Zhou Ming seemed to become very patient all of a sudden.

For the sake of money, Zhou Ming doesn't care about these anymore, only with money can he have strength.

After waiting for a while, the three of them turned their heads to look at Zhou Ming.

"Here are 700,000 taels of silver tickets, these pills can be worth about 300,000 taels!

Zhou Ming looked at the martial artist surnamed Feng: "Even the pill has been taken out, it seems that you have also reached the point of exhaustion!"

"Zhou Ming, I've already taken out a million taels of things, and if you have a kind of fight, you'll have a fight with me!" The martial artist surnamed Feng knew that he didn't have enough money, so he didn't continue to struggle.

Zhou Ming didn't want to be entangled, why didn't he want the money falling from the sky.

"Okay, less is less, but no matter how small the mosquito is, it's meat, so I'll laugh at it!"

"Zhou Ming, it's not certain who will kill the deer! Don't say such big words, maybe those golden tickets of yours will become my wealth!"

Zhou Ming didn't speak, just took out the glove of his left hand and put it on his hand.

He didn't pay attention to the martial artist surnamed Feng at all, because he said that sentence to himself just now.

"Don't waste time, come quickly!" Zhou Ming said unhurriedly after putting on his gloves.

And the martial artist surnamed Feng immediately laughed when he saw Zhou Ming's appearance: "Zhou Ming, I don't know whether to say that you are thrifty, and that you are stupid?

It is not surprising that this weapon is a weapon commonly used by low-level body refining martial artists, and the value of gloves is much more expensive than ordinary treasure weapons.

For example, medium-grade gloves are often more than 200,000, and it is not impossible for some high-quality gloves to reach 300,000.

Zhou Ming took out this pair of gloves, let alone three million taels of gold.

"Just a glove is enough to deal with you!"

"Look for death!"

The martial artist surnamed Feng couldn't hold back any longer, and rushed directly towards Zhou Ming.

Collapse fingers!

Suddenly, the three fingers of the martial artist surnamed Feng were put together, leaving only the index finger and middle finger, and a trace of blood erupted on the two fingers.

Zhou Ming was not in a hurry when he saw the other party's move, but just waited for the martial artist surnamed Feng to urge his martial arts to approach him.

Just when the other party was still a foot away from Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming's left hand suddenly moved.

With a speed that was difficult for a martial artist surnamed Feng to catch, he slammed down from the left side of his face.

Rumble!

Ignoring the martial artist surnamed Feng at all, Zhou Ming's left fist hit the martial artist surnamed Feng directly in the face.

The left side of his face was hit hard, and the martial artist surnamed Feng screamed miserably, and then quickly fell to the ground.

"Let you pretend to be forced, let you pretend to be forced!" Zhou Ming saw the martial artist surnamed Feng fall to the ground, and immediately made up a few more punches, and the martial artist surnamed Feng on the ground screamed miserably.

Because the attack is extremely cruel, the place where the fight is not very good.

Therefore, the face of the martial artist surnamed Feng was directly smashed, his face was blurred with flesh and blood, and the scene was extremely cruel.

"Hey, it's so ruthless! My face is broken, how can I go out to meet people in the future!"

"Yes, if you don't hit your face, how can you greet your face vigorously!" The surrounding martial artists were all frightened by Zhou Ming's blood, and looked at the martial artist surnamed Feng who was screaming on the ground.

One by one, these passers-by covered their left cheeks and began to retreat.

"This gap is too big! In the past, I didn't know that the disciples of the Sports Academy could fight beyond the ranks, but now it seems that the crossing of the ranks is a trivial matter! The Sevenfold Quenching Body can overturn the Ninefold Quenching Body with one punch!"

Some young people can't believe it, because the gap is too big.

Zhou Ming didn't even move at that time, and only waited for the martial artist surnamed Feng to come over and threw a punch.

And that punch was mediocre, similar to a thug fight, but it was such a punch that it overturned a master who had a quenched nine-fold body.

"Looking at it this way, the gap is really big!"

Someone agreed.

And Zhou Ming had already gotten up and punched the martial artist surnamed Feng in a row more than a dozen times in a row, this guy was already dying.

"Drink, fade, you trash! I'm too lazy to fight you, I have to do it!" "Weekend took off his gloves again.

Not to mention the power of the punch he just had, the speed alone was nearly fifty percent faster than before, because it was a glove refined by himself, and the fit was too high, and it could exert one hundred and five percent of its strength.

So his punch is fifty percent stronger than his speed and strength without gloves.

This is only the left fist, if it is the right fist, it can burst out with twice the strength, after all, the right fist is a pure attack glove.

The martial artist surnamed Feng is already out of breath and out of breath and out of breath, dying at any time.

Zhou Ming walked in front of the remaining two people.

The two men were so sick that their legs began to tremble.

Unexpectedly, after three months, Zhou Ming became more ferocious at the beginning, and the person who beat him with one move was unrecognizable, and the means were cruel.

"Don't be afraid, I won't make a move on you!" Zhou Ming seemed to be the weird Shu Huang who tricked the little girl into watching the goldfish, "Hand over those golden tickets and pills!"

Where do two people dare to say no?

Immediately obediently handed over the things that were pulled out, but the expressions on the faces of the two people spoke for themselves.

It's distressing!

Half of these things are themselves.

"Very good!" Zhou Ming took the golden ticket and the pill, very satisfied.

He never went to buy pills, and basically relied on robbery to make ends meet.

He really doesn't want to be a robber, but there's no reason not to want something delivered to his door!

After receiving the things, Zhou Ming planned to leave, he wanted to go to the auction house to see the market, so he could be prepared.

Just as Zhou Ming turned around, a woman suddenly stood in front of Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming glanced at this woman and immediately shrank her pupils, and with the power of qi and blood, she was obviously a martial artist at the peak of quenching.

At this age, this cultivation is obviously the top disciple of the Martial Academy.

However, this woman did not pay attention to Zhou Ming's body, but looked behind Zhou Ming, the two people who were still distressed about their elixir.

"What the hell are you two doing, let you come here to see if there is a treasure weapon I want, what are you stupid standing here for?" The female warrior looked impatient, "What about that bastard Feng Chang? Why didn't you see anyone, I asked him to come to you, why did he even disappear himself."

As soon as she appeared, the woman began to ask.

Usually, it is an extreme headache for two people to face such a question, but now, they only feel that this is the sound of heaven.

"Senior Sister Ye You!"

"Why are you so excited, Feng Chang!"

The two of them pointed to Ye You's feet helplessly, and Ye You noticed that there was a strange thing at his feet.

"Hey, there's actually someone here? I thought it was a dead dog, how could it be beaten like this, I don't even recognize my mother!" Ye You said in surprise.

"You shouldn't say that this dead dog-like object is Feng Chang, right?"

The two looked at Feng Chang, who was not human, and nodded at Ye You.