Chapter 7: King Kong

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Qin Ming leaned on the stone tank, the injury was more serious, panting. The chest that was injured by the snake's palm smelled of roast meat, and the bones in the chest seemed to be cracked. But he didn't yell, didn't show weakness, and the corner of his mouth raised a bad smile. "Sister Zhao Min, don't call it so loud, it makes people misunderstand."
"You lunatic! Asshole! You asshole!" Zhao Min screamed angrily, and was about to attack again, but the wound on her shoulder was touched, and her face was white.
"If you can waste it, don't stop talking nonsense. If you can't waste it, just roll away." Qin Ming took a sip of blood, felt the flying knife around his waist, and lifted his stomach in a weird posture.
This is his life-saving flying knife stunt. If it weren't for Zhao Min's realm, he would not show it easily.
"He will fly a knife?" Zhao Min did not conceal his complaints to Zhao Lie. This flying knife technique was by no means two or three years of practice, and was very tricky. With his strength, his power was amazing, and it was not like himself. The ones that I practiced casually were more like martial arts, but Qing Yunzong didn't seem to have flying martial arts.
"I don't know." Zhao Lie was depressed and frightened, and he also saw the unusualness of the flying sword.
"Hey, Sister Zhao Min, you're gone below." Qin Ming whistled.
"Shameless!" Zhao Min hurriedly pulled the skirt, Qin Mingmu condensed, seized the opportunity to wave his hand at the first time, to hit the flying knife. But at this time, the sound of a breaking wind sounded, a young man carrying an iron sword rushed over here, the iron sword was golden throughout, and he could feel the sharp sword energy and the dazzling light from afar.
"Jin Jiancheng Mu? Damn, why is he here?" Zhao Min's face changed slightly, and he immediately pulled up his torn clothes and rushed into the dense forest. He looked at Qin Ming angrily before leaving.
"Sister! Wait for me." Zhao Lie also recognized the man, and fled in a panic, regardless of Qin's life.
Qin Ming's eyebrows were slightly frowned and he put away the flying knife.
After a while, a young man in black came to Qin Ming, very handsome, not a weak beauty, but a kind of masculine beauty. He had sharp lines and sharp eyes, and did not feel that it gave people a sense of oppression.
A black suit could not conceal the dazzling beauty. The most eye-catching thing was actually the golden cane feathers embroidered on both sides of his collar. This is a special sign that symbolizes the noble identity—the disciple of the golden lady!
Qing Yunzong has strict grades, and is divided into ordinary disciples, elders' personal disciples, and Jin Mao disciples.
Ordinary disciples are divided into lower disciples, intermediate disciples, and superior disciples.
Most of the more than 8,000 disciples in Qingyunzong were ordinary disciples. There were only six hundred disciples from the elders, while there were only thirty disciples from Jinyi, and only five from the teenage age.
The man in front of him is the disciple of Jin Mao, one of the five geniuses of the new generation, Jin Jiancheng Mu.
He is extremely talented and has created many miracles of Qing Yunzong. The golden sword is a weapon forged by the Qing Yunzong suzerain himself, and he can emit a strong sword.
Qin Ming is an ordinary disciple, an inferior disciple among ordinary disciples, or a punished inferior disciple, and belongs to the lowest group. Compared to the person in front of him, an eagle in the sky and a sparrow on the ground.
"What happened?" Cheng Mu said indifferently. He came to Yaoshan to get some spirit grass. He only came when he heard a fight in the middle of the road. The scene was messy, and there was a flame on the ground.
Qin Ming was seriously injured now, but Mu Cheng didn't mean to help, but looked at Qin Ming poorly.
"It's okay, bother you." Qin Ming pressed with severe pain and weakness, and turned to leave.
"Stop!" Cheng Mu coldly drank.
Qin Ming covered his chest wound and turned his back to Cheng Mu. "Say!"
"I reminded you more than once. The more powerful you are, the more severe the punishment. Never want to leave Qing Yunzong. You'd better be your servant obediently, respect everyone, if you can lower your head, don't raise your head, you can bend. Don't stand still, so that you can be forgiven. If you want to return to your ancient city of Thunder one day earlier, just do what I say. "
"Good intentions lead!" Qin Ming did not return, leaving the top of the mountain.
"I don't know why!"
"Nothing to do with you."
"Don't think that you can be recognized when you enter the Lingwu Realm. Your parents are sinners of Qingyun Sect. Their sins will be paid for your whole life. You do n’t have martial arts to guide spiritual power. You will stop at Lingwu Sixth Heaven. "Cheng Mu Lengheng, a disciple of Jin Ye who everyone admires and admires, could not have ignored Qin Ming, a low-level disciple, but he has a special connection with Qin Ming— —Yu Qing!
Bian Qing is one of the five Jinyu disciples of Qingyunzong's new generation. He has a glorious appearance, has a talent recognized by all other factions, and has a dusty temperament. It is the heart of all disciples of Qingyunzong. goddess.
Cheng Mu loves Qi Qing, and is also a fanatical pursuit of Qi Qing.
But Qing Qing's heart was not with him at all.
Qin Ming ignored him and dragged his exhaustion and injury away from the top of the mountain. There was a light smile on his face, but this smile was distressing. In the past eight years, he had encountered too many such fights. He also understands that as his strength increases, the threats and scams will increase, but he has no fear, and he will not lower his head and hold his tail to be a man.
As long as you live, stand.
Just stand and stand out.
Beginning at noon, the world was drizzling.
Qin Ming returned to the warehouse to make lunch, greeted the old man, took a bit of food and hid himself in the mountainside behind the warehouse.
There are strange rocks and old trees, and the old tree is wrong. No one usually notices here, and no one comes over.
It was this place that became Qin Ming's own private training ground.
Here he did not smile, only serious.
From noon to late night, Qin Ming absorbed the vitality of life between heaven and earth, restored the spirit of vitality, and eased the injury.
It may be because of the second paragraph of the Shengsheng decision, the injury recovery rate is significantly faster this time.
"Lingwu Sixth Heaven, I really can't challenge it now. Strength, strength, I want strength."
Qin Ming stroked the scar on the palm of his chest. It will take some time to fully heal.
His strength is still too weak, he must become stronger and stronger.
After so many ups and downs, I finally got into the cosmopolitan realm of dreams. It is time to break through and work harder than before.
"Excellent disciple! Disciple disciple! Disciple Jin Mao!"
In his heart, Qin Ming kept silent on the level of Qing Yunzong's disciples, different levels, different treatments, and different influences. If he could become a disciple of Jin Mao, he would be half an elder. He used to only quench the spiritual realm and couldn't expect extravagant status. Now he finally broke into the spiritual realm. His primary goal is to get rid of his inferior discipleship. Only by improving his identity can he access more martial arts and grow faster. It is possible to gain more benefits for the people of the ancient city of Thunder.
"For myself, for my loved ones, and for the ancient city of thunder." Qin Mingteng leaped up and down, his feet calmly spreading his hands, his hands flexed and stretched out, and a wonderful hand-stretching.
Who says he can't martial arts? This is the start of the martial arts ‘King Kong Jin’, a martial art mastered by Qing Yunzong ’s personal disciple Di Yun.
According to Qingyun Sect's strict rules, martial arts must not be taught privately. Any disciple who borrows martial arts from Wuzong Pavilion must be registered, and the return time must be marked. The elders must also clearly register the martial arts.
Qin Ming did not refer to martial arts books, which he ventured to steal. Taking the opportunity of delivering goods everywhere, I observed every battle and experience of Di Yun, and kept it in my heart. From the study of appearances, after years of hard work and continuous improvement, eventually integrated, it is actually equivalent to creating this variation. King Kong.
This set of martial arts belongs to top-grade spiritual level. It is the strongest that can increase human explosive power by five times. The power is very overbearing. Hurt yourself.
Qin Ming actually learned a lot of martial arts in secret, such as the self-disciplined disciple Sima Yi's split-wind sword, the self-disciplined disciple Wei Chibin's Cangyun gun, and the personally-disclosed disciple's cold Liuhezhang, and finally decided to practice Jin Kongjin with all his strength.
His physique is special. After years of tempering, his physical conditions are far better than others, and he can easily control this set of diamond strength that others dare not try.
King Kong's strength was divided into five segments. Qin Ming researched the first three segments by himself. Since the latter four or five segments were too esoteric, he never succeeded.
But the first three paragraphs are enough for him to exert his strength.
"A period, King Kong ambush!" Qin Ming staggered, vigorous and swift, moving freely in the forest, blasting the giant tree in front of him.
"Click."
The ancient tree was surrounded by two people, trembling violently, was punched into a dark cave, and was directly penetrated by Qin Ming's King Kong.
Qin Ming's strongest punch can reach 600 pounds, which is definitely more than 1000 pounds.
Qin Ming staggered, dust was flying, dead leaves were dancing, and a whistling wind was set off.
Huh! Bang!
The loud roar rang in this remote mountainside. Qin Ming fully released himself and immersed himself in the martial arts. The giant trees and strange stones were all his targets. Many giant stones here were carried by himself. Over here.
He was not qualified to practice in the martial arts field, so he built a field of his own.
"Second stage, King Kong Tota!"
"Three stages, King Kong shakes the mountain!"
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Qin Mingben trembled and shook his body, his strength tripled, and the blast smashed a two-person-high boulder. The dust and mist swelled and the rocks splattered.
Double the strength of each segment, and it will also bring a strong load on his body. When Qin Ming hit the third segment, the blue tendons had crawled all over the body, and the skin surface appeared red.
Qin Ming has already practiced the first three stages of King Kong Jin's practice like fire, but he is pursuing a higher level. He must integrate his lightning power into it, so that King Kong's power can be strengthened again.
"Click!"
"Boom!"
All kinds of muffled sounds one after another, occasionally mixed with the harsh sound of electric rays.
Qin Ming was sweating in the dense forest, freely released himself, and deliberately studied his martial arts.
No one will guide, no one will help, everything is his own exploration.
Until the middle of the night, Qin Ming was lying on the cold stone, looking at the drowsy night, dripping the drizzle, and calming his body full of hot blood. He usually exerted King Kong's energy for a maximum of two hours, and today it was more than half an hour. His strong energy shook his body, his body was hot, and his blood was boiling.
Looking at it, two figures appeared in the dim sky, smiling at him.
Qin Ming smiled, but twitched two tears in the corner of his eye.
"Father ... Mother ..."
"Baby ... miss you ..."
"Where are you……"