Wang He is a child of a family, since he was a child, although his martial arts talent is not very strong, he is only a middle-class talent, but with the background of the family, he can use the superior exercises, precious pills, and the teachings of famous teachers to push him to the realm of first-class martial artists before the age of twenty.

Regardless of the cost, Wang He was qualified to enter the Taiqing Sect when he was twenty years old.

During this time, Wang He lived in Sun's house, and he would not return to Taiqing Sect until the next month.

Sun Xin's arrival made Wang He's eyes light up, and when he saw Sun Xin for the first time, Wang He couldn't help but fall in love with her. And Sun Xin didn't hate Wang He on the surface, which made Wang He mistakenly think that Sun Xin liked him.

"Sister Xin'er, I haven't seen you for two days, where have you been during this time?" asked Wang He with a smile.

After Sun Xin sat down, he said with a smile: "Prince Wang He, I came to you to tell you where I have been in the past two days. I believe that Wang Hegongzi also knows that I have set a family business since I was a child......"

Sun Xin elaborated on his relationship with Zhang Ming, and finally sighed: "Zhang Ming's father just passed away, and I don't want to push him too much, after all, the Zhang family and my Sun family still have some friendship." And Zhang Ming also promised that as soon as the three-year filial piety period passed, he would come to Sun's house to withdraw from the marriage, and at that time, my relationship with Wang and Gongzi would be a matter of course. I don't know what Prince Wang He thinks?"

Wang He's eyebrows jumped slightly, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, but he was quickly replaced by a smile: "What Sister Xin'er said is that even if my son is dissatisfied with this Zhang Ming, for the sake of Sister Xin'er's face, he will agree." Three years is three years, I can afford to wait. ”

Subsequently, Wang He said meaningfully: "It seems that this Zhang Ming Xiucai is still a filial son." Interesting, really interesting. ”

The two tacitly agreed no longer to talk about Zhang Ming, but to discuss martial arts.

At noon, Sun Xin accompanied Wang He to have lunch before getting up to leave.

After Sun Xin left, Wang He's face became gloomy.

Wang He has been doing well since he was a child, and he has never suffered setbacks, he thought that he would be able to hold the beauty immediately, but he didn't expect Sun Xin to have a marriage contract, even if he can marry Sun Xin, he will have to wait for another three years. This made Wang He a little unhappy.

"Someone. ”

Wang He shouted softly outside the house.

The black shadow flashed, and an old man in black clothes and white hair appeared beside Wang He: "Childe, I don't know what to order?"

Wang He said: "Investigate Zhang Ming, I want all his information, it must be detailed." ”

"It's Childe, and my subordinates will do it. The old man respectfully withdrew.

Three days later, Zhang Ming's information was placed on Wang He's desk. After reading the information, Wang He sneered: "Zhang Ming is really just a scholar, he is just poor, and he is not worthy of being the opponent of this son at all." ”

didn't understand Zhang Ming's time, Wang He was still a little worried, afraid that Sun Xin would like Zhang Ming, after all, the two have been married since childhood, and they can be described as "childhood sweethearts". But it seems that after these information, Wang He is relieved.

This world, in the final analysis, is still the world of the strong, and no matter how much you read, it is useless in the eyes of the strong.

The highest achievement of a scholar is only to become the prime minister of the imperial court, but the prime minister is nothing in the eyes of the family and the sect.

The thousand-year-old power of the sect family is feared by the imperial court, and it is not something that the prime minister can shake.

Wang He handed the paper on the table to the white-haired old man: "Deal with it, don't let Sun Xin see it." ”

Wang He's meaning was to deal with this information and not let Sun Xin see it, but the white-haired old man didn't understand it, thinking that he was going to kill Zhang Ming.

"Childe, rest assured, his subordinates will handle it cleanly. ”

Zhang Ming is just a weak scholar, even if he practices some basic boxing techniques, it is impossible to become a strong man, just send a third-rate martial artist, you can kill him, and he will not know it.

..................

Seeing the strength of a first-class martial artist, Zhang Ming's determination to become stronger became even stronger. In the face of a first-class martial artist, Zhang Ming is fearless, but it does not mean that he wants to die, if a first-class martial artist wants to kill himself, he will have no room for resistance, regardless of whether he is afraid in his heart or not.

In the woods behind the house, a figure was tossing and turning, and the fist shadow kept flashing, it was Zhang Ming who was practicing boxing.

"Hun Yuan Force!"

Boom.

The strength of the whole body converged on the fist, and a punch was blasted out, making a sonic boom.

Collect your fists and exhale.

Zhang Ming felt a burst of comfort, his whole body was flowing with qi and blood, his strength was galloping, and he felt powerful, it was really good.

"The power of a thousand pounds, a sonic boom. This is the hallmark of a third-rate martial artist. Zhang Ming said secretly in his heart.

A strong heart allows Zhang Ming to focus on and go deeper, and no matter what he learns, he is very fast. It takes ten years for ordinary people to become a third-rate martial artist, but Zhang Ming has not arrived in half a year, and he already has the strength of a thousand catties.

With such a cultivation speed, even in sects like the Taiqing Sect and the Buddha Sect, he can be regarded as a top genius.

Zhang Ming not only has the power of a thousand catties, but also can completely control and control this power, which is the most rare. Only the power that is in control belongs to you.

Although he has just become a third-rate martial artist, Zhang Ming's strength is definitely above Jiang Kui. What he is inferior to is only experience with the enemy.

The soft moonlight sprinkled on the earth, bringing a glimmer of light to the night.

After finishing a day's work, Zhang Ming was about to go back to the house to rest, when a burly figure walked towards Zhang Ming.

"Hmm, it's not Jiang Kui, there are no other warriors in the village except for himself and Jiang Kui. Zhang Ming's heart was full of vigilance.

By the moonlight, Zhang Ming saw the faces of the people who came, and he knew that this burly man was not from the village.

"Who are you, what are you doing in our village?" Zhang Ming asked in a deep voice.

The burly man sneered: "The one who killed you." ”

A few steps forward, the speed became faster and faster, and in less than two breaths, the man arrived in front of Zhang Ming and punched out: "Die, boy, you dare to offend our son, it's really a long life." When you get to the underworld, don't forget to tell the king of Hades that it was my second king who killed you. ”

The speed and strength of Wang Er's punches are a step stronger than Jiang Kui, and they can already be compared with Zhang Ming, who has practiced Hun Yuan Force.

Call......

The fist wind blew his hair, Zhang Ming's eyes were like a clear pool, bottomless, absolutely calm, so that he would not make a wrong judgment. Wang Er's body movements and the angle of punching all surfaced in Zhang Ming's mind.

Seeing that Zhang Ming was sluggish under his own boxing skills, as if he was completely frightened, Wang Er sneered in his heart: "Sure enough, he is a weak scholar, I am a third-rate martial artist, and it is completely easy to kill him." ”

Wang Er is just a miscellaneous cook by Wang He's side, and his martial arts are the weakest. If it weren't for the good cooking, it wouldn't have been able to enter Wang He's eyes at all.

By Wang He's side, Wang Er has the least status and the least dignity. But once he is in front of someone weaker than him, he is arrogant, arrogant, and full of superiority, and the typical little person has a distorted mentality.

The fist was still less than a foot away from Zhang Ming, and seeing that Zhang Ming was about to die under his fist, Wang Er had a cruel smile on his face.

At this moment, Zhang Ming quickly slid back and threw the same punch.

Cracking sound.

Zhang Ming's body made a sound like a violent bean, the power rose from the ground, penetrated through the sections, and the fist hit a sonic boom, which was slammed into Wang Er's big fist.

"Bang. ”

The two forces collided, and a loud muffled sound erupted, and the whole village was shaken.

Zhang Ming quickly retreated, using the speed of retreat to unload the force of the shock.

"Such a strong strength, this punch has at least 1,400 catties, and more importantly, I'm afraid it's not all the strength of Wang Er. "Zhang Ming has just become a third-rate martial artist, and his strength is only more than 1,200 catties, which is slightly stronger than Jiang Kui.

You can't fight hard, you can only fight.

Constantly consuming Wang Er's physical strength, he has hope of survival. Zhang Ming's mind was clear, and he made a battle plan in an instant. Although the guerrilla consumes time, the last thing Zhang Ming lacks is patience.

After a long time, the other party will make mistakes, and make mistakes in the fight, that is the end of serious injury and death.

Wang Er's face was shocked, he didn't expect Zhang Ming, a weak scholar, to be a third-rate martial artist. Zhang Ming's fist strength just now was very condensed and destructive.

"Big Python Hun Yuan Fist?" "Hun Yuan Force?" Wang Er sneered, "Boy, it seems that you are really a genius, and you have actually practiced Hun Yuan Force." However, Lao Tzu is most interested in killing geniuses. ”

Wang Er hated geniuses very much, because in front of these geniuses, he would appear even more humble.

"Who is coming to our village to make trouble?" Jiang Kui's loud voice sounded.

Soon the village chief and the villagers also rushed over.

Zhang Ming said loudly: "All people, don't come here, it's dangerous." ”

Although Jiang Kui is a third-rate martial artist, and his strength barely reaches a thousand catties, he is only brute force, and he is not Wang Er's opponent at all. Not to mention those ordinary villagers, who did not have the slightest power to fight back in the face of martial artists.

"Kill!"

Wang Er rushed towards Zhang Ming again, and this time he used all his strength, and his strength and speed doubled.

The pressure on Zhang Ming's body was suddenly several times stronger.

The air shook, fist shadows flew, and sonic booms rang out.

Zhang Ming stared intently at Wang Er's body, to be exact, at Wang Er's spine. No matter how Wang Er punches and makes a force, the power is transmitted from the spine, which allows Zhang Ming to make judgments in advance and avoid attacks.

Wang Er is just a humble slave of the Wang family, but his boxing skills are very clever, after all, he was born in a big family, no matter how humble he is, the resources he enjoys are not comparable to ordinary people.

"It's a great boxing technique, it's much more subtle than the basic boxing. It's a pity that this Wang Er can't cultivate the law, and he didn't give full play to the power of this set of boxing methods at all, which is really a tyrannical thing. "Zhang Ming reads a lot and knows boxing theory, as long as it is not beyond his comprehension ability, he will learn any boxing technique after watching it a few times.

Zhang Ming dodged quickly, and every time he avoided Wang Er's attack by a fraction of a second, once or twice it could be said to be luck, but every time it was like this, it was more weird.

"How is it possible, you kid can actually see through my mountain-shaking fist technique? Also, how can your body technique be so exquisite?" Wang Eryi attacked hundreds of punches in a row, and his physical strength was huge, but he didn't even touch the corner of Zhang Ming's clothes. This made Wang Er's heart impetuous, and his blood was unstable.

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