Early the next morning, Wang Yiming didn't want to take the sword and golden silk armor given by his parents to compete, after all, it was valuable to win the competition by his own strength.

But thinking that this was also a piece of his parents' heart, Wang Yiming had no choice but to bring it.

Early in the morning, Wang Yiming left Wang's house with a few family members, among whom the old horse led the horse for him, and several people walked to the grove north of the town.

Maybe it was because it was too early, and Wang Yiming didn't see a single figure on the street.

Coming to the small forest in the north of the town, there is a vacant land here, which is very suitable for him and Song Jingming to compete, and the surrounding environment is also very quiet, surrounded by green trees, uninhabited, and belongs to the natural oxygen bar.

On the other side, Song Jingming and the others were already waiting in the open space.

Song Jingming also only brought a few family members, including Lao Wu, and no family elders were present.

It seems that both sides have followed this tacit agreement, and this is just a competition between young people, and it does not have to involve the adults in the family.

Wang Yiming walked to the open space with his sword in his hand, and when he saw Song Jingming's outfit, the whole person was stupid!

Song Jingming was wearing a fully wrapped black iron armor, wrapped from head to toe, holding a two-meter-long black iron spear in his hand, looking aggressive.

As soon as Wang Yiming saw Song Jingming's outfit, he complained: "! Isn't it just a competition? Do you need to be so well armed? ”

In the face of Wang Yiming's ridicule, Song Jingming looked disappreciative, and he said lightly: "Aren't you also wearing the golden silk soft armor given by your family?" ”

Wang Yiming's coat was covered with the golden silk armor given to him by his mother, and at this time, a little corner was exposed on the collar of his chest, which was keenly observed by Song Jingming.

Wang Yiming's old face was flushed, and he quietly tugged at his collar, and changed his words: "Originally, we didn't stipulate that we couldn't wear armor in this competition, since we all wore it, so be it!" ”

Song Jingming snorted coldly.

He didn't want to wear this exaggerated armor, but before leaving, Lao Wu repeatedly advised him that the time for the Blood Demon Sect to confess had not yet arrived, and he must not make a mistake here.

Therefore, he was asked to wear this Blood Demon Armor refined by the secret method of the Blood Demon Sect, which was second to none in the Nether Realm, and it did not interfere with the operation of Song Jingming's True Qi.

Make sure that Song Jingming will win the competition with Wang Yiming with one blow, and don't interfere with the plans of the Blood Demon Sect later.

So Song Jingming put it on.

He didn't expect that when he came to the competition today, Wang Yiming also wore a gold silk soft armor, so that everyone was the same, and he had no psychological burden.

"How are you going to compare?"

Wang Yiming walked casually to the center of the clearing and asked.

Song Jingming raised the spear in his hand, pointed at the sword in Wang Yiming's hand, and said, "Since you have brought weapons, then we will see the true chapter on the weapons." What if one party admits defeat or loses the ability to act, and is judged to have lost? ”

Wang Yiming thought for a while: "Okay! Let's do it! ”

Then Wang Yiming stood there.

Song Jingming looked at Wang Yiming for a while, with a strange expression on his face.

Wang Yiming's aggressive posture left a deep impression on him yesterday, why didn't he take the lead and strike first today?

On the contrary, he looks like he has no fighting spirit at all? It's as if you've entered the state of a sage.

Wang Yiming really didn't want to compete with Song Jingming much, but he didn't know what the reason was, and he was thinking about it.

Suddenly, Wang Yiming's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and shouted:

"That's right! Say a few words of pretense! It must be because you don't pretend to be forced, so I don't have the motivation to beat you! ”

After listening to Wang Yiming's words, Song Jingming stayed there!

What pretending? I don't pretend to be forced, you're not motivated yet?

What kind of ghost logic is this?

Wang Yiming thought about it carefully, if it was because of this, he would not have no fighting spirit at all.

Suddenly, Wang Yiming thought that the reason why he no longer had a competitive heart for Song Jingming in front of him must be because he comprehended the seven moves last night.

The wonderful rhythm that those seven moves brought to him opened up another world for him.

Now Wang Yiming already knows that he is invincible in this realm, and he is not afraid of anyone, and Song Jingming in front of him is not his opponent at all.

If he competes with himself, he must win.

Now that the outcome of the competition in front of you is already doomed, is it better than a ball?

Wang Yiming suddenly felt very bored, shook his head and said, "Forget it! Not comparable! You're no match for me! ”

Song Jingming was stunned!

What? You came over early in the morning to take a look, and you knew that I wasn't your match?

How do I feel like you're pretending?

Song Jingming had just broken through the tenth layer of the Blood Demon Sutra last night, and his strength had already surpassed that of the Fire Realm, but in Wang Yiming's eyes, he was no different from what he had seen three days ago.

And even worse.

Because he himself has mastered a more powerful wonderful rhythm, with the blessing of this rhythm, Wang Yiming is not afraid of any opponent in the same realm, even if he is a master of the condensation realm, he dares to touch it.

And Song Jingming in front of him was even worse than what he saw three days ago. Wang Yiming didn't bother to compete with him at all, this is the gap between dragons and ants.

After speaking, Wang Yiming was about to turn around and leave.

That's right!

He's idle, what did he do with this stupid contest? Leave this time to understand the golden fist technique in his mind, isn't he fragrant?

"Stop!"

Song Jingming was really angry when he saw that Wang Yiming was really going to turn around and leave!

Especially Wang Yiming's otherworldly look of contempt for him really made him feel like he had been defeated by Wang Yiming.

He had just broken through the tenth layer of the Blood Demon Sutra, suppressed the realm, and was ready to march into the ranks of true geniuses, and was selected by the Upper Realm Blood Demon Sect as a cultivation genius!

He was actually looked down upon by a hillbilly in the nether, how could he bear it?

"Aren't you afraid that you will leave like this, and when I go back, I will tell everyone that you are afraid of losing to me, so you fled in a cowardice?"

Song Jingming said provocatively.

He wanted to force Wang Yiming to do something with him, he really didn't want to see Wang Yiming's detached expression.

And he plans to leave and put his back on his own, who is this looking down on?

Wang Yiming turned his head, sighed and said, "Hey-who is strong and who is weak, everyone knows at a glance!" Do you still need to pretend to be a clown here? ”

Listening to Wang Yiming's words, Song Jingming's angry face kept twitching, what Wang Yiming said was the same as everyone had already seen that he was not as good as Wang Yiming.

But around, the Song family's family and the Wang family's family were all confused.

I don't know what kind of nerves Wang Yiming is having, and he hasn't started the competition yet! How could he already say that Song Jingming had lost to him?

And looking at Song Jingming's equipment, the people on the Wang family's side also sweated for Wang Yiming.

In terms of simple appearance, other people's equipment is stronger than yours, and a sword and a gold silk armor on your body are really the same as the toys sold on the stalls.

Even the Wang family's own family is worried about Wang Yiming!

But this guy says he's already won! And he said it as if he had already tried.

And Wang Yiming turned his head, sighed, and continued to walk out after saying this.

Song Jingming's face kept shaking, and his eyes were about to pop out when he was angry!

Suddenly, without warning, he stabbed at Wang Yiming.

"I'd like to see how you pretend to be extraordinary! How do you still have a detached expression! ”

Song Jingming's shot full of murderous intent directly won Wang Yiming's heart.

He wanted to see how Wang Yiming could say in such an extraordinary situation, "No need to compare!" The end is already doomed! "Come on with such a pretence.

"Be careful"

The family members on the Wang family's side were shocked when they saw Song Jingming's sudden shooting.

The word "be careful" only sounded in their heads, but before they could say a word of warning, the movements of the two on the field had already exceeded their speed of speech.

I saw Wang Yiming turn around leisurely, draw his sword to block Song Jingming's move, and he also said indifferently:

"What am I talking about? The end is already doomed! You still don't believe it, you have to try! ”

Another meaning of Wang Yiming's words is: You have to stretch out your face and let me beat it!

I've never seen such a cheap person!