Repugnant Gateway

"Too ... reputable!"

A lesson covered his face and said, "This is like a duel between two practitioners. It's like fighting on the street and using bricks ... It's neither elegant nor atmospheric!"

Another lesson nodded and said seriously: "It's true ... but the viewing is good."

Chang Huanhan kept looking at his face, seeing Anzheng's two bricks upset Ding Shengxia, his mouth could not help smoking. He had long expected that Anzheng must have hidden his strength. This guy always makes people look at him. When you think this is his limit, he will still surprise you.

One teaching could n’t help but say, “Anzheng, I did n’t expect you to have entered the Sumi Realm, which is really surprising. But since you have reached the Sumi Realm, you must have the practitioners of the Sumi Realm Manner. You are holding a brick in your hand and hitting someone. Obviously ... obviously not very elegant. "

An Zheng said with a loud voice: "I am a practitioner of Xumi's realm, so I can't hold the bricks to pat people ..."

He waved a piece of brick from the wall, and then took a picture on Ding Shengxia's face: "How is this?"

The lesson shut up suddenly and didn't want to talk to An An again.

An Zheng didn't look at Ding Shengxia who had fallen to the ground, and ran to ask Du Shoushen: "How much did you win?"

Ding Shengxia pointed at the silver piled up on the table: "It's all!"

An Zheng grabbed a handful of money and put it in the arms of the tea stall owner: "The tea money for you."

The boss was stupid, and then kept thanking. An Zheng looked at a sack in the corner, which should be filled with firewood. Anzheng took the sack over and grabbed a handful of silver into the boss's arms: "Buy your pocket."

Du Shoushou laughed, and the one who laughed was called a frivolous. An Zheng was holding his pockets. He filled them one by one with silver, full of dangdang filled a sack, and left a small part of Du thin and thin into his arms.

The tea stall owner shouted next to me: "I still have a pocket. Can I buy it? Can I buy it?"

Du Shoushou glared at him: "greedy to die you."

The boss laughed and blushed.

An Zheng picked up the sack, and Du Shou thinly picked up An Zheng, and then he walked away in a huff, and it seemed that he was not too happy.

In the distance, those who bet on Ding Shengxia won a frustrated look, but the Yanren gambling is good, willing to gamble to lose, so the frustration is frustrated, and can be satisfied to see such a fresh competition.

Ding Shengxia was lying on the ground with his arms crossed, feeling that the whole world was leaving him. Contrasting with Anzheng Du and their thin-hearted departure, they formed a stark contrast. Ding Shengxia, who was full of flowers, felt that she had been humiliated again, completely humiliated. He thought he had been promoted to Xuya in one fell swoop, even if he abandoned the qualification to participate in the battle for the leader, but it was worthwhile to get revenge.

But now, An Zheng still defeated him in such a rough and unreasonable way. He remembered the words that An Zheng said before ... you are no longer you, and I am still me ... That is to say, An Zheng entered the Xu Mi realm long ago. In other words, the first time he fought with An Zheng, if An Zheng was willing, he could be defeated even more embarrassing.

Ding Shengxia felt that he was almost dead. At the very least, all his self-esteem was torn apart by An Zheng at this moment, leaving him nothing at all.

Why?

why?

Behind him is the entire Ding family, a huge network of relationships that his father's courtier Lang Ding misused for most of his life. The benefits he can get from this network should not be possible for him to fight for a lifetime. However, why did he learn the exercises and arguing, and why is his magic weapon not as good as a brick in Anzheng's hands?

Chang Huan glanced at Ding Shengxia, then shook his head in disappointment: "The talent is good, the heart is too bad, it is difficult to become a big weapon."

After finishing the twelve-word comment, Chang Huan turned and walked away.

The people watching around gradually dispersed, and the street became quiet again. Ding Shengxia was lying on the ground all the time, looking at the sky, feeling that even the clouds on the sky were laughing at himself. He had an urge to pull his sword towards the sky, and if he could, he would poke the **** **** into a hole.

"I must kill you!"

Ding Shengxia clenched his fists, his eyes fierce.

I don't know when Ding Ningdong came to him, squatted down and reached out to pull Ding Shengxia up: "Brother, let's go home."

Ding Shengxia glanced at Ding Ningdong: "Go!"

Tears flashed in Ding Ningdong's eyes: "Let's go home, don't you lie here?"

Ding Shengxia turned over and sat up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Do you think I'm embarrassing? People who have lost the Ding family? People who have lost you? You leave me right away, I think a brother like me makes you If you have no face, you can pretend you do n’t know me, you ca n’t pity me. I do n’t need anyone to be pitiful, I will kill him, let everyone know that I am stronger than him! "

He stood up, picked up his long sword, and left lonely.

Sang Rou pulled up Ding Ningdong: "Ignore him, he is now a lunatic."

Ding Ningdong shook his head: "But he is my brother after all."

Chang Huan walked back to the martial arts court, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the president of the martial arts court standing and waiting for him.

Yan Shu glanced at Chang Huan, and said while walking: "It seems that I still underestimated this dispute, and now it seems that he has the ability to fight for the leader. Unfortunately, he has just entered the martial arts school and cannot participate. The Battle of Quebec. Otherwise, if he and Nie Qing enter the Battle of Quebec, the martial arts will have a great chance of winning. "

Chang Huan shook his head: "It seems that he has only just entered the Xumi Realm, so he has been hiding his strength. Dading Academy has more than one Su Feilun, and there is more than one Fengxiu in the dojo. Don't forget, Su Under the flywheel there is also a wizard Tang Fangniu, and a low-key Li Shisan who often forgets him. There is also a Ding Wanqiu under Feng Xiuyang, and the natural birth tire Han Ruo. "

Yan Yan said: "Wuyuan has only produced a Nie Qing for so many years, but it has no advantage compared to Dading College and Taishang Dojo."

Chang Huan glanced back at An Zheng: "Four years later, perhaps Dading College or Taiding Academy, no one can compare with him."

Yan Shu shook his head: "I can't wait four years, let Nie Qing go to the third floor of the building."

Chang Huan's face changed: "If something goes wrong, if Nie Qing is invalid ..."

The words said: "Everyone has their own chance, it depends on his character."

On the side of Anzhen, the four seemingly wealthy guys unscrupulously released their happiness. Gu Qianye tossed a piece of silver while walking and caught it: "It's funny, that Ding Shengxia must have thought that this time he will win."

Du Shou thinly said: "How could he know that we have something like the heavens and the sky."

Gu Qianye said: "Do n’t Huo often say that An Zheng is a strange mess of luck, and there is always so much good luck. You said, would n’t he do too much good things in the last life, so this life His compensation? "

Others didn't care much, and Ang contends with a move ... will it be like this?

They chose a clean restaurant that looked clean, ordered a large table of dishes without frugality, and then ate Haisai. The chefs in this restaurant are really good. Although the dishes do not look refined, they do the best in home cooking. There are no dignitaries who come here for dinner, but the business is not good. Anzheng they had good luck, and they could find a seat on the second floor by the window.

Halfway through the meal, An Zheng saw a young man standing on the street below, 15 or 16 years old, wearing a dark blue robe. This teenager looks very clean, not because of his clean clothes, but the whole person feels clean.

There are tai chi patterns on the robe, and the clothes are perfectly tailored. He cuffed his cuffs, revealing a white lining. Wearing a pair of black-faced white shoes on the feet, the shoes were spotless.

Behind him was this wooden sword, dark red in color.

An Zheng was watching the young man, and the young man was watching An Zheng.

Then the robe boy took a step back, took off the wooden sword from his back, and stroked gently on the ground. There was a shallow trace on the ground, I don't know what it meant. But An Zheng's face became more solemn, and after a moment of silence, he got up, walked slowly down the second floor and out of the gate, standing opposite the robe boy. The distance between the two people is only about one meter, and the white line on the ground separates the two people.

"My name is Ding Wanqiu."

The robe boy's voice was very soft, and it seemed a little shy, more like a girl.

He put the wooden sword back and clenched his fists: "Just now you defeated my brother, so I want to come and see you."

Anzheng was silent for about two minutes, and then stepped across the white line.

His feet stopped a little while in the air, then stepped over. At this time, the distance between the two people is not even half a meter, and the eyes look at the eyes, and the things in each other's eyes can be seen clearly.

Ding Wanqiu is very beautiful, and the beautiful ones are a little ridiculous. His skin is very white, not morbid white, it is better than the average girl's skin. His neck is slender and his hands are beautiful and slender. If he puts on women's clothing, he may not feel the slightest sense of violation. His eyes are large, his eyelashes are long, and there is no impurity in his white eyes, so thorough.

When An Zheng took a step across the white line, Ding Wanqiu's face immediately changed, and then clenched his fist again: "It really is good, he is not a disgrace to lose to you, nor is that panacea.

After talking, Ding Wanqiu turned and walked away, his pace seemed to be a little unstable. Come inexplicably, leave inexplicably.

An Zheng turned around and waved: "Let's go home."

Du Shoushou and Qiaoxi Gu Qianye quickly came down from the upstairs and found An Zheng's face pale and scary. An Zheng walked a few steps forward, his footsteps in vain. When we reached the sixth step, there was a trace of blood on the corner of our mouth.

Du Shoushuang was startled and ran back to Tian Qizong when he fought back. After he arrived at Zongmen, he unbuttoned Anzheng's shirt and found that Anzheng's body was a strange red color, and the whole person was hot. Xiu Xixi looked dignified and pulled Anzheng's trousers up and looked, and found that the skin on Anzheng's calves had been cracked by the hot, as if they were splashed with oil.

"Take care of him, and I will dispense medicine."

Xiu Xixi turned and ran out: "I can't think of a gentleman like that, whose strength is so hot and furious."

Anzheng ’s clothes and shoes did not seem to change, but his body became hotter and hotter, as if he had been roasted by the fire.

And a few miles away from Tianqizong, Ding Wanqiu and Anzheng could not hold on after going out a few hundred meters apart, opening their mouths and spitting blood. He raised his hands and wiped the corners of his mouth, and the white cuffs he rolled up suddenly turned red.

He looked down and found at least dozens of wounds on his arm. He put the sleeve down, and blood ran down his hand.

"So strong."

Ding Wanqiu felt that the wooden sword behind him was still moving, that was the excitement and excitement of his opponent. He used his **** hand to caress the wooden sword: "Peach Blossom, you're better ... It's not too long before, our goal is Qiucheng Dadian."

His name is Wanqiu, and he has a wooden sword called Taohua.

Ding Wanqiu supported the big tree for a while and took a breath. After taking an immortal medicine, he continued to move. He walked and smiled bitterly: "In the past ten years of monasticism, his mentality is still so unstable. In this way, if the preparations for the Qiucheng ceremony are ruined, it is neither worthwhile nor wise. "

In his mind, he thought of the step that Anzheng had stepped over, such as a peerless sword, with a powerful attitude, and a kind of domineering and kingly power that ruled the world.

"This person ... so strange."