The two seem to be fists and feet, but in fact, Bing Qingcheng only punched Tie Niu three times, and all three punches hit one place with the same force, vertically hitting the ribs down the heart, which is the lobes of the lungs. The other fist shadows www.biquge.info Pen, Fun, and Pavilion seem fancy, but they are actually defense.

"It's over," Bing Qingcheng gasped, looking very tired and out of strength, his arms trembled slightly, and he forcibly said with a straight face: "The next one will come up." ”

She is pretending, Jiuye said in her heart. But apparently he wasn't the instructor of these would-be killers, and of course he wouldn't say anything, Bing Qingcheng looked panting, but the ups and downs of her lungs had always been even. She did feel some pain just now because of the reaction force of the fist and rib colliding, but she shook too much, and the frequency of that shaking was actually a blood-invigorating activity.

"It's me." Another girl walked out, the one who had been drawn the number one, but because of the Iron Bull coming back in line, she was actually the second challenger. She looked a little older, and although she was shaken inside, she was calm and steady.

"Please." Bing Qingcheng nodded politely. Then the girl fell off the stage.

"Next." Bing Qingcheng moved his wrist and said lukewarmly.

That gaze stared at her, although the coldness made people's backs tingle, but Bing Qingcheng didn't believe that guy was as cold as he looked. Minver Victoria was in this place, and he was watching me.

It seems to be shaking like a drunken action, and the footsteps are as sharp as a knife to insert the opponent's flaws, and the attack is crisp and neat. The adjustment method visible to the naked eye has gradually transformed from the shaking and trembling of the deliberate weakness at the beginning into a spike without a trace of tricks. For Bing Qingcheng, these children are too soft to be worth fighting at all.

The boring expression of forcibly enduring boring work is really like the way I used to face work. Mingfu thought as a sharp pain crept through his brain as if it were sterilized.

The shrill cry of the maiden, the wail of the woman; The smell of blood was disgusting, the sharp pain of tearing through the internal organs, the smell of iron burning red, and the sound of cracking flesh and skin were still fresh in my memory.

I must be a person who has been abandoned by the heavens, and the memories before I have not traveled are too far away, distant like a past life washed with Meng Po soup, and only painful memories are forever new. After passing through this life, the first half of his life was so hard, less than twenty years, from a powerless orphan to climb up step by step, I don't know how many curses I have endured, how many sharp death swords I have stepped on, and I have grown into the darkness of the Silver Moon Continent, the head of the Victorian family. Memories of the past are like taboos. He had forced himself to forget the past, along with his former self.

I'm Minfher, Minver Victoria. What I have is the glory of the present and the future, and I have come out of the mire of the past and are planning for my future. This girl named Bing Qingcheng has wonderful skills, and it is a kind of luck that she did not kill. Looking at her performance, it will definitely surprise me.

"Naiath, I don't think I called your name wrong." Bing Qingcheng bowed slightly, "Come on, you're the last." ”

It's so annoying, Ice Blue Orange is so annoying, the girl named Nayas bites a bite of fine silver teeth. She hated the expression on Bing Qingcheng's face, the same indifference, that person had never had emotional fluctuations, the pride was hidden in the bones, where was the straight neck, the small chin was tight.

It's not so much indifferent and calm, but indifferent and unsightly. Nayas jumped on the stage with a light leap.

The two balls of water condensed in Bing Qingcheng's hands, Nayas lowered her body, the smooth muscles on her slender legs tensed and forced, and she jumped out like an arrow and rushed towards Bing Qingcheng.

She had already discovered that Bing Qingcheng's starting style was very routine, either condensing a water balloon, or hitting the ribs or the base of the neck quickly and accurately from the side. After repeating it so many times, she had already seen the loophole in Ice Orange's move and had a way to break it.

Bing Qingcheng gasped slightly, this time she was really a little tired. Her wounds had just healed, and the sword wound to her lung had left only a shallow scar. Bing Qingcheng knew that the scar would disappear after a while, she was a super resilient physique, and if it could be digitized, her huge vitality that exceeded that of a normal person by two or three times was simply amazing.

"Ahh Nayas let out a scream, just as her fist was about to hit Ice Orange by a centimeter. She opened her mouth wide, and the sudden impact on her stomach pressed on her stomach, causing a spasm of internal organs, her whole body lost strength, and the feeling of soreness and nausea came up in bursts, and Nayas covered her mouth and collapsed to the ground.

"Are you alright?" Bing Qingcheng lowered her head and asked Naias, she suddenly raised her head again and looked at the Nine Nights Youdao on the side, "I won, can you let me go to see him?" ”

Of course you can, Mingfu waved his hand and asked someone to call Bing Qingcheng up.

"How old are you this year?"

Ice Orange walked up the quaint steps, the leader only pointing her up, her footsteps echoing over the silent tower until someone spoke.

It's still a cold voice, and I don't even want to bring the subject, a sense of contempt for the above, and contempt for everything in the world.

"I'm thirteen years old, Mr. Minver." Bing Qingcheng replied.

Booming gunshots rang out, with a heavy smell of gunpowder and smoking barrels. Bing Qingcheng stood still, bullets slicing across her body and hitting the wall behind her.

Minfer stood ten meters in front of her and fired, which was very close, but he didn't hit a single shot, and was affected by a force, and the bullet was miraculously crooked.

He walked over, his steps steady and powerful, the slightly burning barrel pressed against the icy orange forehead. They looked each other in the eyes, a little nervous and a little nervous.

Then Minfer pulled the trigger, and there was still one last bullet in the chamber.

The bullet jammed, or the pistol couldn't fire. Bing Qingcheng raised back slightly, as if he couldn't stand the heat.

But she didn't smile, didn't have a trace of relaxed and happy feeling, but looked at Mingfu more solemnly.

Bing Qingcheng stretched out his hand and stroked Shang Mingfu's fingers, his hand was so big that she couldn't hold it now, she just pressed it down.

Mingfu lowered the muzzle of the gun, and weakly lowered the muzzle of the gun, pointing the muzzle of the gun to the ground. It was his free will, and Bing Qingcheng did not force his strength.