavilion.

The rosacea-nosed old man opened the book with a hum, glanced at Wen Yiming who was standing by the stone platform, and said unhappily: "You still don't get out?"

Wen Yiming was not angry, he understood that these old men with superb cultivation were temperamental, and they did things and spoke according to their own preferences. Below their level, people are too lazy to look at you.

Wen Yiming took out two classics and put them on the stone platform, nodded and smiled at the rosacea-nosed old man, and said, "Senior, I'll return the classics!

The middle-aged man with a rosacea nose put down the book slightly, revealing his dark lips, rolled his eyes and glanced at Wen Yiming, and said impatiently: "Put it down!"

After Wen Yiming saw the attitude of this rosacea, he coughed lightly and said again: "Senior, I still need to go to the Treasure Pavilion to receive the reward." ”

The rosacea-nosed old man closed the book this time, looked at Wen Yiming with a pair of triangular eyes with some interest, and said after a while: "Go by yourself, there is my apprentice Zhang Cheng, I have chosen to register here." ”

After that, he ignored Wen Yiming and continued to read the book with great interest.

Wen Yiming nodded and left the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and directly entered the Stone Tower Hall of the Hidden Treasure Pavilion.

The layout of the Treasure Pavilion is the same as that of the Treasure Pavilion, and there is a young man of twenty-six or seven sitting on the side of the stone platform, who is also holding a thick book and reading it with relish. Wen Yiming estimated that this was Zhang Cheng, the apprentice of the old man with a rosacea. So he hugged his fists and said, "Senior Brother Zhangcheng?"

The young man's hand holding the book lowered slightly, revealing a cold and indifferent face, frowned and looked at Wen Yiming, and said, "Something?"

Wen Yiming saw that the young man did not deny it, so he briefly explained the reason.

Zhang Cheng asked, "Are you the champion of this year, what kind of blade do you major?"

Wen Yiming nodded and said, "Gun!"

"The guns are in the last row of weapon racks on the first floor. After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, he continued to gnaw on the book.

Wen Yiming thanked him and entered the door of the first floor, thinking that these two masters and apprentices were also suitable, and they were both good readers.

On the first floor, Wen Yiming took a look at the various weapons, and then went directly to the last row.

A row of spearmen of different lengths on the weapon rack slightly exuded a cold air of soldier iron, and when they let go, there were about a hundred or ten handles.

Wen Yiming paced carefully from one end of the weapon rack to observe and appreciate, and occasionally stopped and took it out to try when he felt good.

Wen Yiming was not very satisfied with most of the guns, not that the quality of the guns was not good, but that they did not meet the standards in his mind. And the material of these guns was the most surprising to Wen Yiming, sixty percent of the materials used in the guns he had used had never been seen before. But he knew that these unknown materials were all beyond the reach of the smelting technology of the previous life.

Wen Yiming was very surprised, in such an era of ancient martial arts and cold weapons, there would be such a high-end smelting technology.

Wen Yiming wanted to choose a big gun, but the entire weapon rack walked almost two-thirds and didn't find anything he liked. It's not bad to have a seven-foot spear, but the only fly in the ointment is that it's too light and doesn't weigh much.

Wen Yiming went in for half an hour, and Zhang Cheng, who was sitting outside reading a book, was obsessed with a book, and he had already forgotten about it.

On the contrary, the rosacea old man remembered this and ran over with some "find out" mood and worry. As soon as he entered the door of the main hall, he shouted: "What about that kid? Why did he run away without registering?

Zhang Cheng was startled by the abrupt yelling of the rosacea old man, and he couldn't get back to his senses for a long time.

"Deaf? It can't be that you haven't noticed that people are gone? What's the use of raising you?" Seeing that Zhang Cheng was holding the book silently, the old man roared angrily, and walked to the first floor.

"Master...... I ......" Zhang Cheng trembled and wanted to explain, he didn't understand why this fiery master loved to get angry at every turn, and the mantra was simply not too hurtful to his self-esteem.

"Stay out of here!" roared the rosacea-nosed old man, striding into the door of the first floor, and without thinking about it, walking towards the last row.

"Listen to Feng Shun's old guy say that this kid has comprehended the gun intent of "who else should I be", hum! Dare to steal the gun of Lao Tzu's Treasure Pavilion, you have to waste this rabbit cub, what is the use of raising you for bad conduct!" The rosacea-nosed old man came to the last row in pieces.

Just as he was about to check what blades were missing, he saw Wen Yiming standing in the corner on the edge, looking at a big black gun suspiciously, and the old man with a rosacea suddenly felt a tense heart.

When he saw the rosacea old man appear, Wen Yiming was surprised, and just as he wanted to speak, he was shocked back by the old man's muffled roar.

"Did you choose well? If you choose well, you will get out, and if you don't choose well, you will get out! Stay in it for one more second, Lao Tzu will pinch you to death!"

Wen Yiming was stunned for a moment, seeing that this old man with a high cultivation level stared at a pair of triangular eyes, his eyes flickered, Wen Yiming rolled his eyes, grabbed the big black gun, and disappeared in front of the rosacea old man.

It took half a minute for the rosacea old man to come back to his senses, and with a roar shook the dust from the weapon rack.

"Lao Tzu's gloom!"

After a while, the old man shrugged his nose and said to himself angrily: "I didn't scare this kid, your uncle! ”

Then he kicked on the weapon rack next to him, and said sadly: "Woo...... Lao Tzu's gloomy ......"

Saying that, Wen Yiming dragged the black guy in his hand, ran out of the hall in one breath, and shouted at the stunned Zhang Cheng: "Senior Brother Zhang Cheng, seniors let me go, I'll get out first! Let's talk when it's empty! goodbyebye!"

In other words, the wind is tight, and it is nonsense!

Zhang Cheng patted his head with a book, and was at a loss for what to do.

What is the situation? Do I know you well?

Seeing Wen Yiming fleeing in the wilderness, he couldn't help but shiver, and couldn't help but say, "Master is mighty!"

I didn't think that as soon as Zhang Cheng's words fell, he heard a roar like a bull losing a cow on the first floor of the main hall, and before he could react, he found that his master was standing in front of him, a pair of triangular eyes full of grief and indignation, and the hot air in his nostrils was like a bull snorting.

Zhang Cheng only felt that his hairs stood on end, and he shouted weakly: "Master......"

"Did that kid say anything when he left?"

"Ahh

"That's all, what's the use of raising you!"

"Uh...... He also said that he was free to talk to me!"

"Huh, you know?"

"I don't know!"

"Then why are I talking to you?"

"I don't know?"

"I don't know, what's the use of raising you!"

"I ...... Oh, he said goodbye to Goode at the end!"

"What do you mean, Goode bye?"

"This ...... I don't know!"

"I don't know, what's the use of raising you!"

“……”

"What's the use of raising you!"

“……”

The rosacea old man brushed his sleeves away......

In the distance, "What's the use of raising you!"

Zhang Cheng was prostrate on the stone platform, tears soaring, and he was sad and angry to himself.

"Goode bye-bye, I'll go ~ you ~ big ~ master!"