Chapter Fifty-Eight: Ten Thousand Rivers Return to the Mountains and Fight Cows

This is Yang Qing's deeper and deeper feeling, not only the changes brought about by the Dragon and Tiger Gong asanas, but also the impact of the natural physique attribute on himself. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info He walks down the street now, and often sees some people staring at him, and the people are still the same people, and the spirit is already strong.

It's not just that feeling, it's about other things. He can calmly enter the water in the face of threatening enemies, can be dismissive in the face of the enemy's ridicule and abuse, and can close his eyes and sleep at night no matter how busy he is during the day.

Now every day, no matter what he said or heard, he could recall it word for word the next day, and his memory was more profound, and in simple words, it was 'strong muscles, smart ears and eyes, sparse but not disobedient, strong but not broken'.

I don't know what changes will happen at the end of the body refining, Yang Qing suddenly became interested, just the physique attribute of 1.1 can bring such a big change to himself, if it is 2.0, 3.0 or even a hundred or two hundred, then what difference will he make.

Yang Qing doesn't know, but he understands one thing deeply, that is, the world has changed dramatically.

"Hmph, even if I can eat my 'Cupola', but I'm not afraid of you, seeing that I don't have this fat body", Hua Guan'an twisted triumphantly, and a clump of fat followed the agitation.

"Oh, yes?" Yang Qing was a little happy, could it be that the fat people all belong to the category of Dubi, if the opponents are all this heartless, moody, and angry, how good it is!

Yang Qing jumped deeply, and the whole person moved quickly to get closer to the other party, Hua Guan'an's face began to get excited, because he felt that his plan seemed to have succeeded again, "Hmph, hitting you once has no effect, then hit it a few more times, no matter how fierce the iron cloth shirt is, it is not a turtle shell." ā€

"Ten thousand rivers return", Yang Qing roared and punched him in the lower abdomen. Unlike when the 'cannon' hit his body, the flesh formed a terrible concave. This trick hit his lower abdomen, and his pear-shaped belly didn't even wave, like a breeze blowing.

The terrifying invisible and shadowless dark energy attack played a role in this competition, the fat man was not as perverted and sturdy as Yang Qing, his mouth, ears, nose, and eyes began to glow with blood, and the whole person fell to the ground directly like a collapsed building.

"Whew" Yang Qing took a deep breath and withdrew his iron cloth shirt. One step closer to the goal, after the victory, according to the rules, he had to meet Shi Zhenhua, the supervisor of the Northeast Division and the consul of Wangcheng.

"It's really good, wonderful game", Shi Zhenhua appreciated it very much, this kid is victorious but not delicate, steady as a mountain, faintly kingly.

"Thank you", Yang Qing hugged his fists and saluted with a gift, he didn't want to have too much intersection with the other party.

Just as Yang Qing turned to leave, the smile on Shi Zhenhua's face slowly dissipated, and he muttered to himself, "I didn't expect that this kid was allowed to enter the Northeast Division, but even if your strength is increasing tenfold, you are not my nephew's opponent." ā€

"Fortunately, that demon woman is no longer here, otherwise Lao Tzu would have lost a lot of money", Yang Qing felt a little lucky, after the iron cloth shirt was opened, he was running naked again.

Yang Qing returned to Wuzong directly after playing this game, and the Northeast Division can be seen to be a few small fish and shrimp in the two-day competition, and there are no big people to play.

This caused a sharp decrease in the number of spectators in the surrounding areas, and many people went to the northwest competition area where the lord of the mansion was hosting, and the hot fight there flew up, and all kinds of powerful and boundless characters appeared in a hurry.

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The beauty mole did not disappoint herself, waiting for herself in the sparkling Swan Lake in Boguan, holding three strange objects in her hands, or black, or white, or silver, all of which revealed the age and the vicissitudes of time, Yang Qing was attracted by these three objects from afar.

"It's really a great grace, I don't say thank you, the kindness of the Lu family has not changed in this generation, and I know how to repay it", Yang Qing burst into tears, and rubbed the three special substances in his hand like a baby, "And from which family did you cheat it." ā€

She blinked a pair of watery peach blossom eyes, smiled and said, "Lang Jun guessed wrong, these three things didn't even get from the seventeenth family." ā€

"It's not in the hands of the family", Yang Qing's eyes widened, the preciousness of this thing is definitely thousands of years old, except for the family, who can keep it for thousands of years without losing it.

Yang Qing shook his head, his brain really couldn't guess except for being witty in terms of beauty. However, if this life-related object can not only be obtained from the hands of the family, but also from other sources, it doesn't mean that he has another way to improve his strength.

Thinking of this, he anxiously asked, "Where did you get it?" ā€

The beauty mole squinted at the soul-settling peach blossom eyes, shook her head mischievously, and said crisply, "That's not good." She looked at Yang Qing, her tone seemed to be fast rather than slow, delicate, "Unless you can promise the slave family one thing?"

"Promise you one thing?", Yang Qing repeated her words, but her heart was up and down, how women like to let men do things for her, this habit is not good at all.

"Yes", the beauty mole raised her tone, and she was very sure, for fear that Yang Qing on the opposite side would not hear it.

"Say it, promise you something?", for the sake of a happy life in the future, Yang Qing can only be defeated, first listen to the requirements of the beauty mole, and then talk about it, take one step at a time, and can't say anything.

"If it's something that violates humanity and morality, etiquette, righteousness and shame, I'm not willing to do it", Yang Qing also made a statement with a thick neck before the other party spoke, not afraid of 10,000, just in case, Yang Qing planted too many times in the hands of women.

"Flutter" The beauty mole squinted and smiled, "What other humanities, morality, courtesy, righteousness and shame do you have,".

Seeing that the other party was frightened by himself, he waved his hand, "What I want you to do is very simple, rest assured that it will not violate your non-existent humanistic morality, etiquette, righteousness and shame." ā€œ

"You ......" Yang Qing was so angry by the beauty mole, if it wasn't for the fact that she was holding her own cover door in her hand, if she wasn't too beautiful, he decided to 'teach her a lesson'.

"Say it, what's the matter", Yang Qing was a little embarrassed, and arguing with women didn't seem to be something he was good at.

The beauty mole waved her hand, full of pride, "In the future, don't call the slave family Lu family, Lu Yanyan, and Miss Lu." ā€œ

"What" Yang Qing was shocked again, this woman won't take too many drugs today, right!

The beauty mole didn't know what Yang Qing looked like, she was still delicate, two intoxicating blushes floated on her cheeks, and she twisted and pinched, "In the future, you can call the slave family Yanyan." ā€œ

She said as if something was difficult, and turned her head shyly, not daring to look at Yang Qing again.

"This", Yang Qingba snorted, his chin was about to fall to the ground, but this kind of thing is too simple, but if something goes wrong, it will be a demon, a bloody lesson for the ancients.

The man on the other side did not reply for a long time after he made this request, did the other party refuse to agree? The beauty mole suddenly felt that tears were about to fall, and it was difficult to open the heart blockage.

"Alas, speak well, don't cry your nose, it's okay" Yang Qing comforted the beauty mole up and down, he can be regarded as knowing something about women in this world, they are all made of water.

"Then why don't you agree to the slave family, can't you do this request?" the beauty mole twitched her shoulder, and tears crackled and fell.

"Okay, okay, I promise you that you can't do it? Miss Lu", I have to say that the beauty tear gas attack is still quite powerful, and Yang Qing, who is as fierce as a tiger and a leopard, is completely out of line.

"Hmph, then you still call the slave Lu Yanyan" The beauty mole puffed out her mouth and wrinkled her delicate nose.

"Flame ...... Yan", Yang Qing tentatively said that it was called, not to mention that Yan Yan was really easy to call, and it was quite nice to listen to in his ears.

"Hmm", the beauty mole replied with a smile and a crisp voice, and the indescribable tenderness in her eyes was like water.

Seeing that the other party was amorous, Yang Qing relieved his heart, and he couldn't annoy her at this critical time.

"Let's go, it's hard to come out today, let's talk about poetry, talk about lyrics, and sing songs, isn't it beautiful", the beauty mole put her arm around Yang Qing's left arm, and then leaned her head on his shoulder, how ambiguous and ambiguous it was.

"Let's go" Yang Qing's feet trembled, and his calm heart began to rage again, who can resist the warm fragrant nephrite, and the clever smile can be called invincible.

"This chick won't fall in love with me, right?" Yang Qing was a little worried and a little glad in his heart, in case the little beauty knew that she and she continued to be greasy and crooked, and she didn't know what kind of big temper she would have.

"Lang Jun, every time the slave family chanted the poems a few days ago, I feel that the aftertaste is endless, I don't know if Lang Jun has other masterpieces for the slave family to appreciate" The beauty mole stretched her neck and looked at Yang Qing deeply.

"There must be", Yang Qing was still worried one second ago, and the next second he saw the expectation of the beauty mole and the watery eyes, all the worries were left behind, the beauty is in his arms, and I have it in the world.

The beauty mole heard how Yang Qing was excited, and her mood was like a flower blooming in spring, "Lang Jun, please say, let the slave family taste it carefully." ā€

"This ......", Yang Qing suddenly felt that this world was so dark, and it was stuck at a critical time, "Let me brew it first." ā€

"Okay", the beauty mole didn't mind at all and continued to lean her head on Yang Qing's arm, breathing in this strong masculine breath, she suddenly felt that her legs were a little weak.

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Accompanying Lu everyone, she walked around the Chaoge School Palace again, and the entire western sky was blood-red, so she reluctantly left Yang Qing. Although Yang Qing didn't chant any peerless poems in the afternoon, the yellow joke on his stomach was a big push, and he only scolded the Lu family with a sneer.

After he sent Lu Yanyan away, he returned to the Martial Sect non-stop, and these disciples were now not surprised that Senior Brother Yang had won the favor of beauties, and they all glanced at Yang Qing from time to time with a flower inserted in the cow dung.