When sending Han Xiaowei home at night, Han Qingfeng really "hated to see each other late", a pair of eyes were the same as searchlights, and he couldn't wait to shine two holes in Wang Zhiming's body. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In contrast, Wang Zhiming's mood is much more complicated.

A girl's heart, who can guess a girl's heart?

The so-called little favor is definitely comparable to the seven cross-century mathematical problems. But mathematical problems can be fought for by generations of mathematicians, but this little favor has to be guarded and pondered by Wang Zhiming alone.

The world always has a lot of demands on boys. It is not easy to be a boy who is both brave and tolerant, and who knows how many storms and trials there are in the unknown world.

Wang Zhiming rode a bicycle around the city, lonely and listening to the wind, a little melancholy.

The summer night was breezy, and it was originally a crescent moon on the causeway, but after a while, clouds rose and rain began to drift.

Let's go home.

"Squeak--"

Suddenly, a bicycle stopped in front, and a tall and slender man sat on the car, with purple clothes and black pants, black and neat hair, delicate facial features, and cold eyebrows like blades.

Han Qingfeng.

The comers are not good.

Why did his hostility come so inexplicably? Wang Zhiming secretly had a headache.

The night was vast, and the stars and moon were swept away at the end of the day, and only the rain was heard.

"I want to talk to you."

Han Qingfeng's words were a little bland, which was beyond Wang Zhiming's expectations, and in his opinion, it was clear that he didn't say a word to start fighting, which was in line with the cool expression of this "eldest brother".

"Hmm." Wang Zhiming suggested: "Let's go find a café." ”

"Isn't it good on this rainy night? Practicing martial arts is obsessed, and talking about how to do it while fighting. Han Qingfeng's expression seemed to be a little melancholy, but it was difficult to see what he was thinking, maybe his heart was even more complicated than Wang Zhiming.

Wang Zhiming secretly said Sure enough, missing love is always forever missed, but if you miss the fight, there will be a showdown again.

"Brother Qingfeng, please advise." Wang Zhiming has a good demeanor.

"The sword is unknown, how are the fists and feet?" "Yes."

The two of them set up their bikes and retreated.

Han Qingfeng set up his fist and took root under his feet, like a strong pine standing on a cliff, calm in the wind and rain.

Wang Zhiming clenched his hands into fists, his feet were separated, and his eyes were dark and bright, and he was blazing.

He spoke softly, like a jewel: "Fearless and daunting."

Standing like a green pine, moving like a breeze. Han Qingfeng was slender and had a big stride, a few strides, and a punch went straight to the door.

This punch seems to be undisciplined, but there is a surging qi machine dormant, raising hands and feet, resolute, extraordinary strength, and a natural atmosphere.

This sense of grandeur made Wang Zhiming almost out of breath.

Wang Zhiming leaned sideways and raised his palms to greet him. Although "Fearless Battle" is a great technique that specializes in hand-to-hand combat, Wang Zhiming has resistance to fists and feet after all, and his practice time is short, so he can't be mellow.

The two of them rose and fell, and fought again and again, and Wang Zhiming was beaten down.

Han Qingfeng shouted, his fist style was chic and ruthless, and inadvertently there was a golden brilliance circulating around his body, his shot was as fast as lightning, and the strength of his fist was heavier than a punch.

I only heard him say aloud, "Xiao Wei and I have no father since we were children, and our mother also left early, this black fist is what I prepared for those who dare to bully Xiao Wei." ”

"Bang!" This punch was extremely heavy, making Wang Zhiming secretly bared his teeth, Han Qingfeng's cultivation was not high, and he felt that he could not reach the realm of Dao Palace, but his body was like gold, his blood was deep, and his strength was amazing.

Wang Zhiming took three steps back, and urged the "Fearless Battle" with all his might, and for a while, the divine body was crystal clear, with the brilliance of flowing glass, like a treasure armor in his body, and he struggled forward, and the secret technique in the fearless duel broke out, and the divine light of the fist palm was diffuse, and several lines were outlined, like a round of rising sun.

The next moment, the two of them intersected with their fists, the divine light exploded, and Han Qingfeng flew out upside down.

Wang Zhiming took a breath, his blood slowed down slightly, and he said, "I'm serious. ”

Han Qingfeng rolled over and got up from the place, and said hatefully: "Do you think I will believe you?" The next moment, his temperament changed greatly, his golden blood was boiling, peerless, and there was a kind of explosive qi all over his body, as if he was going to sweep through the Eight Desolations and fight the world angrily.

He jumped into the air, punched out the vastness, and the golden blood seemed to turn into an ocean, suppressed and descended, "Xiao Wei, she is innocent, you get away from me!" ”

Blood is like fire, and words are cold as ice.

The blood of the God King in Wang Zhiming's body boiled autonomously, like a raging divine fire, and the vision of the Pure Land of the God King bloomed silently, and there was a lot of light.

It was already night, and the cool breeze and cold rain extinguished the heat of midsummer, but it could not extinguish the two fierce heart fires. No one thinks about the point of such a battle, the important thing is, the battle!

The Pure Land of the God King, the Great Dao accompanies him, and all laws are not touched. Under the blessing, Wang Zhiming was like a god king surveying the sky, suppressing people with force, and under the suppression of vision, Han Qingfeng was defeated and retreated.

This is the divine power of the vision of heaven and earth, and it is a super powerful means for talented young people to attack beyond the level.

Han Qingfeng seems to have only refined the Wheel Sea Secret Realm, and with a single secret realm to reach the peak of the Dao Palace Secret Realm, with a strong physical body, he can almost overwhelm the four poles. But under the vision of heaven and earth, it is also extremely embarrassing.

Han Qingfeng roared angrily, and his fist fingers turned into a golden monument, which rang loudly, with the artistic conception of opening the world and opening the galaxy.

The purple lightning flew out of the secret realm, as small as a mustard seed hidden in Wang Zhiming's palm, with a wave of his hand, the purple sword tide was like a sea, prosperous and bright, the pure land of the god king, a piece of glass, and there were flowers and rain all over the sky.

"Boom!"

Han Qingfeng finally fell, unable to fight again, and after the continuous and depressed outbursts, he was extremely tired.

Wang Zhiming exhaled a long breath, although he did not hide his exhaustion, he raised his eyebrows and said slowly:

"I'll be her home."