Chapter Seventy-Six: How to Praise It
"Tai Sui is in the sky!" Yang Ren's body flew more than three meters in the air, and his legs kicked forward diagonally in a row, his legs were strong, and he seemed to be able to kick through the copper wall.
"Big old is invisible!" Yang Ren advanced with his legs alternately, his hands turned into palms, his palms were like two steel knives, and he slashed forward repeatedly, although there was nothing on the other side, but each slash made a crisp sound, as if there was a substantial melon and vegetable being chopped.
Yang Ren's footsteps are calm and dignified, his posture is natural and soothing, his strength is rigid and soft, sometimes his iron fist is like a hammer, sometimes his palm is like flying, sometimes his legs are kicking, every move is smooth, his body shape is like a dragon, after practice, his speed is getting faster and faster, and he is extremely fast, only to see shadows flickering on the playground.
"Huh~Ha~Roar~" Yang Ren quickly took a breath, gathered in the dantian, and rotated around the dantian for several weeks, and then opened his mouth and roared violently, and a powerful air flow rushed out of his mouth, producing bursts of sonic boom around the playground, causing some kind of distortion and tremor in the void. The birds and insects perched on the surrounding trees were shocked and fell from the branches and flew into the sky. If there were people within 50 meters, they would definitely be shocked to the point that their scalp was numb and their hearts were broken.
The night is quiet, and the moonlight is like water.
Yang Ren stepped into the runway, turned on the mobile phone timer, and started running along the runway, like a shadowless cheetah, it took only 21 seconds to complete the first two laps, and the speed reached 130 kilometers per hour, he did not stop, and continued to run forward with thunder, a total of 35 laps, and the entire 35 laps took only ten minutes, which was converted into a speed of 84 kilometers per hour.
After a short rest, Yang Ren ran more than a dozen steps on the runway, and then pressed his heel on the ground a little, and his body bounced up diagonally to the ground, reaching the highest position more than five meters above the ground, and then landing along the descending parabola, the landing point was about thirteen meters away from the starting line, which was equivalent to crossing the void.
"It's amazing, if I want to run, ordinary obstacles can't stop me at all!" Yang Ren raised his chin, and the corners of his mouth hooked up into a smug smile.
Then Yang Ren went into the lake to soak as usual, which also became a habit for him, because after every cultivation, his body would heat up, as if the small stove inside was lit again.
Now the lake is not cold for him at all, and it even feels a little hot, especially after knowing that there is cold air in the green pool.
"When will you go to Qingshuitan Bubbles? How refreshing the slightest chill and freezing feeling should be! It must be ten times more comfortable than here!"
Just thinking about it, it was as if a trace of cold air was gathering from the surroundings, making Yang Ren feel comfortable and beautiful.
But Qingshuitan is not something that can be entered casually, because it is a forbidden area! If he is caught, the punishment is much more severe than that of being caught swimming in Jinghu, so Yang Ren can't go as soon as he wants, he has to look for opportunities.
In the morning, Yang Ren cultivated as usual, never stopping, although for him, it was easier to cultivate at night, but the time in the morning could not be wasted, and the results of the previous night's cultivation could be consolidated.
After breakfast, a black Benza sedan with smooth and steady lines stopped steadily at the door of the dormitory building.
A young man in his twenties, with Sichuan eyebrows, goldfish eyes, and a flat haircut, looked very energetic, saw Yang Ren appear at the door of the dormitory building, quickly opened the door and got out of the car, walked around to the outside of the right car door, stretched out his hand to open the car door, and said respectfully: "Master Yang, please get in the car!"
"I'll come on my own, I'll come on my own. Yang Ren said with a smile, to be honest, he felt a little uncomfortable being served in front of everyone.
The classmates who passed by the car all looked sideways and muttered, "Why does this guy have a car to pick up and drop off every day." ”
"And he was waited to get into the car. ”
"Is this guy developed?"
After getting into the car, Yang Yi's ass sat down in the back seat and looked around to see the interior of the car. The Benda sedan has mahogany trim on the inside of the doors, dark red leather seats, and a luxurious interior that looks even more upscale than the horse-racing car that Ren is driving eastward.
Xiao Ling returned to the driving position, started the car, lightly stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove out smoothly, he was quite skilled in driving, controlling the steering wheel with his white gloved hand, occasionally rotating slightly, the vehicle drove smoothly and quickly, and soon left the school gate, turned left, and drove in the direction of the downtown area.
"Master Ling, where are we going?" Yang Ren asked casually, his eyes looking at the street scene outside the window.
"Master Yang, you can just call me Xiao Ling. Xiao Ling turned his head and smiled humbly at Yang Ren, "Let's go to the bronze club on Jinghu South Road now, and Mr. Ling will be waiting for you there." ”
"Master Xiao Ling, don't call me Master Yang, you can also call me Xiao Yang. Yang Ren said with a smile, being called Master Yang by a master who drove a car, it sounded weird, and he felt like he had become a Shinto looking at feng shui.
"How dare I do this!" Xiao Ling shook his head and said humorously, "Even Mr. Ling calls you Master Yang, I am a little driver, even if I call you Master Yang, it is not too much to call you Master Yang!"
Yang Ren smiled, stopped arguing about this matter, and asked on a different topic: "Master Xiao Ling, can you tell me about Mr. Ling, although I have met him twice, I still don't know much about many things." ”
As soon as Ling Chen was mentioned, Xiao Ling immediately gushed endlessly, and his eyebrows fluttered and he introduced: "Ling is always the chairman of Lingchen Group, his name is Ling Chen, our President Ling started from scratch, relying on his own efforts and ingenuity, he has a net worth of more than one billion, and he once entered the ranks of the top ten outstanding young people in Jinghu County ten years ago. Now Mr. Ling's net worth has been ranked within the top 100 in Jinghu for many years. ”
"Oh, Mr. Ling is amazing!" Yang Ren praised with a thumbs up. But in his heart, he was thinking, this Mr. Ling, who has a net worth of more than one billion, is still haunting such a low-grade antique bazaar, and is stubbornly trying to buy those tubes full of fakes, what is he trying to do? The rich man's thoughts are really incomprehensible.
"Master Yang has become a master respected by Mr. Ling when he is young!" Xiao Ling turned his head and glanced at Yang Ren, his eyes were full of admiration, "As a rich man, Mr. Ling behaves in a low-key manner, and under normal circumstances, he will not praise others easily, but after returning from the antique bazaar, Mr. Ling is full of praise for Master Yang!"
"Oh, how does Ling always praise me?" Yang Ren unconsciously became interested, leaned forward, and asked with a smile.
"What's the praise? Xiao Ling laughed dryly, he actually just said casually, he didn't remember exactly what Ling always praised, so now he can only sweep the dry intestines and temporarily organize the vocabulary, "Mr. Ling said, Master Yang is young and promising, with superb wisdom, and has deep attainments in the antique world. ”
"What else?" Yang Ren asked with a smile.