"Yin and Yang divide the heavens and the earth, and the yin and yang gather the heavens and the emperor collapses"

This is the spell of the Yin and Yang Realm, and now my little Yin and Yang power is not enough to build momentum, and there must be other spells in the real Taiyan Jing Yin and Yang Realm.

Wang Zimo adjusted Pingyou's position to ensure that Pingyou was pulled out in the shortest possible time.

Then he sat cross-legged on the top of the camel peak, looking at Sanhezhuang with a complicated expression.

The thick black knife eyebrows frowned slightly, the prince closed his eyes silently, and the expression on his cold knife face was immediately hidden.

Qianjun swept the Shadowless Fist in Wang Zimo's mind over and over again, he took the Shadowless Fist as the basic skill, and subdivided each movement of the punch into three sets of short boxing and knife techniques.

Elbow fist whirling storm, turn over to take the head, and there is a move to prevent the fatal punch!

If Han Dudu saw Wang Zimo's boxing skills, he would be surprised, these three sets of boxing techniques are the original version of Shadowless Boxing, but Wang Zimo only found three sets, and two sets of basic skills were hidden by Han Dudu in the enemy camp alone.

After mastering the three sets of boxing techniques, Wang Zimo re-examined his body.

At this time, although he was only seventeen years old, he had already become in his twenties. After the Taiyan quenching body, the height has increased dramatically, the body has become stronger and stronger, and the white and tender milk fat has completely turned into bronze muscles, and it looks like it is indeed a little anxious.

The prince looked back at the miasma, his eyes full of hostility.

There, forever keep his two years of life!

"This brother, how do you get to Sanhezhuang?"

"Brother?"

Seeing that Wang Zimo did not respond, the man asked again, "May I ask how to go to Sanhezhuang?"

Hearing someone call him, Wang Zimo slowly withdrew his gaze.

When he turned around, he suddenly saw a young man in a sky blue splendid costume, standing behind him, squinting his eyes and smiling innocently.

Stranger, with red lips and white teeth, a thin and high forehead, a slightly wide chin, large ears, a bun on the top of his head, and a dark silver hairpin on it.

This person was carrying a three-foot long sword, and although he was smiling, he couldn't hide the surging blood in his heart.

The prince looked at it silently.

The man was dressed in a sky blue costume and was close to the body, with a dark blue bright thread embroidered with a double Jiao texture, which was luxurious and dignified. It's just that the face on the snow-white neckline is so ugly that it obviously doesn't match this outfit!

Seeing that the other party was looking left and right at himself as if he was looking in a mirror, always keeping his mouth closed and not speaking, the man bowed his hand and smiled again: "In Xia Lu Dutian, I don't know what Brother Tai is called?"

"Wang Mo!"

The prince returned the salute silently, pointed to the small village at the foot of the mountain, and said, "That's Sanhezhuang." Then he turned and walked to the stream, and drank a sip of water to satisfy his hunger.

Right now, he hadn't eaten all night, and half of the berries had been swept away by the sacred tree, and he hadn't come back.

After drinking, the prince silently picked some wild fruits, and caught up with Lu Dutian while eating, "Brother, please stay!"

Lu Dutian didn't know why, and turned to look at Wang Zimo, "Brother Wang, is there something?"

"Oh, it's okay, I just want to tell you, when you pass by that mass grave, you have to go far away, that place is very evil!"

From Lu Dutian's guarded eyes, Wang Zimo didn't see the hostility, waved his hand and said calmly: "Let's go!"

"Thank you Brother Tai for the reminder!"

Lu Dutian thanked him again and invited: "Won't Brother Tai come with me?"

The prince shook his head silently.

I saw Lu Dutian throw the long sword behind his back into the air, fly and jump on the back of the sword, and after saying goodbye to the prince, he turned into a green rainbow and went away. Passing by the sky above the mass grave, Lu Dutian suddenly crooked his body and fell down for a few zhang before he stabilized his figure, and quickly turned around with a big turn.

"Come out!"

Wang Zimo's voice was cold, he had already sensed that there were killers hidden in the Black Forest, but they didn't act because of Lu Dutian.

Walking out of the miasma and stepping into the Black Forest, Wang Zimo felt very strange, and carefully observed that it was not that there were no villagers of Sanhezhuang hunting, but that the prey had already been scared away. And they ran so panickedly that one of them even crashed into a tree and died.

It's not ordinary villagers who can make animals scared.

Then, there is no doubt that it must be someone from the Han family.

Maybe there is still the Liu family, and there may be the Wang family hidden in the depths.

When Wang Zimo was practicing boxing, Lu Dutian stood behind him and watched. He felt that the young man in front of him was very fateful, and deliberately gave him time to practice, and then invited him to go with him, but after being rejected by Wang Zimo, he couldn't help but show an expression of appreciation.

Five members of the Han family emerged from the Black Forest.

They were all wearing black tights, and judging from their outfits, they should have studied the Han family's boxing techniques.

Four of the five were men and one woman.

Four of the men were the same age as Wang Ji, and only the girl was the same age as Wang Zimo.

"It's Han Dimeng!"

Wang Zimo sighed in his heart that when he was a child, they still played together, stepped on mud together, and played in the stream with bare buttocks together.

Who would have thought that more than ten years later, their childhood playmates would meet each other like this?

"Rebel!"

Han Tianhong, the leader, controlled his trembling lips, stared at Wang Zimo with red eyes, those slitted eyes were about to break, pointed at Wang Zimo and gritted his teeth and said: "Next year's recent day is your death day, just use your head to comfort Tianyu!"

"Brother Tianhong, let me come first!"

As soon as Han Tianhong finished speaking, Han Dimeng rushed to the front with his fists clenched. After getting Han Tianhong's acquiescence, Han Dimeng slowly turned around, puffed up his chest proudly, and walked in front of Wang Zimo step by step.

"I want to avenge Brother Tianyu!"

Han Dimeng sobbed softly. Then he pointed at Wang Zimo and gritted his teeth and said: "Wang Mo, this time without the Yin family's rotten Nizi to protect you, I see what else you have to do! If you steal the Han family's boxing skills with just those few tricks, I advise you to obediently stick your head over!"

When they played together, Han Dimeng looked like an eldest sister, and the ghostly Wang Zimo was even more jealous of Yin Jitong's beauty and was full of prejudice against her.

The prince was silent, and looked at her four brothers over Han Dimeng, weighing in his heart that if the five of them went together, he would have a chance of survival.

Sanhezhuang can't go back, the Han family is bullying, the Liu family is undecided, and the Wang family has long been flattering to the Han family.

Da Ji killed Liu Hou's son Liu Houzi, his family has always been high-flying, and this time he will definitely not give up. And he slaughtered Han Tianyu, the second son of the head of the Han family, the three clans offended the two clans, and going back is equivalent to looking for death!

However, judging from Han Tianhong's expression, the Han family has not yet had the idea of beating the Wang family, and the head of the Wang family is hindered by the clan's oral style, so he has to protect the safety of his parents even if he is pretending.

Thinking of this, Wang Zimo suddenly relaxed, and even hooked the corners of his lips and smiled.

That Han Dimeng thought that Wang Zimo was laughing at her, and suddenly her angry little face turned red and white, and she gritted her teeth and scolded angrily: "Little waste, look how you will cry and call your mother later!"

"Really?"

The prince laughed even more, as if he had heard a big joke, and his mouth was about to reach the root of his ears, and he almost leaned back and closed his stomach in his hand.

"You!"

Han Di dreams of taking advantage of his tongue and tries to provoke Wang Zimo with waste. Seeing that the other party did not set up at all, he simply stopped wasting his tongue.

At this time, the other four also came out of the Black Forest and stretched the distance between each other, invisibly blocking Wang Zimo's retreat to hide again.

Now if Wang Zimo wants to run, he can only flee to the Sanhezhuang Valley in Pingchuan, or fight to the death with the five clansmen of the Han family!

Han Dimeng clenched his fists, prepared to attack, circled around Wang Zimo twice, and finally stopped in front of the right.

She wore a fist spur on her hand and a dragon moon knife about the same length as her on her back, as if she was following the same path as Wang Zimo.

That's why she was the first to rush out.

She is the only one in the Han family. Just now, I watched Wang Zimo practice the Han family's boxing skills, and seeing that he was carrying a long knife on his back, he must have also secretly learned the Han family's knife skills.

"Three thousand flying fists are like a mountain!"

Han Di came up in a dream and used the strongest move, and in an instant, the fist shadow fell from the sky like a mountain, covering the sun in the sky, and came to Wang Zimo in the blink of an eye.

With Han Dimeng's strength, the speed of punching can reach eighty in an instant, and in her opinion, it is very easy to deal with Wang Zimo!

With long black and bright hair dancing wildly with the fist wind, Han Dimeng raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Wang Zimo with slanted eyes. Countless fist shadows came in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, Wang Zimo was surrounded.

Draw the ground as a dungeon, a turtle in an urn.

The three thousand flying fists really came like a mountain, and they pressed over from all directions with a style like a bamboo. Han Dimeng is heroic, there is no one in his eyes, exactly the same as when he was a child, and he has not changed at all.

Wang Zimo couldn't dodge in the shadow of the fist, but he was calm and unfazed.

The battle starts fast and ends quickly!

No one saw how Wang Zimo made a move, but when Han Dimeng fell to the ground, he saw Wang Zimo holding the Pingyou knife in his hand, and the blade was still dripping with residual blood.

"Bubbling ......"

Han Dimeng spat scarlet blood foam in his mouth in disbelief, and when he saw Wang Zimo's tall body spinning, he realized that his head was cut off.

Wang Zimo's victory was not a crushing strength, but in fact, he and Han Dimeng were between them. This time, it was completely Han Dimeng who underestimated the enemy, thinking that Wang Zimo would fight with her fist to fist and knife to knife like her brothers.

She who never really fought, died on "innocence"!

"You!"

"Look for death!"

"It's not a pity to die!"

"A thousand cuts!"