As Lu Jing spoke in a low voice, he had already walked towards the outside of Qingliu Court.

And that Zhang Yuan's breath suddenly rose, and the bones of his body were sonorous, this was the sound of gold and iron fighting!

This is the case in the second level of the three levels of bone casting.

Zhang Yuan's body accelerated suddenly, his waist sank, and then he jumped up suddenly, like a boulder falling from a mountain, smashing towards Lu Jing......

He formed his hands into fists, and as he swung them, the violent wind rushed straight into Lu Jing's face.

Lu Jing was also calm, and all kinds of scenes of the Crocodile Demon Bone Casting Skill 36 came one after another.

His flesh and fascia suddenly began to vibrate, and his spirit was extremely focused.

He took a step forward with his right foot, and his waist horse took root!

"Crocodile Demon Fighting Style!"

Seeing Lu Jing punch out, the air around him seemed to roll up a whirlpool, and the sound of gold and iron sounded from him.

That powerful punch, from top to bottom, smashed towards Zhang Yuan!

Zhang Yuan crossed his arms and fell with a bang, causing a strong wind to blow.

But Lu Jing, who had a calm face, punched fiercely, devouring people fiercely, and hit Zhang Yuan's arm.

Bang!

Fists and arms slammed, making a dull sound.

Zhang Yuanru was subjected to a huge force, his body was stagnate in the air, and he used this force to fly out and land on the boulevard!

He stood still on the ground, only to feel his arm tingle and a slight shock in his eyes.

"Bone Ringing Gold Iron!"

Zhang Yuan's mind just moved, his eyes were still focused, and Lu Jing, whose breath was still surging, came forward.

His counterattack was too fast, and in an instant, a leg like gold and iron pressed Zhang Yuan's chest.

Zhang Yuan turned sideways, turned his five fingers up into claws, and hit Lu Jing's ribs.

Lu Jing's Thirty-six Crocodile Demon Bone Casting Skill kept coming to his mind, and his incomparably focused spirit made him make a choice in an instant.

But seeing that Lu Jing's face did not change at all, the iron leg was withdrawn in the air, and his right elbow was smashed down like a battering ram.

Boom! Boom!

Two times in succession, the air was like a green bamboo bursting.

Zhang Yuan's whole body was violently shaken, his fist and claw were bombarded by Lu Jing's right elbow, and his chest was also pumped by Lu Jing's iron leg.

The overwhelming force instantly hit his whole body.

This Lu Jingyi scholar has such courage! Such an iron body!

Zhang Yuan was furious! But he has also practiced martial arts for many days, the sound of gold and iron in his body does not retreat at all, the green tendons on his hands and arms burst out, and the sound of bones is endless!

Sonorous!

Zhang Yuan's fists roared like a storm, ignoring the sharp pain on his body, the skin and flesh of his body continued to shrink and twist, squeezing out all his strength, bursting and blasting towards Lu Jing's head!

Lu Jing's body stood, but his mind became more and more calm, the crocodile demon bone casting skill was running again and again, and the strength of his body turned into a surging wind, injected into his body, and fell into his fist.

At this moment, Lu Jing seemed to have turned into a mad crocodile, unfolding a huge crocodile, as if he was going to choose someone to devour!

"With the idea of the Great Sage Concept of King Yantian of the Ming Dynasty, and the cultivation genius life, my daily practice is better than the practice of ordinary martial artists for dozens of days!"

"Participating in research, being diligent and hardworking, practicing genius under the fate, my martial arts are comprehensible, if engraved in my mind, every move is the mystery of the crocodile demon bone casting skill, all these things, I can raise a breath of fearlessness, the god of self-confidence, how can I not win?"

Lu Jing's spirit is indomitable, and his eyes reveal the idea of victory!

Clang!

Lu Jing and Zhang Yuan collided with two fists!

Lu Jing's body roared, and the wind howled wildly, like a raging storm.

Zhang Yuan's eyes were bruised, and the muscles in his arms were cracked inch by inch, and then he ......

Zhang Yuan only felt a tyrannical power enter his body, and he shook all over, and blood bloomed on his arm.

The next moment, his body was like a rag, thrown out, and landed in the distant forest, smashing more than ten green bamboos.

Lu Jing was still standing in place, exhaling and closing his fists, his expression already calm.

His spirit became sharper and stronger, like a sharp sword, like a mountain!

"Martial artists are like steel and iron, and only by constantly sharpening can they become weapons, if I always win, the speed of martial arts entering the realm will be more courageous."

Lu Jing's thoughts were chaotic, and finally turned into a fleeting surprise, which came out of his eyes.

The idea of the Ming King's view, the crocodile demon casts the bones!

Cultivating geniuses, participating in research, and working diligently!

Coupled with his own talent roots, the sum of these kinds is so extraordinary.

"After the bones sound gold and iron, the bones are like a bell, and the bell rings like blood and blood!"

Lu Jing thought as he slowly walked towards Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan fell among the green bamboos, embarrassed.

His right arm had been shattered, his flesh had burst open, his chest and sternum had been broken, his internal organs had been forcibly squeezed, and a large mouthful of blood had been spat out.

The blood was mixed with bits and pieces of internal organs.

When Lu Jing saw this scene, he only felt extremely bloody, and when he still took a deep breath, he suppressed the discomfort in his heart.

"A gentleman is like a weapon, and it is not good to grind!" Lu Jing encouraged himself in his heart.

Qingyue in the distance didn't dare to look at Zhang Yuan, turned her back, but was still glad in her heart.

"It's too scary, but fortunately the young master is fine."

Lu Jing walked all the way to Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan's eyes slowly opened and closed, and he was like a gossamer.

But there was light in his eyes, which fell on Lu Jing, and his mind was already clear.

"Attacking and killing the house of the lord of the Lu Mansion as a slave deserves death."

Lu Jing slowly squatted down and looked at Zhang Yuan, who was constantly spitting blood.

"But if you die, Lu Jiang doesn't know my bravery, and if you don't see your miserable condition, he won't be even more angry."

"And since you are abolished, life is better than death, and you have paid the price."

Lu Jing patted Zhang Yuan's chest lightly, and his expression gradually cooled: "You go back and tell him that he is just a concubine, and he doesn't dare to attack me openly, he only dares to do something to replace death, and it is no wonder that he wants to vent his resentment against Nan Xuehu on me, and wants to use this to understand his thoughts." ”

"In that case......

Lu Jing stood up, his long body was erect, and the evening glow fell on his body, making him more and more dazzling.

"Lu Jiang thought that I was just a son-in-law, a concubine who was not favored, and I was dismissed by the Nanfu, so I felt that even if I was abolished, Mrs. Ning and Mrs. Zhong, who had always hated me, would turn a blind eye."

"He thinks that I am clearing the obstacle for everyone, as long as there is a substitute for the dead, you can sit back and relax......"

As Lu Jing spoke, he turned around slowly: "But he never thought that among these many trade-offs, I, Lu Jing, myself are the most important." ”

"Lu Mansion, Nan Mansion, Nan Heyu, Nan Xuehu, Old Taijun, Mrs. Zhong, plus you Lu Jiang, it seems that I have never thought about ......"

"To do these many things, you also need to ask my opinion, a chess piece and a thorn in the eye."

Lu Jing seemed to be talking to Zhang Yuan, and it seemed to be telling himself.

He whispered all the way to Qingyue's back.

"Qingyue." The indifference in Lu Jing's eyes disappeared, replaced by a touch of tenderness.

"Young Master...... Your hand...... Does it hurt? ”

Qingyue turned around and grabbed Lu Jing's hand.

"Let's go home."