With a fixed gaze, Meng Yang turned to look.

I saw a horse-faced young man, staring at him with disdain.

The contrived look on his face and the sinister smile in his eyes made Meng Yang frown.

In particular, the tone that seems to be inquiring but very affirmative is even more uncomfortable.

"It's me..."Meng Yang replied expressionlessly.

Although I don't know why this person knows his name and what he wants to do, it is never a good thing.

Sure enough, hearing Meng Yang's admission, the man immediately changed his face, and even his gaze was a little more fierce.

With a cold face, he said in a solemn voice: "You are new here, the rules are not clear." ”

"I know the rules of the Lin family. ”

Meng Yang didn't want to be evil, so he responded to the other party in a flat tone.

But as soon as these words came out, they angered the horse-faced youth.

The corners of the already slender eyes are even more ugly under the fierce glare.

"Lao Tzu is talking about the rules of the sparring house. ”

Looking at the horse-faced man with a cold face holding a pen in his hand, Meng Yang didn't speak, but he knew what it meant.

As a sparring disciple of the Lin family, at the end of each month, he can receive a broken spirit stone for cultivation.

As a low-level sparring disciple, the core disciples of the family are too lazy to take care of you, but the senior sparring disciples are different.

From Meng Yang to the Lin family as a sparring disciple, he had never seen the spirit stones, and all of them were occupied by senior sparring disciples.

As long as you sign your name on the paper leading the spirit stone, then you can be quiet for a month.

If you don't sign it, you will inevitably be beaten, but these people have an excellent grasp of manpower and will not beat you to death.

But every time your injuries are almost healed, they will come and beat you up again, making you want to stop.

It won't end until you agree to pay the protection money that this tearful and tragic experience will end.

Thinking of this, Meng Yang's eyes suddenly flashed, and a wonderful opportunity to practice the Meat Pile Skill suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Don't bother, I'll get the spirit stone myself at the end of this month. ”

"Are you sure?"

Hearing this, the horse-faced man's eyes narrowed.

The indifferent face was instantly covered with a layer of coldness.

The moment the green tendons on his forehead burst out, a fierce blood qi surged out of his body.

The gray robe on his body puffed up directly under this fierce spirit.

"Don't be embarrassed! ”

Feel the pure sense of oppression on the horse-faced young man's body after the transformation of qi and blood.

Meng Yang's eyes burst out and he was too lazy to talk nonsense.

Thousands of proficiency snatched the palm, and at this moment lightning shot.

"You're looking for death..."

Seeing that Meng Yang despised himself so much, the horse-faced young man couldn't help but shout with anger in his heart.

The blood on his body churned, and he smashed it on the head with a whistling wind fist.

With the blessing of spiritual power, this punch has a terrifying power of five hundred catties.

Not to mention that there is a person in front of him, even a wall will instantly collapse under the strength of the fist.

Not to mention Meng Yang, who has not yet turned into a spirit.

He had faith, full confidence.

This punch can directly seriously injure Meng Yang.

But at this moment.

Suddenly.

"Click..."

Meng Yang, who shot out with his heart, put his fingers together on the way and clenched his fists to meet him.

The impact of the fists directly made the horse-faced young man couldn't help but widen his eyes and let out a miserable scream.

The fist that was thrown out was like a rock that made him break two fingers in a row.

"It depends on your hard fists, or my meat pile skills..."

Before the horse-faced young man could react, a cold glow rose in Meng Yang's eyes.

The wind took two steps in a row, the five fingers of the fist were released, and the long legs were like whips drawn out, kicking the shoulder of the pig-headed young man fiercely.

But seeing that the pen was scattered, the horse-faced young man screamed, and his weightless body flew out of the door and slammed into the ground.

Before he could react to the frightened and incredulous gaze, Meng Yang's disdainful words came from his ears.

"The blood is turned into a spirit, but Er'er..."

"Don't bother me in the future, otherwise, next time I break your whole arm, get out!"

With a roar, the horse-faced young man had red eyes and glanced at Meng Yang fiercely.

"Meng Yang, you have a kind, you wait..."

Anyway, don't even run away with the pen on the ground.

"It seems that no matter where you are, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. ”

Looking at the other party's back, Meng Yang smiled coldly, he didn't care about this kind of jumping clown at all.

To be able to engage in this kind of thing in the disciple's academy, except for the senior sparring disciples, Meng Yang couldn't think of anyone else.

Especially the breath of the horse-faced young man, he didn't feel like the spirit that a senior sparring disciple should have.

At least, not even the other two in his room, maybe just a little minion who delivered the news.

"Ten days! is enough, I Meng Yang really want to see if this spirit stone is as rare as it is in the novel. ”

"If it's true, then none of you senior sparring disciples want to escape..."

Meng Yang's eyes flashed, and he turned around and walked into the room.

Looking at the pupils, the proficiency of the heart-grabbing palm and the five-step Tan leg.

Close the door, adjust your breathing, and continue to practice the Heart-Grabbing Palm and the Five-Step Tan Leg.

After yesterday morning's cultivation, Meng Yang mastered a little trick to save time and effort.

It is to use the smallest range of movements to achieve the most effective attack results, which is the key to improving proficiency.

Yesterday, because of the excessive force and the reckless brutality, my arms and legs are now a little painful to walk.

Now he has learned to be obedient, first practicing the heart-grabbing palm, and then practicing the five-step tan legs, so that his arms and legs can be exchanged and rested.

If you use the Heartsnatch Palm successfully, your proficiency will be increased by 1.

Current proficiency is 1323/10000.

If the five-step Tan leg is used successfully, the proficiency will be increased by 1.

Current proficiency is 1324/10000.

If you use the Heartsnatch Palm successfully, your proficiency will be increased by 1.

Current proficiency is 1325/10000.

Looking at the information that his pupils were constantly refreshing, Meng Yang began to cultivate boringly.

......

I don't know how long it took, when Meng Yang's mouth was dry, and his back was soaked with sweat, there were several footsteps in his ears that were getting closer and closer.

He immediately stopped his hands and was about to inspect when the door was pushed open.

It was a guard who opened the door, glanced at Meng Yang in the room, and beckoned to the door.

Then he saw that the country-faced man and the dark-skinned man who had gone out in the morning were actually carried in on a stretcher.

The face with black hair and blue hair is full of red and swollen mouths, and it is no longer possible to see the previous look.

The broken nasal bone, the bleeding mouth, and the sloppy eyes made Meng Yang's eyes on the side widen wider and wider.

Compared with the big man with a national face, the dark-skinned man was even more miserable, his arms stretched out of the stretcher, showing a ninety degree bend outward, although the person was already unconscious, but the beads of sweat on his head only made Meng Yang's teeth hurt a little.

"What a ruthless method..."

Lifting the two of them to the bed, the guards ignored them and turned away.

Meng Yang couldn't bear it, and looked at the slap on the face of the country and the black-skinned young man who was in a coma who was desperately enduring the pain, and he couldn't see it.

In the midst of a deep groan, his face was pale, as if he had made a decision, and he walked to the empty bed at the door, and slapped his heart-snatching palm.

"Smack..."

The wooden bed was torn apart and scattered all over the ground, and Meng Yang picked two bed legs and tore the sheets on the bed again.

When he walked up to the dark-skinned man's bed, squatting down to check the injury, he couldn't help but gasp again.

The black-skinned man's elbow bones were all shattered, and even if he recovered, he was afraid that he would be a pair of useless hands.

This made Meng Yang's brows furrow even deeper, and his heart was also filled with deep uneasiness about the future situation.

Gritting his teeth, Meng Yang didn't care if the other party could hear it, and after saying a little patience, he forcibly straightened his bent arm.

The clicking sound and sharp pain from the friction of the broken bones made Meng Yang's scalp tingle for a while, and even made the dark-skinned man with a bloodless face faint in pain after letting out a miserable scream.

Meng Yang struck while the iron was hot, and forcibly straightened the other twisted arm of the black-skinned man.