At that moment, early in the morning.

On a snowy day, the morning light has an inexplicable brightness.

The snow on the ground was already very thick, and the white swaying reflected in the morning light, which was a little dazzling.

In such a light, everyone's eyes were focused on Zhanyi and Liszt, only to feel that the dazzling light made Liszt's face with a proud expression a little pale, and the smile that Zhanyi suddenly showed was a little inexplicably weird, and his teeth were very white.

What to do?

Everyone was speculating, but before they could react, they heard a 'bang', and the fist of the wings hit Liszt directly in the face.

'Whew', Van Persie, who saw this scene, let out a long breath.

'Hiss', many of the soldiers present gasped.

Supreme Commander Li Lie had no expression on his face.

And Liszt's arrogant expression had not yet dissipated, and his stunned expression had just emerged.

Beaten?! A straight slap in the face?! Is it real, or is it fake?! Liszt's first reaction was not anger or anger, but confusion in utter disbelief.

Because his body method has already been subtle, and even began to grope to the realm of water, when facing an attack, the subtle body method that he has practiced for many years has already formed muscle memory, and he can subconsciously dodge without even needing the brain to make instructions.

So, why was you hit by this seemingly unremarkable punch?

But what if you don't believe it? This punch is not light, the pain from the gums directly affects the teeth, and the cheeks are not painful, but a hot swelling, just like Liszt's brain at this time, a little dizzy.

I don't know if it's because of the mood or because of being beaten.

"Fake, right? Liszt was beaten? ”

"Impossible, this punch didn't have any skills, it was smashed directly, why didn't Liszt dodge?"

"Liszt underestimated the enemy, and he didn't expect this spread wing to hit him, so he was beaten?"

"Why did you want to fight Liszt?"

The audience was silent for a while, and from the time it appeared to the present, it seemed that it was deliberately made people guess the riddle, and the huge doubts seemed to explode in people's hearts, and there was no time to think about anything else.

Liszt is not a person who likes to talk nonsense, and when he is beaten in full view, he doesn't need to say anything threatening, he immediately fights back, and the best way is to trample the enemy under his feet.

So he didn't think about it, so he immediately shot back towards the spread wings.

Just now... That punch happened by all kinds of coincidences, it must be! Who would have thought that a recruit would come and do it directly at himself.

That punch was like a normal person's punch, maybe because of that...

When Liszt threw his fist, his mind was thinking about that punch, but there was nothing to recall, because Liszt didn't even see it clearly... But there really wasn't any skill, not even the basic punches!

Liszt's fists are hard and fast, otherwise he would not be the first person in the Spark brigade.

At the moment when Liszt, even everyone thought that Zhanyi would be punched back by Liszt, and then received a profound lesson.

Something that stunned people happened again, and after spreading his wings to punch this punch, he squatted down very naturally, his straw shoe laces were not so strong, they had fallen apart, and he was tying his shoes.

With just such a move, he accidentally avoided Liszt's punch.

Liszt didn't expect this result, and he didn't have time to close his fist, so he stumbled.

In fact, this is just an ordinary brawl between soldiers, and it is impossible for anyone to take it too seriously, and it is impossible to use energy, use talent, etc.

The Spark Brigade encourages fighting, but does not want to cause serious injuries and human lives.

In such a situation, no one thinks that Liszt's strength is not good, in fact, Liszt's strength has been proven again and again?

It's just that you can't fight too seriously, plus all the coincidences... That's what everyone thinks.

But although everyone can understand it, do you want to say that this situation is humiliating? It's humiliating.

What's more, just when Liszt didn't play this wing, he stumbled for a while, and the wings just raised his head and saw Liszt's movements.

I don't know why, the gaze of the wings is as if there is some kind of magic, which makes Liszt, who happened to be looking at him, feel a little weak inexplicably.

"You want to hit me?" Zhanyi asked.

What is the problem? Liszt's lungs were about to explode, and it was obvious that this person inexplicably hit himself first, and it was not natural to fight back.

At this time, if you don't say something, people will be mad.

Just when Liszt was about to scold, Zhanyi suddenly jumped up, and once again, when everyone didn't react, he smashed Liszt with a punch.

Miss! This time it definitely won't hit! Instead, you will be beaten!

That's what everyone thinks.

Unexpectedly, the fist of the wings once again landed on Liszt's face, just like just now, the left side of the face, the cheek, and the position of the lower gums!!

That's impossible!!

Someone shouted in a low voice, and the punch of spreading his wings was still rude like an ordinary drunk, beating people in an orderly manner, but such a powerful Liszt was still beaten? What is the rationale for this? Not only was he beaten, but it felt like he was standing there and letting him spread his wings and even send his face up to be beaten.

Is Liszt cooperating with the wings?

"Hit me? You even want to hit me? Zhan Yi was even angrier than Liszt, and he threw a punch without any intention of stopping, followed by another punch.

Old location, no deviations! Punch after punch!

Like a storm, the fists don't stop, and the mouth doesn't stop.

"Hit me, why are you hitting me? I'm fine. ”

"I hate it when people hit me! Did You Know? ”

Everyone was dumbfounded, and had to admit that the punch of the wings was very fast, and in less than five seconds, at least twenty punches were made.

Whether these punches all fell on Liszt's face, the soldiers present could not see clearly even with the best eyesight, and they were not sure.

But although the punch is very powerful, it will definitely not beat Liszt without the power to fight back, and he can't even dodge.

Although this is not a very serious battle, all the people present are geniuses, and they have already seen that there is a problem, there is definitely a problem.

This style of play is always a little familiar to some people, but it doesn't match anyone's fighting style.

It was Liszt who was so aggrieved that he was about to explode.

In the eyes of others, he seems to be standing and being beaten from side to side, feeling like he is cooperating with the spread of his wings, but in fact he is definitely dodging, almost using his body technique to the extreme.

But why, the more he moves his proud body, the more it feels like sending him to the door to beat his wings?

The fist that spreads its wings is fast, and it hurts to hit the face, and the lethality is not great, and Liszt knows that if he is serious...

No, I can't bear it anymore, I have to get serious.

Proud like Liszt, he can't stand others insulting him in such a flattering way, trampling on him in such a general way.

This spread of wings should have special skills, and Liszt is not stupid.

At that moment, he even thought of Tang Ling's precision instinct, but this was not the same as Tang Ling's precision instinct, Tang Ling's precision instinct Liszt had studied, and it was based on 'moving', that is, the enemy would have to move before he could predict.

But the winged punch in front of him is definitely not the case, no matter whether he moves or not, the winged fist is ahead of his own, that is, he does not move, and his fist is just right to wait for his own feeling.

This subtlety is best known only to the beaten Liszt.

Therefore, Liszt thought that he had encountered another ability, and the spread of his wings in front of him and Tang Ling had nothing to do with the precision instinct.

'Bang', another punch in Liszt's face, the same position, unchanged.

At this time, Liszt's efforts exploded, and the momentum on his body began to climb.

The soldiers who were originally stunned and so shocked that they couldn't speak, the soldiers who belonged to Liszt's forces finally reacted.

The Spark Brigade encourages fighting, and if you violate military discipline a little at this time, you don't have to be too scrupulous even under Li Lie's nose.

"What do you do? To fight. ”

"Gan, isn't it wrong to find fault?"

"X are you, the recruits are so arrogant?"

A group of people gathered around, scolding and scolding, anyway, they stood all night, mostly because of the wings in front of them, their hearts were resentful, and their hands were itchy.

Spread his wings didn't seem to care, and at this moment, his fist jerked to a halt.

The whole person was staggered, and Liszt's body was staggered, and at this time, Zhan Yi stopped his body suddenly, and the body control at that moment reminded people of the amazing Tang Ling who used to be.

"Have you ever seen a real snowstorm?"

"It's fast and urgent, and each piece is like a third-order purple moon warrior swinging a knife, and it will leave blood marks on the face."

"You're trash, not even snow."

What does this mean? Liszt's eyes widened, and doubts flashed in his eyes, even overpowering his shame and anger.

"This is just the beginning."

Liszt didn't know why, a chill arose from the bottom of his heart, he turned his head, just as he spread his wings and turned his head, the two of them looked at each other...

At this moment, the calm, even a little cynical thing that shrouded the winged eyes disappeared, and some were just cold hatred and raging anger, the depth of which made people feel somewhat familiar and yet unfamiliar.

"Get out!"

At this time, the body twists, which is obviously an impossible posture, but it is very natural, if the water flows...

This turn made the winged body accumulate enough strength, and it just kicked Liszt's ass.

Liszt didn't expect such a kick at all, and even if he did, he would never be able to dodge.

Humiliation, a kick that is more humiliating than a slap.

Who can kick him in the ass? The elder of the hero family, the commander with a strength of at least the fourth order or above on the training ground, or Li Lie.

He's been kicked in the ass by a recruit now?

Liszt was serious, and the energy was instantly lifted, dissolving the force of the kick on his ass, and his body did not move.

But it's still humiliating, and it feels even stupid, just think about the picture, being kicked in the ass, and then standing there like a fool.

At this time, the people who followed Liszt had also gathered around.

wanted to push and shout at Zhanyi, Zhanyi didn't care at all, and walked lightly in the crowd, the strange thing is that in such a situation, no one can touch the corners of his clothes.

No one knows how he got out of this encirclement as if nothing happened.

It wasn't until he walked more than ten meters that he stopped: "Do you want to fight?" It doesn't matter, and neither does a group of people. ”

As he spoke, he just dusted off his clothes.

In fact, his clothes were already dirty.

These words, coupled with this action, all those who followed Liszt felt ashamed, sarcastically mocking what kind of ability a group of them bullied a person, and then expressed that even a group of people would not be looked at.

As soon as this recruit came, he pulled hatred like this, did he want to die?

"Get out of the way, it's my business with him." A huge burst of energy exploded in the crowd, although it was only the strength of a third-order Purple Moon Warrior.

But there is a crushing, huge sense of pressure that people can't breathe.

This is the energy that belongs to Liszt, everyone is very familiar with it, Liszt gets serious, and the wings will be scrapped at this time.

Most of the people who don't care about themselves are holding their hands on their chests, ready to watch the big excitement, Han Xing stood in front, his heart was full of refreshment, he liked this spreading his wings very much, and even admired it, if Liszt dared to make such a move, he would also help spread his wings, he decided.

Liszt's followers also got out of the way.

This kind of serious thing is a great hatred, and outsiders can't interfere. Although many people think that this is a loss, it will not rise to this extent.

After all, only Liszt knew that the words that Zhanyi said in his ear, he wanted to cut off this trouble, even if it violated military discipline.

The crowd retreated, and Liszt stood in the snow.

He was calm and did not show the slightest hint of anger, and those who knew Liszt well knew that this was a normal performance, and Liszt was like that.

But at this moment, at such a serious moment, even if it is very suffocated, some people still want to laugh.

Because Zhanyi didn't know how many punches he punched on the left side of Liszt's face, Liszt looked like a pig's head, with a serious face, is it really appropriate?

"Hahahaha." Han Xing laughed unscrupulously: "Unbalanced, half pig's head and half human head, Liszt, can you make up the right side of your face yourself?" ”

"Hahaha."

"Hehehe, I'm not, I didn't mean to laugh."

In fact, you can bear it, but Han Xing is too hateful.

But Zhanyi didn't smile, he half-turned to look at Liszt, the wind lifted his linen robe, and he narrowed his eyes: "Seriously?" ”

"I can't ask for it!"

A faint momentum began to climb on Zhanyi's body, but at this time, with a 'snap', Li Lie closed the so-called letter of introduction for Zhanyi in his hand.

Without warning, Li Lie's figure flashed, and he instantly came to the center of the confrontation between Zhanyi and Liszt from the high platform.

Before everyone could see it clearly, they saw Li Lie's figure disappear again.

When everyone saw it clearly again, they saw Li Lie holding Liszt's right leg with one hand, twisting him upside down, and holding his left leg with the other hand, also carrying it upside down...

"Really when the Spark Brigade has no military discipline, when I don't exist?!"

With a 'boom', everyone dispersed, and without command, they immediately stood up in accordance with the previous formation.

"Kind of interesting, huh?"

In the unobtrusive ordinary barracks, Luwa sat in a wheelchair, looking out the window, her eyes still flashing with a smart light, and a smile on the corner of her mouth.

**

The hills, the huts, the same early morning.

In the animal skin room, there is a faint aroma, this aroma is only slightly smelled, and it feels peaceful and calm.

A magical lotus-like plant, slightly about five centimeters above the ground, floats in the air full of mysteries.

If you look closely, you can find that this lotus flower is originally cyan, and the so-called nine colors are just the light it emitts.

A fish skin with a scorching sun pattern spreads out, and a bead with a rainbow of light is hung on the beam, reflecting the floating lotus flower.

At this moment, there are still energy potions, spiritual power potions, pieces of sliced fierce beast meat with mysterious lines, there is no doubt that this is super-level fierce beast meat, this thin as paper wings, a piece the size of a fingernail, is the limit that Tang Ling can bear.

It's never been better.

Tang Ling had been sitting in the room for an hour, and he had always remembered that among the cultivation books he had taken out from the Dream Domain, he had said that when breaking through or cultivating great skills, it was best to reach the realm of 'emptiness'.

The realm of emptiness is very difficult, and there is a difference between entering the void of visualization, which is the most thorough kind of clarity, and if you can't do it at first, imagine a blank piece of paper, accompanied by a gust of wind, that is blown away, leaving only a piece of clear spirit.

Tang Ling couldn't do it yet, but at this time, the stillness of his heart was also adjusted to the limit of what he could do.

Breakthrough, begin.

Enter, visualize!

Gene lock, let's appear!!