"What the hell was on my mind! This black-robed man with a laughter like a duck can't be the eldest son of my family. ”

It's not that Dad Wang doesn't like his eldest son, but his eldest son's martial arts qualifications.

It's not that Dad Wang himself brags about himself, but if he gives his eldest son another twenty years, Dad Wang doubts that he will be able to reach his current level.

Sometimes, there is such a thing as martial arts qualifications, which really can't be denied.

Just like his two small ones, Dad Wang never doubted that they could become "warriors".

But then again, the eldest son's martial arts are put aside, but he is far superior to himself in other aspects.

He doesn't need Wang's father to worry about him.

After all, there are people who are willing to raise him.

Don't think that the eldest son who is out of tune doesn't know what he did secretly at Li Yuanzhu's house behind his back, and what several other people did.

The Old Father Forever ...... They were all watching him silently.

Anyway, Wang's father thinks that it is not strange that the eldest son will be directly divided into five equal parts one day.

In the future, don't let him come to help his younger brothers and sisters, if he can not lift his roof directly, Dad Wang will be thankful.

"Wait, it's all at this juncture, why am I still thinking about that unobtrusive son in my head."

It turns out that Wang Li is really Wang's father's species.

At least, this kind of brainstorming and spiritual behavior that disagrees with each other is really not something that ordinary families can learn.

"Quack quack~~" At the moment when Dad Wang was slightly stunned, before the black-robed person arrived, the voice had already spread first, and in the blink of an eye, he had already come to him.

Dad Wang woke up in an instant, and quickly put behind the extremely abnormal idea of "this guy is like my son".

"Black warrior?"

Father Wang asked tentatively, and slowly stood up.

The "mixed element internal force" violently crumbled in his body, stirring up one small vortex after another on his clothes, like a spring that had been pressed down by the limit, waiting for the moment when it suddenly exploded.

In fact, in the Han Federation, the scope of "black warriors" is actually very wide.

It is not only those warriors who believe in evil gods, worship evil spirits, transplant brute blood, completely abandon their own world, and devote themselves to another world, another civilization for the sake of power.

For example, cultivating evil and demonic skills, sacrificing blood to one's body, and other martial arts that betray human norms, or even martial artists who do whatever it takes to break through the realm of martial arts and thus lose the moral integrity that they should have as a "human", are all directly classified as "black warriors".

The Han Federation has long had written regulations, and if a black warrior is found, if he can be killed directly. Not only will he not bear any legal responsibility, but he can also be rewarded with real money from the Han Federation!

Just like what Wang's father is now placed in front of him, it is almost the "one turn Baiyang Dan" worth decades of Wang's farmhouse. As long as he can kill a black warrior, even if it is only at the level of a martial artist, he can at least exchange for more than five!

But the instinct of living beings to continue to evolve upwards is unstoppable, even if the Han Federation has been so strictly guarded, but the warriors who have joined the ranks of "black warriors" are still in an endless stream.

What's more, in essence, there is no absolute difference between "black warrior" and "warrior".

There is no very special method, sometimes you can never know if someone who passes you on the street will be a black warrior who has killed countless people and has no humanity.

But Dad Wang can't confirm others, and there is no way to confirm the black-robed man in front of him?

Although it was an inquiry, in fact, no matter how the black-robed man on the other side answered, Dad Wang had already affirmed this "answer" in his heart.

After all, the news that I found the "Black Warrior" in the suburbs of Junshi City has been overwhelmingly reported recently.

No matter how lonely Dad Wang is, no matter how lonely the master is, the master is lonely, he also got the information early.

What's more, the black-robed man in front of him has no face, and he looks like an orphan at a glance, so if you have to say that he is not a "black warrior", who believes this!

"Quack ~ Quack ......" Wang Li put on the black robe that he was exchanging from the system, and casually threw the sack he was carrying at his feet, with his hands in his pockets, and he didn't know what a friend was: "Since you have seen it clearly, then I will say it generously, yes, I am a black warrior!" ”

"Boom!"

In an instant, before Wang Li's voice fell, Wang Dad had already stepped over three zhang in one step, like a light hummingbird in mid-air, floating backwards and forwards, floating uncertainly, indescribably determining the direction

Then Wang's father stretched out his palm, but it was like a sword with a cold edge, reflecting the edge, straight and flat towards Wang Li's neck.

The internal force of the mixed element was noisy between Wang Dad's fingers, and it was making a piercing sound like the chirping of thousands of bees, which was the sound of extremely fast internal force flowing, rubbing and tearing the air!

Jingkong Sword Technique - Hummingbird Pose!

In his early years, Dad Wang studied in the "Jingkong Higher Vocational University", which ranked among the top 100 universities in the Han Federation, close to the 457th place.

This university does not pay attention to internal cultivation, but has made many profound achievements in external skills, especially various light and agile swordsmanship.

Jingkong swordsmanship, as the signature of this university, is naturally innovated every year, creating a variety of new sword moves and sword styles to be codified.

The most profound martial arts education that Dad Wang has received in his life is all learned in this university, and every move, even if twenty or thirty years have passed, it is still full of the flavor of "Jingkong Vocational Higher University".

Even after a few decades, his sword moves are getting older and more spicy, and in terms of the "hummingbird" style, there is almost no flaw at all!

But what doesn't have a flaw is just Wang Dad's sword moves, and he himself is the biggest flaw.

Wang Li tried to suppress his strength, lest he be careless, and with a light finger he would go down, and he would immediately kneel on the ground and beg his father not to die.

But after thinking about it, classmate Wang made a wrong step, his head tilted back heavily, and he was extremely embarrassed to finally dodge this sword move that could almost cut off his head.

With a missed stab, Dad Wang took another step forward, his body was like a big peng spreading his wings, his right hand pinched a sword trick, his wrist turned slightly, the air opened a large circle of white light flashing in the shock, and pulled out a long series of whistling sounds, and the strong wind tightened in all directions, completely enveloping Wang Li!

Jingkong Sword Technique - Jinpeng Style!

I saw that in the sword circle opened by Wang Dad, the finger sword trick changed continuously before and after, left and right, the sword light was like snow, the cold light was shining, sometimes like Peng claws curved, sometimes like Peng wings arcing, which was dizzying and difficult to resist.

Wang Li stretched out his fingers and clicked again and again, clicking on Wang's father's palm, and it seemed to be extremely hurried and chaotic, before he broke free from Wang's father's sword moves.

Seeing this, Dad Wang's heart was suddenly settled, and the black martial artist in front of him seemed to be at the same level as himself.

The advantage is in me, I can win this wave!!