After practicing for a while, Ning Que looked at his hands and feet with satisfaction, and couldn't put it down, but his internal organs were like fire, and the pain came to him, and he stroked his chest with one hand. Holding back the pain, sullen, and forcibly playing a trick, he sweated profusely, sat upright on one side, and took a few deep breaths before suppressing the discomfort.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, Ning Que didn't waste time, the realm improved too fast, and his physical fitness couldn't keep up, as long as he was alone, he kept absorbing and devouring spiritual energy to wash and refine his body, extracting impurities in his body, and even the meridians became tough and spacious silently.

Xiong Genglong smiled evilly, looked at the white pillar in his hand like a rectangular table leg, and kept stroking it with his fat hand.

"Hehe, Brother Ning, how is it?

"Well, that's good". Ning Que raised his left arm, stretched it straight, looked at it more, and then twisted his legs, rubbed his hands, and shrugged, "Let's go! ”

Xiong Meng looked at the two of them full of energy, smiling, eager to try, nodded, grabbed the shoulders of the two with both hands, a gust of wind blew, Ning Que looked at the flickering shadows of the trees around, fell and flew, a few times in a row, Ning Que looked at the fleeting forest, and had to marvel that these masters had unpredictable abilities.

Xiong Genglong trembled, his mouth was hula, his skin and flesh were shaking in the wind, his body turned, his hands hugged Xiong Meng's somewhat thin waist, his eyes were closed and opened, and his fleshy face was already close to Xiong Meng's chest and abdomen, like an octopus and did not let go.

.........

Ning Que looked at the open field in front of him, there were twenty or thirty figures, it seemed that he had been waiting for a long time, as soon as the three of them landed, Xiong Genglong looked a little unbearable, he raised his waist-like like toilet in a trembling manner, looked at the people on the opposite side and chatted hotly, looking at this side, his eyes were cold and hostile.

Ning Que swept over those young people, swept a few times, and found that only a few of them had a strong aura, and the rest were just crooked melons and cracked dates, which were not worth mentioning.

Xiong Meng leaned over.

"Mr. Xiong, what's the fresh face you brought this time! Stains, won't it be some unsightly waste?" said an older man with a hooked nose.

"Brother Song, what kind of eyes do you have, can't you see that the young master next to you is the young master? Hehehe, the young master of the dragon is coming, there is a loss of welcome, there is a loss of welcome. Another old man with a slightly dark and fat face bowed slightly, stepped forward, and seemed polite, but Xiong Genglong could see that the voice was yin and yang, and when he heard it, he was very unhappy, and he wanted to lose his temper.

Ning Que took a step to the left, pressed the shoulder of Xiong Genglong, who was about to have a seizure, stopped in front of him, and sneered: "A group of rabble, still laughing so rampantly, it is really a villain. However, I just don't know if the fists are also so tough. ”

"Hmph, Zhuzi, dare to do this?" One person burst out with a magnificent momentum, sweeping the sky and the earth, approaching Ning Que, like a giant beast eating ants.

The bear snorted coldly, the air exploded directly, the man snorted, took dozens of steps back, kicked out deep pits under his feet, and finally banged, half of his legs fell into the ground, and then he paused his backward figure.

Ning Que's clothes moved without wind, looking at the old man with a gloomy face, his face was half red, he slowly exhaled, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said lightly: "Let's start quickly! Don't waste time." ”

The young men on the other side looked at Ning Que's nostrils facing the sky, their eyes were empty, and they didn't pay attention to them at all, like that, isn't that exactly what they usually look like when they are outside? Feeling deeply humiliated, annoyed and angry, they all jumped forward and lined up.

"Boy, it's not a little daring".

"Waste, but also dare to be arrogant".

.........

Ning Que watched them completely lose their position, scolding, venting their anger, like a shrew scolding the street, showing an indifferent expression calmly, which made the teenagers jealous.

Xiong Meng looked irrational, gossip was like cold water splashing, he looked a little angry, and said coldly: "Okay, the ability is not on the face, the ability is not in the mouth, let's start competing!"

Ning Que frowned, it seems that the situation is really not optimistic, these forces that have been mixed in are actually standing on the same front, with a domineering face, and they are already incompatible with the Xiong family, and they don't know what Xiong Lianqing relied on to press on their heads, so that they would bow down and dare not make a mistake.

Xiong Genglong stiffened his neck, and the breath he was holding back had already wanted to be released, and he glared at those teenagers viciously.

Xiong Meng snorted expressionlessly: "Let's draw lots!"

Ning Que saw that the old man holding the lottery holder showed a hint of weirdness, and the eight teenagers on the opposite side were drawing lots one after another, and suddenly felt bad, and said with a smile: "They are all old, and they still play these small tricks that are not on the table, it won't be to leave a group of lots for the two of us to duel, right?"

The old man's expression froze, and he pretended to smile generously: "It's really a joke, in this way, why don't you choose one first, so as not to say that you kid thinks it's unfair when you get it." ”

Ning Que observed the words, and sure enough, he found that this matter was a little treacherous, the old man's face flashed with a trace of surprise, and the hand holding the stick holder would shake lightly every time he drew lots, and the bamboo stick in the stick holder shook, and the stick holder tilted slightly to the right, but the young man exchanged glances with him, if he was not tired, he would not believe it if he killed Ning Que.

Ning Que stepped forward, watched the old man's small movements, and shook the stick holder around, as if asking for a sign to worship the Buddha. Ning Que looked cold, grabbed the stick with one hand, and took two, three, and five in a row.

The old man's face changed completely, and he looked a little angry, and reprimanded: "Boy, why did you take two in a row? ”

Ning Que sneered: "My young master is very delicate, if he is allowed to come to get the lot, won't it lower his status? Okay, you can continue to draw!"

The rest of the teenagers were angry, and they were already very unhappy with the fat man who was pressed on their heads, and they even had to show their identities to embarrass them, and if they didn't poke their sharpness, they might be difficult to let go.

Xiong Meng watched them play tricks there, muttering, and didn't care much, but jumped onto the main platform, sat in the middle, crossed Erlang's legs, hugged his chest with both hands, sat down on the stool and stirred, occasionally took a sip of the prepared tea, and leisurely looked at the old man who was still chattering for a while.

"Alright, the first one".

"I throw in the towel".

"Second Scene".

"I throw in the towel. ”

Xiong Genglong looked at their ghost tricks, pulling people to make up the number, the soldiers were bloodless, saving physical strength, indignant, the volcano that was about to erupt was pressed by Ning Que on one side, and when he saw the young man standing up over there, he was a person who had been silent, Shenhua was restrained, a purple spear was across his shoulder, like a burden, standing in the center of the field.

Ning Que took the first step, stepped out, and a leap, about two feet away from the young man, owed a debt, the other party treated him politely, and said lightly: "In the lower Song Qiu Road." ”

Ning Que stretched his muscles and bones, clicking, this young man contained a spiritual aura, the instrument was lofty, the heavenly court was full, the forehead bone was slightly convex, and he put on a posture, his eyes were like stars.

Song Qiudao pressed with one hand, the purple spear was slanted into the ground, the purple light of the gun head was shining, and the surrounding flickered and violent energy, blowing the purple robe like a big banner hunting, and the breath flew out, the gun was like a dragon, the purple light was dazzling, one step out, the figure jumped out of more than a foot, looking down at Ning Que, holding the gun in one hand, like a long whip, turning twice in the air, the purple gun roared out, and the tip of the gun drew out the purple mang.

Ning Que's face was slightly condensed, his hands were rammed, a red flame rushed, and the afterimage under his feet was striking, striding towards the tip of the wall, and staying until the purple light was less than five inches away from his chest. Ning Que's left arm slid down, and then he violently lifted it up, and the red shadow that burst out of the left hook, like a long dragon roaring moon, and a simple straight punch with his right fist.

Song Qiudao was not afraid, his right arm and abdominal ribs clamped the body of the purple spear, and he slashed it down as a big knife, not afraid of Ning Que's left hook at all. The other hand was actually bursting with purple electric sparks, and his left palm was pushed out, directly approaching Ning Que's right fist.

Two bangs.

Ning Que hit the purple spear with a left hook, thinking that the purple spear would be shot down, but he never thought that the purple spear was as soft as cotton, and the purple spear was bent at ninety degrees, and then there was a great elastic force, and the purple mangs fell.

Ning Que took advantage of the bullet strength, took three or four steps back, and had palpitations, the purple spear was so elastic, it was too terrifying, using the force, the more fierce his moves, the more fierce the rebound force, if it wasn't for the fast withdrawal, I am afraid that the tip of the spear that suddenly sent forward three inches had already picked up the blood on his left arm, and there were bursts of paralysis in his right fist, and the thunderbolt crackling sound gradually faded away, rubbing it, just a little temptation, I knew that this person was a strong enemy.

Wisps of black smoke came out of Song Qiudao's left palm, and his left hand shook and twitched, although it was well hidden, slightly hidden behind his waist, but Ning Que's clearly visible wrist twisted.