Wang Tian walked slowly on the bank of the river embankment.

This high-end villa area is built on the basis of this small Hubo with relatively clear water quality, and a long cobblestone road has been built around Hubo.

Lush trees and fragrant flowers dot the path with stars for pedestrians.

What happened just now did not bring any mood fluctuations to Wang Tian.

It's like a breeze blowing through a walk, and it disappears in a flash.

Unconsciously, Wang Tian walked to a relatively empty area, very quiet, in the very center, there was an ancient tree with dense branches and leaves, which required at least four or five people to hug.

Wang Tian walked to the fence in front of the ancient tree, leaned quietly on the side, and looked into the distance.

The turquoise water of the lake, under the not-strong sunlight, shows a clear color, although it does not reach the level of clarity that can see the bottom of the lake, but you can clearly see the fish swimming inside.

Occasionally, some micro-petals, or leaves, are blown down on the surface of the lake by the breeze, rippling in circles.

"How many epochs have you not seen this kind of scenery?" Wang Tian shook his head slightly, driving out the memories that popped up in his mind from time to time.

In his life, the epoch was the most basic unit of time.

The so-called long river of time may not be as long as Wang Tian's breath.

The great life can't even destroy the divine tribulation, and can only block all his abilities from himself.

Life and death, reincarnation, immortality, immortality, avenue, invincible......

Everything that the world is looking for, in Wang Tian's eyes, is just a drop in the ocean.

Just when Wang Tian sighed slightly, at this time, under the ancient tree not far behind, a young man of about eighteen slowly walked in.

The young man's eyebrows are clear, his face is immature, his facial features are not exquisite, and he looks a little ordinary.

Wearing a simple shirt and slacks, there is nothing unusual about it.

It's just that when he sat down, his eyes glanced around slightly, and when he saw that Wang Tian was alone, he didn't care, and sat cross-legged.

Immediately afterwards, a strange scene appeared, the young man's chest began to rise and fall slowly, like that bellows, being pulled by someone, one small and one large, one in and one out, two condensed white mist came out of his nose.

If there is a martial arts master here, he will definitely exclaim!

This is the legendary breath of mist, a sign of stepping into the path of monasticism!

It often doesn't appear in many martial arts predecessors, how can it appear in a teenager who is about eighteen?

After more than half an hour or so, the young man opened his eyes, his eyes froze, and he said: "The aura here is really very rich, I have been cultivating for half an hour, and I have been cultivating for several days!"

The young man slowly opened his eyes, but glanced at Wang Tian again, and saw that this person was still resting on the railing, and he didn't care.

Because there are still a few people on this fence.

The young man closed his eyes and rested for a while, he knew that if he wanted to hurry, he would not be able to achieve it, and he must not be too fast in his cultivation, and he must fight steadily and steadily, so he did not continue to cultivate.

It's just that when he opened his eyes, he saw a face like a flower and jade appear in front of him.

"Hey, this place is where my grandfather and I practice martial arts, and you occupy it all by yourself?"

"Oh, you please. ”

Hearing this beauty say that he practiced martial arts, the young man replied without being salty, and then walked to the side to watch.

Not far from this beauty, there were two men standing. The young man looked at it slightly, and knew that his identity must be extraordinary.

An old man, although he is in his old age, but there is a bloody aura in his eyes, at least the age of a jiazi, but his body is still as tall as an aspen!

A middle-aged man, dressed in a Mao suit, with cold eyes, is tall and burly, and wherever he stands casually, he gives people a sense of danger like a dragon and a tiger, like a bear and a leopard!

"That old man should be a fierce man who has experienced battlefield killing, if the blood qi in his body is released, I am afraid that he will scare an ordinary person to death!"

At this time, Qin Yuming began to practice her own boxing techniques that she practiced with her grandfather.

As if thinking of someone, Qin Yuming said fiercely: "Stinky man, he won't even tell me his name, am I ugly?

She didn't seem to notice that the stinky man in her mouth was on top of the fence in the distance.

Attentive, she thought that this stinky man was in front of her, one punch was more powerful than one punch, and one punch was more powerful than one punch!

I can't wait to eat each other alive!

But it is precisely like this that makes Qin Yuming's boxing more and more quintessential, well, that is, more and more proficient.

"Yu Ming's boxing technique is quite sophisticated!" The old man couldn't help but admire when he saw his granddaughter's boxing technique, and he could still carry this murderous aura.

"I heard that Miss School, recently came to a martial arts master who came back from the Sun Country, I think it should be that Miss is oppressed to grow under the strength of the other party, so she can progress so fast. The man in the tunic said in a deep voice.

The old man nodded slightly, silent.

They didn't know that Qin Yuming was not oppressed at all, but because of a hateful man who made her angry.

Closing his fist, Qin Yuming reluctantly withdrew his mind from the fantasy just now, and looked at his fists with some satisfaction.

In his own fantasies, the hateful man, who is taught by himself to scream, then begs for mercy from himself, and goes on a date with himself for dinner, and even ......

Oh, the latter paragraph is completely Qin Yuming's imagination.

At this time, Qin Yuming, who was in a happy mood, saw a scene that made her very unhappy: the young man standing next to her was shaking his head, as if his practice was terrible!

She couldn't rub the sand in her eyes, and she was immediately unhappy in her heart.

"Hey, boy, what do you mean by that, do you think my boxing skills are terrible?" Qin Yuming walked over calmly and asked.

The young man was slightly stunned and said indifferently: "It's not bad, it's just average." I'm just an ordinary person, and I don't know much about the boxing techniques of you martial arts practitioners, so this is just my personal opinion, if there is anything wrong, the girl doesn't have to care. ”

Hearing this, Qin Yuming's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he looked at him expressionlessly.

If the little beauty in the martial robe who is familiar with her sees her like this, she must know that this is a precursor to an outbreak.

"Then, let's practice?" Qin Yuming said lightly.

She looks extremely beautiful, combed a ponytail here, and wears a blue and white military robe, which vividly reflects the well-developed and charming figure, and with a pure and moving face, the whole person gives people a pure and fresh girlish temperament like spring rain.

But that's just scratching the surface......

The young man shook his head: "Forget it, I don't know anything about these martial arts, I don't need to compare, I admit defeat." ”

"What are you pretending to be! I was still practicing there just now, and now I say that I don't know how to martial arts! Is it necessary?"

Qin Yuming said coldly, when he came with his grandfather just now, the three of them were not blind, so they could naturally see the situation of the young man's cultivation.

"Yes, this little brother, when I saw you cultivating, there was a white mist between your noses, and the mist condensed but did not disperse, so you must have also cultivated. Contemptible Qinjiang, the territory of the territory, can the little brother guide my granddaughter?"

At this time, the old man behind stepped forward, clasped his fists with his hands in a martial arts style, and said in a deep voice.

Qin Jiang?

The boy felt a little familiar, but he didn't care.

After pondering for a moment, the young man felt that he probably couldn't escape, so he had to shake his head slightly, he couldn't make a move with this girl.

"That's it, can the girl borrow a strand of hair?" the young man said lightly, his calm eyes had a bit of arrogance!

Qin Yuming hesitated for a moment, and then pulled out a strand of hair casually, her hair was not long enough to reach her waist.

After handing it to the young man, Qin Yuming said coldly: "I want to see what kind of fame you want to make!"