"This ......" To tell the truth, the range of conditions prescribed by Wen Bin is a bit large, and it is no longer something he can say, the demon with the knife turned his head and looked at the boss of their family hesitantly, just waiting for him to speak.

The boss, at this time, was picking up a bowl of soju, pouring it into his stomach one by one, as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw his subordinates turning their heads to look at him hesitantly, he pulled the corners of his mouth, laughed, and simply raised his head and did it in one breath, and then turned his wrist over, 'snapped', threw the bowl to the ground, and said boldly: "Okay." ”

"Did you hear that, the boss said yes!" After receiving the 'holy decree', the guy turned around and conveyed it again.

"That's good. Wen Bin bowed slightly, then lowered his head again, and looked at the heavy iron flail on his ankles.

Naturally, someone came up and unloaded it for him.

"Hey, you don't take it seriously, right!" Yan Jing next to him was startled when he saw it, and couldn't help but turn his back, reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and said worriedly: "You have been studying literature since you were a child, and you don't know martial arts at all!"

"Ah, yes......" Wen Bin smiled at her, as if he had no confidence, he shook his eyes left and right, and then guessed as if he had discovered a new continent: "But, my talent seems to be not bad?"

“......”

Yan Jing was almost angry!

Wen Bin has been reading poetry and books since he was a child, and he doesn't know martial arts at all.

The one who is good at spear and sword dancing is her right!

Wen Bin and Yan Jing, the two families are world friends, these two children have lived next to each other since childhood, playing childhood sweethearts, and the relationship is particularly good.

The reason why Wen Bin said that he was 'talented' was because the two were close, and it was often Yan Jing who performed a set of moves intermittently in front of him, played for a while, and then forgot about it all, and even needed him, who didn't know martial arts at all, to review it for her again, and, very funny, it was obviously the same move, Wen Bin only had to read it once, and he could never forget it, and then he drew it out heartily, which was no less than a hundred times more clever than her, the master of authentic martial arts.

Okay, okay, everyone has different talents, so she admits it, and the most infuriating thing is the incident ten years ago.

Yan Jing remembered that that time, it happened to be the great elder Chenfeng under the famous immortal Dao family 'Jade Dragon Palace', who spent several years visiting all directions, turning children with fairy fate into children and accepting them as registered disciples of lay families.

The content of the assessment is very simple: first, the appearance is delicate and handsome, words and deeds are correct; second, the age is under seven years old; third, ten zhang away, three zhang high from the ground, hang an apple on the treetops, the children participating in the assessment each have a total of five chances, who can throw the dart in their hands, as long as they can shoot the apple, it will be passed.

It is said that their entire empire can pass the guò test, and two slaps can be counted, and among them, only Yan Jing, who is only five years old, threw five darts, not only all of them touched the apples, but also two darts with just the right amount of power.

Such excellent results, even if you look at the whole continent, among children of the same age, it is also a leader.

Yan Jing was immediately turned into the 'most potential layman named disciple' by the great elder of the 'Jade Dragon Palace', and even had to pass on the immortal art to him for three months.

By the way, it also limited the adults and children within a radius of 100 miles nearby.

Because of this incident, the little Yan Jing was praised like a flower by the adults in the neighborhood, but she was so happy that she almost felt fluttering as if she was walking in the clouds. ...,

Children, if you have something to be happy and proud of, how can you not show it?

But even if you take it out, of course, you can't catch who is with whom, it still depends on the object...... As a result, Wen Bin, as a childhood sweetheart, bore the brunt of his 'bombardment'.

And then the question arises.

The little girl led the same little boy to the place where the immortal fate was assessed, explained the rules to him, and began to boast proudly, saying how other people's children were slow and clumsy, and how talented she was, how the great elder of the immortal sect, Chen Feng, valued herself, and how the adults around her praised themselves...... And so on, and so on.

Wen Bin didn't say a word, he stood by with a smile and listened to Na Nizi's 'twitter' for a long time, and only after finishing the matter did he reveal a very curious look, and said: "Are the darts still there?" ”

The little girl naturally came prepared, and as soon as she flipped her wrist, she took out five darts from her belt, handed them over, and couldn't help but kindly remind him on the side: "This is very difficult! Xiaowen, even if you can't do it, it's normal, I don't think they did it, I won't laugh at you......"

Before the words fell, I heard a 'whoosh', and the first dart was about to come out, and the target was not the apple hanging from the treetops, but the long line of hanging apples!

A dart out, the long line is broken in response!

Apples fall with a dash.

Before it could hit the ground, a second dart was fired in pursuit.

With a 'thud', the dart pierced through the apple core, skewed its trajectory and nailed it to the thick trunk behind it.

Immediately after that, three more darts followed, three times in succession, almost in no particular order, and pierced through the flesh of the apple, and like the second dart, it was firmly rooted into the trunk of the tree behind it.

All five darts are out of their hands, concise and coherent, and in just three seconds on the stage, they perform a fantastic and exquisite technique.

What is talent?

That's talent!

Yan Jing watched dumbfounded, and his jaw fell to the ground on the spot.

She was about to pull Wen Bin into the immortal path with her, but although that kid was talented, he was born lazy, and he had never been interested in cultivating immortals and practicing martial arts.

In the end, she tried to persuade her to no avail, so she had to give up.

This incident was too educational, and it left an extremely deep impression on her memory, and she never dared to brag in front of him again, let alone underestimate this kid's completely unbelievable talent.

However, after all, ten years have passed since the events at that time.

Ten years is enough for a person to undergo earth-shaking changes.

He studied hard for ten years, can he really burst out his so-called 'talent' again today?

This kind of thing is too mysterious, and it completely makes Yan Jing incomprehensible.

Of course, time can't stop waiting for her to think it through, Wen Bin took off the shackles and took a few steps forward to pick up the rusty long sword on the ground, while the girl was also pushed by others to retreat from the midfield.

Zheng!

Without warning, taking advantage of the opportunity for Wen Bin to bend down and pick up the weapon, the soldier holding the white blade suddenly jumped forward, and with a wave of his arm, it was a murderous slash on the young man's back!

Vile!

It's so despicable!

The others were behind Wen Bin, this raid was fast and ruthless, it was tantamount to assassination, and he didn't intend to give the other party any chance to fight back, he just wanted to kill and kill people!

The prisoners of war outside the arena were excited, many blurted out angry curses, more let out an exclamation, and a few timid people just closed their eyes and turned their faces away, they really couldn't bear to witness. ...,

Who knew that Wen Bin seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, just by the sound of the wind, he quickly judged the other party's moves, and jumped forward, which was able to avoid the other party's oblique slash at the same time, stretched out his hand, and quickly picked up the rusty long sword, followed by a roll, and raised his hand is a sword light thrown back.

The sword light was like a crescent moon, swept out of the air in a semi-arc, and under the background of darkness, it was extremely bright!

The soldier missed a blow, and originally wanted to continue to rush in pursuit, but as soon as he approached, Wen Bin handed out a sword light, which frightened him into quickly retracting his momentum, jumping back half a step to avoid the counterattack.

"Good!"

"Beautiful!"

"Thumbs up one!!"

The prisoners of war outside the arena invariably clapped their hands and cheered, and for a while, the applause was like spring thunder, rolling down and resounding in all directions.

In this case, somehow, listening to the ears of the half-drunk soldier, a sudden wave of anger rushed to the top of his head, and he immediately didn't think much about it, holding the war knife with both hands, raising it obliquely over the top, pressing down on his left shoulder, and the whole person was like an arrow from the string, and he slammed into the young man not far in front of him!

Wen Bin fought back with a backhand, originally to avoid being chased by the other party, and he didn't dare to stop for a while after he succeeded, so he hurriedly jumped back, opened a certain distance from the opponent, and was about to regroup, when he raised his eyes, he saw the guy raising his sword and ramming into him.

Fast as the wind!

There was no way to avoid it, he did not retreat but advanced, facing the figure of the other party rushing over, and pounced!

At this moment, everyone held their breath, and a pair of eyes were as wide as copper bells, locking their eyes on the same place-

Blood-stained broadsword, sweep the air, slash down!

The figure of the young man, like a falling leaf, was almost attached to the sky-breaking knife light, ghostly, flashed to the side, and then a burst of shots, and rebounded back.

The position was just behind the soldier who passed by.

The damaged blade in his hand gently kissed the other party's neck, and with a precise twist, a wipe-

Burst!

A canopy of hot blood, spurting out!

The figure of the soldier was too late to regain momentum, and continued to rush forward for a distance before he fell to the ground in anger.

This move seems simple, but in fact, whether it is the blade that sticks to the opponent at the beginning like a falling leaf, or the just right burst counterattack later, there is an extremely subtle mystery, even those royal secret agents, gold medal killers, decades of cultivation, may not be able to master it perfectly.

However, the young man in front of him, at a young age, was able to perfectly exert his power!

It's incredible!

It's a pity...... The damaged sword, rusty and not sharp, this killing move only cut a fatal crack in the opponent's neck in an instant, but it could not completely cut off the entire skull.

So Wen Bin abandoned his sword, chased after him again, snatched the blood-stained fine iron broadsword from the hands of the newly dead corpse, stepped on his head, and waved his arm extremely chicly, completely beheading it to show the public!

Bowing down and lifting the hideous-looking and deadly head, Wen Bin turned to the dozens of suffering prisoners of war outside the field, proudly lifted it, and angrily abandoned it to the ground!

The prisoners of war who were stunned by a wonderful fight just now, and who were as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, boiled over in an instant!

"Good! great!"

"Well killed! Well killed!"

"Boy, bloody, enough for a man!"

They were frantically shouting, shouting, slapping, whistling, and cheering on their admired heroes in any way they could think of!

The more daring ones took turns to pounce on the abominable head and kick it around like a ball. ...,

The cheers are like a tide, wave after wave, surging!

However, among all of them, the most shocked was Yan Jing.

She had watched him grow up, and in her impression, he was purely a scholar except that he was not really powerless.

Even if it was the talent he showed ten years ago, it wouldn't be so perverted!

Even she can't say that if she wants to kill someone, she will kill someone, this kind of thing, in addition to the skillful skills in her hands, there is also a 'mental endurance' in it.

Yet he was able to appear so calm and composed, as if he were ......

Good at it!

Thinking of this, Yan Jing couldn't stop jumping in his heart, in which, there was panic, confusion, and more, surprise.

Wen Bin doesn't know martial arts, all the moves he can make, as well as related improvisations, are all from her!

It's all from the fact that she has practiced in front of him for more than ten years!

He learned it all!

What kind of perverted talent is this......

It's just 'horrible'!

"Bastard thing!"

Suddenly, I heard a loud shout from outside the arena.

The cheers continued, and at the same time, the excitement and ecstasy of the prisoners of war directly stimulated the enemy soldiers on the opposite side, and they gritted their teeth one by one, and were so angry that another person jumped out of it, holding a giant sword, and jumped into the field, without saying a word, and pounced directly on the young man opposite.

The giant sword was thick and heavy, and it was picked up fiercely by the man who was born five strong and three thick, and slapped Wen Bin with an invincible momentum!

Horizontal slash, vertical slash, straight stab! oblique teasing!

Open and close, do everything.

As if venting, after a frenzied slash, he suddenly found that the target in front of him had disappeared.

The reckless man was stunned.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that someone from behind seemed to be leisurely, and reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"Be careful!"

The big man did not fail to hear the cry of his companion, but out of pride and the pride of the hunter in despising his prey, he did not quickly dodge and flee when he heard the sound, but immediately turned around, and slashed out with a beautiful sweep.

However, he made a miscalculation.

At that moment, what caught his eye was Wen Bin's whole person perfectly retracted, leaping up like a falcon, holding a long knife in both hands, accurately and sharply slashing down his neck.

It's like death has fallen from the sky!

Hmmm――

As a result, the blood spurted thin, and the head was in a different place, which became the inevitable result after he missed the blow.

It's so perverted!

It's so wicked!

There was no sprint, no run, he jumped on the ground, and he was able to reach a height of one meter five or six!

Is this still human?

Everyone in the audience, at that moment, was shocked by the skilled teenager in front of them!

The bonfires were in full swing, and the heads of men splashed with crimson blood flew beautifully in the night sky, and finally fell heavily to the ground, full of hideous eyes, until they rolled at the feet of the chief.

The face that had lost its vitality showed a surprised and amazed expression, but there was no half of pain.

It was enough to see how quickly the boy fell from the knife, so fast that he had not even had time to feel fear and pain, and his life had already been terminated.

The middle-aged man, as the leader, was silent, stretched out his hand, and calmly closed his eyes for him.

The atmosphere at the scene gradually reversed and showed a polarized trend.

Drinking soju and eating barbecue, the enemy soldiers were pale and condensed, and could no longer be rampant, while all the prisoners of war around them, hungry and yellow-skinned, cheered, screamed and jumped, and were ecstatic.

The only boy still standing in the arena has become their idol, the light of hope they can see in the midst of darkness and hardship!

It was as if the endless cheers, the joys, the hoarseness, almost to a kind of crazy Cheng dù!

The momentum is too great, it has reached the point where it is intolerable......

This kid must not let him continue to live!

The leader's face sank, and he quickly exchanged glances with his subordinates:

Kill!

The three people on the left, middle and right took the order, jumped out of the crowd, each holding a weapon, and killed the entrance!