The morning sun is not blazing, but has a soft and comfortable feeling.

In the public rental housing of Linxi Municipal Axe, a teenager sat cross-legged with a solemn face.

"Star energy cultivation, it's really the further you go, the more difficult it becomes, I've been cultivating for more than half a month, and it's still so difficult to break through the ninth stage."

After a while, the young man slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly two strange brilliances appeared, but they dissipated and returned to the calm of the past.

Qin Liang stood up, took a deep breath, and moved his waist vigorously.

"Today, Hero Rose has a routine vacation, each busy with his own business, Lan Xiaoying is training at home, Zhou Li is still at school, what should I do?"

Qin Liang scratched his head, a little bored.

Star energy cultivation pays attention to one piece and one relaxation, and there is a degree of relaxation.

The human body is like a bow, if the bowstring is tight every day, it is easy to be broken after a long time, so it is also necessary to relax properly.

This is also the reason why Hero Rose has a fixed holiday.

Forget it, go out and take a walk, deal with the steel wolf every day, and go to see the young people on the street.

Hey? Youngster?

Am I old?

With this thought, Qin Liang was startled.

It doesn't make sense, my brother is only eighteen, and he is the age of Zhenghua, is it ...... I'm already handsome to the heart?

Hey, maturity contains immaturity, and vicissitudes are wrapped in greenness.

When a marshal who completely belongs to two different dimensions is combined with the same person, this kind of handsomeness should be earth-shattering.

Shaking his head in annoyance, Qin Liang went out.

At this time, he didn't notice that the morning sun quietly hid in the clouds.

It was stunned by someone's narcissism.

Linxi City has a large population, it is only morning, and the streets are already a little bustling, shopping, walking dogs, looking for juniors, and recognizing godfathers, which can be described as a variety of life.

These people are so happy.

Ignorant people are always the happiest, and the ferocious beast is just a cold report on the news for them.

Hey? Is that...... Instructor?

As soon as he walked around a corner, Qin Liang paused, and subconsciously stood behind the crowd.

Not far in front of him, there was a burly man with a height of more than two meters.

This kind of figure, if it is placed in the martial arts block, is not unusual, but on the street where ordinary people live, it can be said that there is a camel standing in the flock, and it is difficult to be conspicuous.

If Liu Zhiyong was alone, of course Qin Liang wanted to go up to say hello, but what made Qin Liang stop was that there was a young girl standing in front of Liu Zhiyong.

The girl is about twenty-eight years old, and her height is more than one meter and seventy, although she still looks very short in front of Liu Zhiyong, but among ordinary people, this is a standard model.

Thanks to the clairvoyance that increased his spiritual power, Qin Liang took a closer look at the girl.

Well...... Pretty face and eyebrows, convex and backward, white as jade, good...... A full score of 100 can give 80, far exceeding the passing line.

Qin Liang nodded secretly, he couldn't see that the coach was usually stupid, but his eyes were still quite vicious.

Hey, no, why does this girl keep crying?

Good face, pear blossoms with rain, I see pity.

Hey?

Looking more closely, Qin Liang frowned, looking at Liu Zhiyong's face a little unkindly.

The coach actually hit a woman?

On this girl's face, there was a slap print, although it dissipated a little, but it couldn't escape Qin Liang's sharp clairvoyance.

At this moment, Liu Zhiyong's position in Qin Liang's mind went down a full eighteen floors.

A man, no matter what, should not hit a woman.

Whether this woman has done something sorry for you or not, whether you love her or not.

Love her, what can't be forgiven?

The reason why I don't forgive is that I don't love enough.

Since you don't love enough, separation is the best relief, why bother to hit someone?

Therefore, Qin Liang left Li Jing quietly and met Lan Xiaoying at present.

He can only be glad that it's not that Li Jing is bad, it's just that he is not suitable.

No hate, no love, light wind.

Liu Zhiyong's measurement is too small, right?

Qin Liang looked up at the latter, but then his brows furrowed even deeper.

I saw Liu Zhiyong's eyes, pain, helplessness, struggle, humiliation, unwillingness, how many negative emotions can be integrated into such strange eyes.

Someone with such a look will hit a woman?

Subconsciously looked at Liu Zhiyong's palm, and then looked at the palm print on the girl's face.

No, no, it wasn't Liu Zhiyong.

The size of the palm is not the same.

Coming to this conclusion, Qin Liang's heart beat violently.

Don't...... This is...... Coach's ...... Ex?

An ex-wife who was abducted?

Qin Liang's thoughts were a mess...... He's messy!

Don't look at other people's private affairs, and continue shopping.

Qin Liang's thoughts just moved, but the next scene made him stunned in place.

Liu Zhiyong actually wrote and drew on the virtual screen for a while, and then the virtual screen was compressed into a file ball and given to the girl.

"Fighting Critical Strike!"

Qin Liang's heart was shocked, although the familiar route map disappeared in a flash, but the sharp-eyed Qin Liang still recognized it instantly.

Next, the girl who had obtained the Fighting Crit technique turned and left.

Liu Zhiyong continued to freeze in place, with infinite pity in his eyes.

Oh, poor man

After the girl turned around, her back was to Liu Zhiyong, and the sneer on her face would never be seen by the latter.

But Qin Liang saw it clearly.

As a coach himself, he must have been deceived.

A femme fatale once again made a deep cut on the man who loved her deeply.

There are no wounds, but they are so bloody.

Qin Liang, who was sighing, suddenly felt a coldness coming, and he subconsciously looked up.

Damn, I found out.

Sure enough, Liu Zhiyong's gaze looked over.

Martial artists already have a sixth sense beyond ordinary people, Qin Liang has been looking at it for so long, and it is strange that he is not discovered by the latter.

"I'm sorry, the fighting crit technique ended up falling into the Wang family."

In an open-air café on the street, Liu Zhiyong lowered his head, scratched the back of his head in pain, and said:

"The people of the Wang family persecuted her, beat her, scolded her, bullied her, I ...... I don't want her to be wronged...... Originally, you relied on fighting crit techniques, and maybe you could get a good score in the college entrance examination, but ...... I'm sorry! ”

"Coach, I understand you, come with me."

Qin Liang's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he patted the coach's shoulder, and pulled the latter up without saying anything.

"Virtual Martial Arts Gym."

After a few moments, the two came to the warrior block and stopped next to a building.

"What are you doing here?"

Liu Zhiyong was stunned.

The virtual martial arts hall is generally a martial artist who has just awakened the talent of star energy, where they practice martial arts.

This kind of equipment is very expensive to rent, and the martial artists facing it are some poor ghosts and rookies who have just awakened, so it is more chicken, and the rich senior martial artists are all killing fierce beasts in the wild, who will come here to waste time.

"You'll know when you get in."

Qin Liang and Liu Zhiyong went in and opened a reading practice room, this kind of reading practice room, you can see the outside, but you can't see the inside from the outside.

In the practice room, the virtual figure condensed, and Qin Liang connected to the biosensor, and as soon as his body moved, he broke through the sky towards the virtual figure.

As long as the human body is connected to a special biosensor, you can play against virtual humans, which feels very real.

Full Version, Fighting Crit Technique, Second Rank Martial Arts...... Open!

"Bang bang bang!"

Qin Liang's body was like the wind, and the fighting points were condensed one after another, and looking at Qin Liang's figure, Liu Zhiyong's eyes were bigger than a cow.

"This ...... This is...... Fighting Critical Strikes? ”

The figure of more than two meters tall couldn't stop trembling, and Liu Zhiyong was shocked.

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