"Senior brother, be careful!" Mo Hanyan saw Ouyang Wenhua holding the dagger and rushed directly towards Ling Zijie, shouting and reminding.

Ling Zijie's eyes lit up, he snapped back a few steps back, his arm shook and a few silver needles were pinched in his hands, since he got the super soldier training system, he hadn't used silver needles for a long time, and in his impression, he only used it once last time he fought with the Mo Hanyan sisters in the dense forest, and he never used it since.

This time when I came to Huaxia Military Academy and sorted out the equipment, I saw the silver needle that he put on hold, and I put it into the cuff without thinking much about it at the time, but I didn't expect it to be used now.

With a slight tremor of his fingers, three silver needles shot out towards Ouyang Wenhua in different directions and at different speeds, sealing the path he rushed over, and at the same time, Ling Zijie changed his position again, moved a few steps sideways, and shot out with a few silver needles again.

Ouyang Wenhua obviously didn't expect this guy to do this, and in a panic, he only used his dagger to block the two silver needles, and seeing that he couldn't block the third one, this guy suddenly fell to the ground and rolled out.

Bang Bang Bang! Three more silver needles followed the tumbling body and plunged into the concrete tiles on the ground.

However, he rolled faster than the silver needle, and just a few meters after he rolled a few meters away, a silver needle popped through his calf.

Ouyang Wenhua trembled suddenly, his calf lost sensation in an instant, Ling Zijie's flying needle skills came from Lao Wang, not only tricky, but also very focused on the timeliness of injury, such as flying needles to hit acupoints.

Now in the eyes of outsiders, Ouyang Wenhua's calf is just a small wound, which doesn't seem to have much impact on such a martial artist, but they don't know that there is an important acupoint in that position, and now it is pierced by flying needles, and Ouyang Wenhua's leg is temporarily sealed.

The previous hand-to-hand movements between the two were relatively small and did not attract the attention of the people around them, but now one quickly changed his position, and the other rolled on the ground.

Seeing that someone was coming around, Ling Zijie restrained the attack, pinched the silver needle on his fingertips, and looked coldly at Ouyang Wenhua who got up from the ground not far away.

Ouyang Wenhua looked very embarrassed now, his body was covered with a lot of dust, and although the wound on his calf did not bleed much, it also imprinted a few traces of blood on his gray trousers, the key was that now he couldn't use force on one leg, and his posture of getting up seemed very laborious.

He slowly got up from the ground with a gloomy face, stood on one leg, looked down at the leg he couldn't use force, and raised his eyes to look at Ling Zijie.

"Young man, how did you fall? Are you okay? You said that you young people can't walk as well as us old people, look at the dirt ...... all over your body" Ouyang Wenhua had just gotten up, and a kind old woman stepped forward to reach out to help him, helping him pat the dust on his body, muttering in his mouth, as if he was blaming his ignorant grandson.

"Get out!" Ouyang Wenhua shook off the old man's hand and almost lifted the old man to the ground.

"Ouyang Wenhua, where is the demeanor of the children of your family? How can you do that! Mo Hanyan took a few steps forward to support the old man, glaring at Ouyang Wenhua, but Ouyang Wenhua ignored Mo Hanyan, still staring at Ling Zijie not far away.

"The Tang family?" After a moment of silence, Ouyang Wenhua asked in a deep voice.

Ling Zijie was stunned, he didn't know much about those families, and now he knew that there were Mo family, Murong family, and Ouyang family, so he didn't understand Ouyang Wenhua's words too much.

"No need to disguise, who else will hit the acupoint with this silver needle except for the Tang family?" Ouyang Wenhua waited for Ling Zijie with a gloomy face: "It turns out that the Tang family can even think of this kind of bad trick for a few places, and today is really a lesson." ”

After speaking, Ouyang Wenhua turned around with both hands and limped away, leaving Ling Zijie pinching the silver needle with a confused expression.

Mo Hanyan comforted the old man a few words, sent the old man away, and returned to Ling Zijie's side.

"Senior brother, where did you learn the technique just now?" She looked at Ling Zijie with a puzzled expression, he knew that Ling Zijie was not a child of the family, but now he used the Tang family's unique stunt silver needle to hit the acupoint, which made her a little incomprehensible.

Ling Zijie raised his hand to look at the silver needle in his hand, and was silent, this silver needle skill was taught to him by Lao Wang, and he always thought that it was Lao Wang's housekeeping skills, how could it be related to the Tang family?

But now listening to Ouyang Wenhua and Mo Hanyan's tone, it seems that this stunt is the secret of the Tang family, if it is really like that, then where did Lao Wang learn it? He's just an anomaly, he has nothing to do with these families, or in a sense, they're even enemies, how the hell did he get this flying needle stunt?

Seeing that Ling Zijie didn't speak, Mo Hanyan was also smart and didn't continue to ask, every martial artist has his own secrets, and even he has some things that he doesn't want others to know, not to mention this senior brother who has always been very mysterious.

"Senior brother?" She gently called out to Ling Zijie, who was deep in thought.

Ling Zijie came back to his senses, retracted the silver needle in his hand into his sleeve with a flick of his fingers, and smiled slightly: "Okay, we should go back." ”

The sky gradually darkened, and in the grove on the campus, Ouyang Wenhua limped along, his face gloomy as if as long as a lightning bolt was struck, it could rain immediately, and within one day, he was continuously humiliated by the Mo family and the Tang family, which made him crazy.

"The Mo family, the Tang family." He pondered silently, his eyes flashing with inexplicable hideousness, "I swear, these families that have given me shame, I, Ouyang Wenhua, will definitely make you pay the price one day!" ”

Ouyang Wenhua raised his head and roared, and the scars on his eyebrows and feet were even more terrifying because of the hideousness on his face, like a centipede clinging to his face, opening his teeth and dancing his claws.

"Brother Wenhua, what happened when you are angry like this?" Deep in the dim woods, a slightly playful voice rang out.

"Who!" Ouyang Wenhua turned around suddenly, staring at the direction where the voice came from, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

He came out alone, it was impossible for anyone to notice him, and at this time, someone was following him, and his heart was already full of murderous intent.

In the darkness, a figure slowly walked out, with a smile on his face.

If Ling Zijie was in this place, he would definitely recognize that the person who came was the guy from the Murong family who had gone to the Tengger Desert with him on a mission, that is, the arrogant guy who almost got into trouble with Dongzi.

"Murong Feng, are you following me?" Ouyang Wenhua's eyes lit up, and the killing intent in his tone did not diminish at all, making people feel that the air around them was cold.

They had met in an operation before, and in that operation, the two also had some small frictions, although there was no hatred, but he appeared at this time, but he happened to touch Ouyang Wenhua's mold.

"Brother Wenhua, why be so angry? I also accidentally saw what happened just now, but only I know. ”

Murong Feng walked forward step by step, with a smile on his face all the time, as if he couldn't feel the cold in Ouyang Wenhua's language at all, the reason why he came to Ouyang Wenhua was completely accidental, after they came back from the Tengger Desert last time, the Murong family did not get the whereabouts of the old turtle beast pill after many investigations, and the target of suspicion naturally fell on Ling Zijie's head, just now he was about to follow Ling Zijie to find a clue, but he didn't expect to run into Ouyang Wenhua.

"That kid doesn't belong to the Tang family." Murong Feng came to Ouyang Wenhua's side, took out a box of cigarettes from his body, took out one and handed it to Ouyang Wenhua: "Come on?" ”

Ouyang Wenhua didn't speak, just looked at him coldly, Murong Feng didn't care, he took the cigarette into his mouth and lit it with a sip, and said, "Don't look at me like that, I've seen that kid before, a person from the Ability Group." ”

"Why are you stalking me, I ask?" Ouyang Wenhua looked at Murong Feng coldly, his gaze was still cold.

Murong Feng took a few steps forward with a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the surrounding trees and said slowly: "I didn't lie, I did accidentally see it just now." ”

"Do you think I'll believe you?" Ouyang Wenhua said coldly, he didn't believe Murong Feng's words at all, if he really just happened to bump into him, there was no need to follow him here.

Murong Feng turned around and looked at Ouyang Wenhua with an indifferent face in a daze, and only after a long time did he smile: "Sure enough, I can't fool Brother Wenhua." ”

"Actually, that's true." Murong Feng threw the cigarette in his mouth to his feet and stepped on it, "I was originally looking for trouble with that kid, but I didn't expect you to strike first, but to be honest, if I hadn't known that he was from the Ability Group before, I would have been deceived by his flying needle." ”

"You're bothering him? Why? After hearing Murong Feng's explanation, Ouyang Wenhua's killing intent was much more restrained, but his tone was still not very polite.

"Do you need a reason to find trouble? Isn't it for no reason that you are looking for that little girl from the Mo family? Murong Feng replied with a smile, "But now I think that kid is even more hated by you." ”

As he spoke, Murong Feng looked at Ouyang Wenhua's injured calf.

Following Murong Feng's gaze, Ouyang Wenhua glanced at his injured calf, although there was only a little blood on the hem of his trousers, it made him feel so dazzling, it seemed that he hated it more than the scars on his eyebrows and feet.

"What do you want to say?" Ouyang Wenhua asked.

"It's nothing, since I can't get used to that kid, I'll find trouble together in the future."

Ouyang Wenhua squinted his eyes and glanced at Murong Feng deeply, but Murong Feng was still smiling, and he couldn't see his true thoughts in his heart at all.

"No need, I'll take care of my own affairs." Ouyang Wenhua said coldly, turned around and left, he couldn't see through the reason why Murong Feng was looking for him to join forces, and he wouldn't agree to come down at will.

Murong Feng didn't seem to care, looking at Ouyang Wenhua in the woods, the smile on his face did not decrease, and after a long time, when Ouyang Wenhua's figure disappeared into the twilight, his face became a little gloomy.

"You'll come to me." He said coldly, took a cigarette from his body again, turned and walked to the other side, leaving the woods.