Volume 1 The Beginning of the Edge Chapter 108 Where is the Road?
Ning Que dispersed the exercises and flipped through the last extremely special exercise "Water Haze Gong", which was also an auxiliary exercise he chose after repeated contemplation, creating haze and creating geographical advantages.
With his current strength, he retains the attributes of wood and earth, as a hole card, and is also to hide his five elements. If this secret is leaked, I am afraid that it will break through the earth and cause a landslide and earth crack.
The sun dried three times, and seeing that Xiong Genglong's house was still not moving, he couldn't bear it anymore, clenched his fists, and smashed it towards the door frame, knock knock, knock knock ....... muttered in his mouth: "This fat man, it won't rain and clouds yesterday, right?"
"It's coming, it's coming. A listless voice came from inside the room, and as the heavy footsteps approached, the door opened.
Ning Que looked at the two panda-eyed, red-faced Xiong Geng and Long, who were rubbing their eyes, yawning, disheveled, not even tightening their belts, their faces were a little cold, and they hummed with hatred: "What is the difference between you and Adou who can't help you?" I didn't expect that dogs can't change their, and if you go on like this, you will burp sooner or later." β
Xiong Genglong can see it openly, and he doesn't care about Ning Que's serious injury, since he was a child, he doesn't know how many times he has been trained by these hopeful sons Jackie Chan, and he is told to cultivate hard and work hard at every turn. As everyone knows, even if his Xiong family collapses, the inherited family property is enough for him to eat and drink for ten lifetimes. And his father still expects him to further expand the family business, keep the family business, and let his lazy temperament be restrained and pinched to death.
Now I finally took this opportunity to sleep in the dragon and ascend to heaven, not to enjoy the fun of life, but to worry about those things that could not be used up, which made him feel even more bored when he was already lazy, and smiled indifferently: "Brother Ning, you just scold, right? Anyway, I am just like this bear, and I want to become a dragon and a phoenix, which is tantamount to a fantasy and no spectrum." The family has a big business, you don't have to worry about eating and drinking, why are you still guarding it?"
When Ning Que heard this, he was deeply speechless, indeed, he was worried about the sky. This fat man, even if the Xiong family collapses, I am afraid that the remaining golden palace will be enough for his ten lifetimes. However, he said sarcastically: "Brother Xiong, you are so naΓ―ve, the Xiong family has collapsed, and there is no protection from the wind and rain... The umbrella, even if your wealth can't be spent forever, it's useless, and if you don't have the strength to protect it, it will be a talisman. β
Xiong Genglong still didn't care, he couldn't arouse his interest at all, yawned again, sleepy-eyed, and said, "Brother Ning, you go and work by yourself first! β
Ning Que looked at him and didn't wait for himself to say more, he had already turned around and walked inside, without looking back. looked at the bewitching figures of the two young women who were vaguely inside, and slammed the door away. is not angry, he is different from him, he has the Xiong family behind him, has the wealth of the rich country, and has a guarantee that he can rely on... Umbrella to protect him from the wind and rain. And he has nothing, except for this body he has sharpened, everything else is so pale, even his parents have never seen it, even the family avoids it like a snake, abandons it like a dog, treats it like a dog, and takes a breath.
Even if he only has this immature body left, what can he do? Man will conquer the sky, and he will sharpen a sword in ten years, and he will not be able to cover his body if he wants this day, and he will not be able to hide his ambition if he wants this land. diameter
Walking straight to the gladiatorial arena, looking at the figure that was already moving inside, the sultry woman at the door showed up, cheering, jumping, the smile on her face looked so awkward, forced to laugh.
Life is like this, all living beings have their own destiny.
Ning Que shook his head, dissipated the trace of distraction in his head, took a step, swept away, a few thieves in his eyes, pretended to be a gesture, lowered his felt hat, walked along the road, or lowered his head to buy something, or found a stool to sit down too early, the figure was so familiar, and he had been biting back from the second he stepped out of the inn.
The figures shuttling around him paused one after another, looking at their own people, there was awe, greed, indifference, and even someone came over to say hello: "Hehe, isn't this the legendary King Ning? β
Ning Que glanced at it, his eyes were a little clear, innocent, with a long figure, followed by two servants, bowing his head and waist.
Ning Que hesitated for a moment, and said with a smile: "In Xia Ning Que, I don't know what Zhao Gongzi has to do?"
"Brother Ning, thanks to you yesterday, Zhao made a lot of money, and when I am the east, please go to the Xianxiang Inn. Zhao Minqian smiled, strutted his head, and the two chatted while walking. Along the way, the vigilance in Ning Que's heart became deeper and deeper, and the seemingly boundless concern for this person, and even the warm invitation, felt a little strange from it.
The golden retriever saw Ning Que walking backstage, a little weird, but it was inconvenient to say more, and asked, "Didn't Ning Gongzi come here to continue to participate in gladiatorial fights?"
Ning Que nodded and said lightly: "Brother Jin, can you arrange a few more games for me today, and have more masters?"
The golden retriever frowned slightly, clasped his hands to his chest, and walked back and forth, he knew Tang Hengyang's tone well yesterday, and it could be seen that although this person had a bit of origin, his background could only be regarded as average. But the only thing that is surprising is that this person is bold, he has been targeted by so many people, and he is so blatant, he is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.
Ning Gongzi said with a smile, this can be changed! It can be, but these battles that have been arranged for a long time are going to be canceled, and those who are in the right position may have ideas, and they have to make up for the losses with a lot of money. The golden retriever squeaked with greed.
Ning Que didn't care either, a little bit of wealth outside his body, although he liked it, he didn't care too much, and said with a smile: "It's easy to do, how about replacing me in those scheduled games, and the lost money will be made up for by my appearance fee?"
"That's a good feeling, thank you Ning Gongzi, this matter is so easy to do. Ning Gongzi, I'll pack the ticket, and I'll arrange as many games as you want to play until you don't want to play. The golden retriever patted his chest, played the package ticket, his heart was full of joy, grinning, and laughing, "Ning Gongzi, you go up to the stage and sit down first! When I am ready, I will send someone to call you." I don't know if there are any requirements for the people or beasts that Ning Gongzi intends to fight?"
Ning Que looked at the handful of golden retrievers on the top of his head, and said solemnly: "Strong, no more than the middle level of spirit refining, it can be human or beast, it is best to form pairs, and you can also try it in groups of three or five." Oh yes, I have three True Spirit Stones here, help me win when the time comes. Then he threw the spirit stone onto the dusty old table on the side.
The golden retriever was surprised and delighted, and after a few breaths in his heart, he respectfully sent Ning Que away, kicked the hard ground, clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall, and then rubbed it in pain, sighing.
You must know that he has also been in this gladiatorial arena for many years, crawling and fighting, dignitaries, ruffians, and countless people, like Ning Que, who likes to fight, and wants to use the gladiatorial arena to hone his skills and polish his foundation. But I have never seen such a generous person who spends money like dirt.
The Golden Retriever's strength now has reached the limit of the third order of spirit refining, but because of his poor qualifications, he is only third-class, and he has never dared to break through easily. So he kept saving, wanting to do a good job, buy some pills to strengthen the foundation of Peiyuan, and get more spirit stones in case of emergency.
But his strength is not good, just with the weekday income of this gladiatorial arena, he can't make ends meet at all, and even occasionally has itchy hands, wants to make some money, and makes some bets, but his eyesight is too poor, and he loses nothing. But now, this man is so generous, you must know that every cross-level gladiatorial battle, that money is a lot, plus the rewards of those rich people, more than his monthly income.
The golden retriever repeatedly weighed Ning Que's words before leaving and the bloodthirsty spirit in it, confidently and high-spirited, shook his cuffs, gritted his teeth, and took out the old book from it. This was his first confidence in Ning Que, he saw Ning Que's disdain, saw that he regarded money as dung, pinched the pseudo-spirit stone on his cuffs, looked at the three dazzling lights on the table, and hurriedly got busy.
Ning Que walked to the stands, found an inconspicuous position, sat down casually, and admired the fight between a thin and tall man and a fat and short man in the field, which was a little strange.
The short and fat man's limbs were intertwined, like a ball of flesh, bursting with blue brilliance, bouncing on the ground. The tall and thin man has a wide open crotch, his knees arched, and his arms form a circular arc, as if he were hugging a large balloon.
The short and fat man bounced, and as he bounced again and again, the speed of rotation became faster and faster, and the blue light on it flowed, forming a wind that blew the ground to form wind marks, as if sharp claws scratched it, and suddenly rushed away. The thin bamboo pole's arms were stretched in two straight lines, resisting along both sides of the meat ball, and above the hands, a layer of earthy yellow brilliance gradually dissipated under the swirling blue brilliance, as if countless sharp blades rubbed against the ground.
The speed of rotation slowed down, and the earthy yellow brilliance in the palm of his hand disappeared, and his legs ploughed two extremely long furrows in the ground. After the speed of the meat ball dissipated at the last trace of earthy yellow brilliance, the meat ball finally stopped, and the thin bamboo pole's hands were covered with blood, and drops slipped from the palms.
The fat man smiled gloomily, his body suddenly stretched out, and the blue light on his body had already gathered in his palm, and he slapped the abdominal ribs of the thin bamboo pole violently, and with a bang, the whole person staggered back two steps. One step is slow, one step is slow, although the fat man is fat and bloated, his moves are surprisingly fast, accurate and ruthless. The thin bamboo pole was so thin that he had no power to fight back, and finally took the initiative to admit defeat, so he left a breath, but looking at the nearly ten pools of blood stains on the ground, it is estimated that if he continues to fight, his intestines will vomit out.
(End of chapter)