Chapter 39: Come to die

Soon the next morning, Zhao Yiming faced the early morning sun. Stretched out comfortably, and shook his head with a hangover.
Zhao Yiming started another day of great business, he had just killed a monster. I saw a person walking towards him, with killing intent in his eyes.
Zhu Chaowei felt that his luck was really good today, and it didn't take long to come out. He found the target he was looking for, and walked over quickly with a grin on his face.
Zhu Chaowei looked at Zhao Yiming with his nostrils, with a high-pitched look. He said with disdain: "I really don't know where you have the courage to hit Young Master Huang. It's just a woman, it's a disaster!"
Zhao Yiming thought about what Qiao Wei said yesterday. It seems that the person in front of him should be Huang Wei's lackey. He smiled and said: "Where is this mad dog that ran out, barking here in the morning!"
Zhu Chaowei couldn't help being furious. He pointed at Zhao Yiming and shouted angrily: "You kid really doesn't know the heights of the sky, look at the uncle, I will twist your head off and kick the ball, die!"
Zhu Chaowei's kung fu is also quite extraordinary, and he patted it with the palm of his mouth. The palm wind was bitter, and it was a dull pain in the face.
Zhao Yiming made a lost step and flashed to the side. Zhu Chaowei's palm was slapped on a big tree behind, and the whole tree broke at the sound of a click.
Zhao Yiming's realm is a small stage lower than Zhu Chaowei, he did not face Zhu Chaowei head-on! Instead, he used Mizongbu to deal with him non-stop, and he used Lengzi to attack such a few tricks!
Zhu Chaowei couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his heart when his continuous attacks failed! He was very worried that Wang Zhe would rush over and grab the fruits of victory with him.
Zhu Chaowei let out a loud roar, and pushed out both palms flatly, "Double Dragons are going to sea!" Two dragon-shaped energy burst out from his hands, sizzling in the air.
Zhao Yiming was also taken aback. He didn't expect Zhu Chaowei to have such a sturdy hand. He also breathed in abruptly, and directly shot two open palms. The sturdy palm strength was mixed with the strong wind, and it hit the dragon-shaped innocent energy heavily.
Splitting the palm is a martial skill after all, and its power is quite powerful. At close range, he burst out with all his strength, and directly slapped the two dragon-shaped zhenqi away. The scattered strength is like a sharp steel knife, leaving deep marks on these trees. He just hit a vacuum zone in the woods.
Zhao Yiming didn't dare to neglect, and then he shot another empty palm. The swift palm force directly hit Zhu Chaowei's chest. Zhu Chaowei was extremely shocked and said: "It is actually a one-star martial arts."
It is a pity that Zhu Chaowei was too late to dodge at this time, and was hit by this palm. Directly smashed all the breast bones, and the blood spewed out from his mouth was still mixed with pieces of internal organs.
"Congratulations to the host, kill Zhu Chaowei in the Ninth Stage of Condensation Qi. Gained five thousand experience points and two points for Shura. Lower-grade spirit crystals are five yuan, and the world-level lower-grade martial arts Kanglong regrets it."
"Congratulations to the host for gaining a world-class low-grade martial arts, Kanglong regrets it. Do you want to practice immediately?"
Zhao Yiming couldn't believe his ears, he didn't expect that he would actually explode the world-class martial arts. However, the name Kang Long has regret, it sounds familiar, he immediately chose to practice!
"Congratulations to the host for the successful cultivation, the world-level lower-grade martial arts has regrets! The current level of entry, this martial arts is the first emperor-level middle-grade martial arts style to drop the dragon with eighteen palms!"
Zhao Yiming's mood at this time can no longer be described as ecstasy, he is already so excited that he doesn't know Bei. No wonder the name Kang Longyougui sounds so familiar, it turned out to be the famous Jianglong Eighteen Palms!
The three empty palms just now have exhausted Zhao Yiming's internal energy. The eight cyclones are running frantically, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth to supplement them!
There was a burst of wild laughter, and Wang Zhe walked out of the woods with a wicked smile. He glanced at Zhu Chaowei's corpse with disdain, and said with a cold snort, "It's really a trash! What if he is good at it? Isn't it a wedding dress for the master!"
Zhao Yiming let out a sigh of relief, but now he has only recovered 30 to 40% of his internal energy. It seems that we have to make decisions and delay as much as possible!
Wang Zhe is quite insidious, in fact, he has already been here. However, he discovered that Zhu Chaowei was also coming here, hiding in the woods, planning to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight!
As Wang Zhe expected, the cranes and clams competed for the fisherman's profit! It's just that he didn't expect that Zhao Yiming would actually have a one-star martial skill. He felt that this was God's favor for him, and his good luck finally came.
Wang Zhe didn't give Zhao Yiming a chance to breathe back. He raised his hand and hit him on the chest. Zhao Yiming opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and he flew backward.
Wang Zhe took two steps forward again, and instilled an internal energy into Zhao Yiming's body. Using this to interrupt the movement of his inner anger is similar to acupuncture.
The cyclone in Zhao Yiming's body turned around, and the internal Qi that was raging in his body was actually raging. Inhaled a little bit of it, slowly replenishing the inner Qi.
Zhao Yiming was secretly happy, but his face made a look of grief and anger. Wang Zhe laughed and said, "Don't blame me, kid, it's just right for the weak to eat the strong! But if you are willing to hand over that one-star martial arts, I can consider letting you make a living!"
Zhao Yiming let out a cold snort and ignored it! Wang Zhe stepped forward and kicked again, another qi invaded his body.
Wang Zhe grinned and said: "A person who knows the current affairs is a brilliant man. You'd better hand over your martial arts! At least you can suffer less torture. If I speak, I will let you survive! Otherwise, I will let you survive. I can't die! I have to see if your bones are hard or my fists are hard!"
Wang Zhe hit Zhao Yiming more than a dozen punches continuously, just like punching sandbags. Zhao Yiming snorted softly, but the voice was really small.
Wang Zhe took a step forward and grabbed Zhao Yiming by the collar. He just lifted him up and asked eagerly: "What did you just say?"
There was a smile on Zhao Yiming’s face, and he said softly: "Did I say you came to die?" Then there was a tiger roar. At such a close distance, the sound wave of the tiger's Zen power directly shook Wang Zhe's Qi Qiao bleeding. The whole person stood still.
Zhao Yiming used the gravel foot again and kicked directly upwards. It was kicking on Wang Zhe's chin, and the powerful force directly kicked his chin to pieces.
Wang Zhe screamed, and he flew out backwards. Zhao Yiming immediately mobilized the remaining internal energy, which was a split palm, which was also mixed with cold air, directly hitting Wang Zhe's head.