Chapter VII
Looking at Jiang Ning, who was stunned in front of him, the white-haired young man didn't make a move immediately, and said coldly: "My generation of martial artists, if you affect your heart because of the words of others, how can you be worthy of the word martial arts?" β
Jiang Ning pursed his lips and said nothing.
"It's going against the sky, seizing the creation with heaven and earth, competing with the sun and the moon for glory, can you do it, can you do it, even if the sky decides, you don't have to pay attention to it."
After the mysterious old man heard the words of the white-haired young man, he just smiled, and had some expectations, the martial artist refining his body, cleaning the meridians, and cutting the marrow and bones is the first step, and strengthening his courage and strengthening his soul is the second step, and it is also the real most testing person, although Jiang Ning has the prototype of potential, but he has no potential of his own.
The white-haired boy kept preaching, and his voice became louder and louder.
"Remember, the people of my Jiang clan, on the day of acting, even if they meet the strong people of the Emperor Realm, they should be regarded as ants, and when the momentum rises, even if the sky is in front, you must let it kneel."
"What if it's less than 10 percent? My generation's determination is not to do it, but to think about it or not, it should be as simple as that. β
At this moment, it is clear that the ancestor of the Jiang family is also a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, like a towering mountain, standing horizontally in front of him, the majesty of the momentum, the peak of the spirit, incomparable!
I only feel that the person in front of me is invincible in the world, without the strength of the physique, and without the height of the realm.
The young man in white suddenly shouted, "Just like now, if you don't even dare to punch me, it's better to go out and strangle that little girl, so as not to complain about the heavens and others." β
Jiang Ning's breathing suddenly stagnated, his eyes were red, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
The original depressed heart was swept away, replaced by only one thought, three words, simple.
"I can!"
In an instant, a domineering momentum rose from Jiang Ning's body.
Spiritual power is like boiling water, and the qi in the body is constantly circulating.
In the next second, Jiang Ning took the initiative for the first time.
First, he stepped out in one step, and then the figure suddenly disappeared, and the movement was so fast that it faintly carried the sound of wind and thunder.
A punch blasted out, Jiang Ning's whole body was musculoskeletal, like a dragon going out to sea, the dragon's spine was churning, and the power of the momentum was above the punch.
I don't care if you are the strongest ten thousand years ago, or the ancestor of the Jiang family, the person who stands in front of me, you should kneel down when you see me!
"Overbearing!"
The white-haired boy looked at this punch, a rare smile appeared on his face, and then stepped out, the same punch.
"Bang!"
Jiang Ning's right arm was shattered, but the offensive did not stop, and he jumped in the air and kicked the white-haired young man's chest.
The white-haired boy resisted a hard kick, and he also punched non-stop, and in the blink of an eye, three punches from the left and right smashed into Jiang Ning's chest.
Jiang Ning flew out sideways, and the figure of the young man in white also disappeared in place, Jiang Ning's pupils contracted when he saw this, and his left elbow struck back, which was exactly where the young man in white appeared.
An elbow struck the white-haired boy on the temple, but he only tilted his head slightly before taking it.
Then more than a dozen punches slammed into Jiang Ning's back, and the bones exploded like firecrackers, all of which were broken bones.
"Poof!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, Jiang Ning's spine broke, and the whole person fell to the ground heavily, and his whole body trembled violently as if it were spasmodic.
The white-haired young man crossed his arms around his chest, overlooking the young man who was curled up in pain on the ground, and the eighteen punches he had used all his strength to hit Jiang Ning's eighteen meridian bones, hitting Jiang Ning's dying bleak state.
The young man sneered: "Hmph, although it is domineering, what is the use? The papier-mΓ’chΓ© physique is only eighteen punches, just like a dead man, it is really unsightly! can't withstand thirty punches, you are not the strongest in the quenching body realm, what are you talking about in the Purple Mansion Extreme Realm, it is better to die with that little girl. β
Jiang Ning, who was covered in blood, couldn't even speak, but this time he didn't pass out, his eyes were red, and the blood foam in his mouth kept overflowing, struggling to get up and continue to punch.
Seeing this, the white-haired young man kicked out, and Jiang Ning's whole person flew out sideways and hit the wall hard, this kick was like the last straw, completely crushing Jiang Ning, and he passed out directly.
Looking at Jiang Ning's clenched fists, there was a tendency to punch, condensed but not dispersed, the white-haired young man smiled slightly, leaned over to pick up Jiang Ning, threw it out of the tower, and said to himself: "The momentum has been completed, and the next thing is to quench the body, simple." β
"Jiang Han, why did you, the immovable character of the iceberg, suddenly change your personality and be so interested in a junior of the Jiang family?"
The faint voice of the mysterious old man came down from the top of the tower.
At this time, the white-haired young man sitting on the first floor replied with an indifferent expression: "I'm just thinking about the body realm, I don't know about the things you told me before, so don't confuse me with Jiang Han you know." β
The mysterious old man smiled: "It turns out that you have a strong temper since you were a child." β
....
Early the next morning, the city lord's mansion.
A delicate and slender girl sat quietly in the gazebo, lowered her eyes, and looked at the porcelain cup painted with mountains and rivers in her hand, although it had not yet grown, but it had begun to take shape as a beauty.
"Xiao Gongzi has broken through to the one-star soul refining realm, but Jiang Ning seriously injured Xiao Qiang of the six-star quenching body realm with one punch yesterday, miss, do you think it is necessary to ease the relationship with Jiang Ning? Send someone to deliver some healing medicine? β
The girl raised her eyes and glanced at the maid named Magpie faintly, "Ease? If Jiang Ning's spiritual vein is still there, I will still think about it, now that he is a wasted person, it is not worth it. β
"Besides, I have already made a marriage contract with Xiao Qin, and when Xiao Qin wins the city election and enters that genius academy, my achievements in the future will definitely not be low, and at that time, I, Yan Yuting, will naturally be on the rise, why bother to do this for the sake of a wasted person, so as not to let Xiao Qin's son misunderstand."
The maidservant named Magpie nodded, "That's what Miss said." β
"Go, send that hundred-year-old blood lingzhi to Xiao Mansion, just say that it is my gift to Xiao Gongzi, and at the same time announce the whole city, the engagement banquet between me and Xiao Qin Gongzi, on the day of the city election, I want to be happy."
"Yes, miss."
Shortly after the magpie left, a middle-aged man with a majestic face strode up.
"Father." Jiang Yanting got up and saluted.
"Sit."
The person who came was Yan Beihe, the lord of Pingyang City, and it was also one of the few purple mansions in Pingyang City.
"I heard you want to put your engagement day in the city?"
Yan Yuting nodded, which was an acknowledgement.
Yan Beihe had no opinion on his daughter's decision, but said with a smile: "Sure enough, she is my daughter, and she has courage, but you should have heard about Jiang Ning's defeat of the Six-Star Quenching Body Realm with one punch, right?" β
Yan Yuting replied: "Well, I heard about it, but the destruction of his spiritual veins is a foregone conclusion, and my daughter is not worried." β
"Well, Xiao Qin and Jiang Ning, the Xiao family behind Xiao Qin is not comparable to Jiang Ning, we married the Xiao family, plus Xiao Qin entered the Tianqiong Academy, in the future, this Pingyang City will be what the two of us say."
Yan Beihe's words changed: "However, in order to prevent accidents, in a few days, I will ask Yan Gao to go to Wu's house to deliver an invitation, and by the way, explore the reality of Jiang Ning, Yuting, I won't blame my father for choosing Xiao Qin, right?" β
Looking at the exquisite porcelain cup in her hand, Yan Yuting shook her head, revealing a trace of indifference in her eyes.
"If you want to blame him, you can only blame him Jiang Ning's surname Jiang, not Xiao!"