Ghost Valley descendants in the city

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Zhong Yiming was extremely violent. His domineering punch not only severely injured Yang Hu and vomited blood, but also knocked him completely unconscious.

The battle between the two was very short. In less than ten minutes, Yang Hu was completely defeated. Although the battle was short, it did not explain the disparity in strength between the two. In a duel between masters, the outcome is often determined by the outcome.

Just in one move.

With the help of several comrades, Yang Hu stood up and his dislocated right arm was reattached, but his broken fingers still had to be seen by the hospital.

Yang Hu pushed aside several comrades around him, endured the severe pain in his hands, walked forward slowly, came to Zhong Yiming and said: "You are very strong, I am convinced that you lost! I apologize to you for the disrespect before.

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After Yang Hu finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Zhong Yiming.

This is how it is in the world of passionate soldiers like them. Strength is respected, and whoever has the bigger fist will be respected.

"I will challenge you again!" Yang Hu said with burning eyes.

The cold look on Zhong Yiming's face also disappeared, and he smiled and said: "I'm really sorry for not knowing the right balance!"

"If you are the one who fails, then your injuries will definitely be heavier than mine!" Yang Hu wiped the blood on his lips and said with a smile.

"Then we are friends!" Zhong Yiming said as he held his left hand and their chests leaned against each other.

"Best friend!" Yang Hu said with a smile on his face, and the way the sergeants next to him looked at Zhong Yiming also changed.

Wang Yang, who was sitting aside, looked at this innocent friendship, and a smile of reminiscence appeared on his somewhat weathered face. Looking at the young couple in front of him, Wang Yang seemed to see himself back then.

"Very good! Young man, you have proved to us how powerful you are, so you will still participate in this competition!" Wang Yang stood up, walked in front of the two of them, and said with a smile.

"You must teach that arrogant island countryman a lesson for me!" Yang Hu said.

Zhong Yiming patted him on the shoulder and said: "Don't worry. As long as I have a chance, I will kill him!"

"This guy, he talks so domineeringly!"

"It's my type!"

"We must kill him!"

There were all bloody men in the field, and Zhong Yiming's words immediately resonated, and they all wanted to find an islander to fight with them.

Zhong Yiming followed Wang Yang out of the martial arts hall, while Yang Hu went to the hospital accompanied by several comrades.

It was still in that office, and the cracked floor had not been cleaned, making it look like a mess.

"Sit!" Wang Yang said as he sat in his seat.

Zhong Yiming sat down and asked curiously: "What exactly does your department do?"

"You should know, I can tell you without asking!" Wang Yang tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, looking at Zhong Yiming thoughtfully and said.

Seeing Wang Yang's appearance, Zhong Yiming asked carefully: "Don't you want to regret it again?"

"Who taught you the ancient Chinese martial arts?" Wang Yang asked nonchalantly.

"You...how did you tell?"

This was Zhong Yiming's first time to use ancient Chinese martial arts completely. But what he didn't expect was that there were still people who knew about this almost extinct martial art.

Ancient Chinese martial arts, as the name suggests, are fighting techniques that existed in ancient times.

In ancient times, there were only a few beasts and the natural environment was very harsh. In the harsh struggle of "natural selection and survival of the fittest", people naturally produced punches, kicks, fingers and palm strikes, jumping, rolling, etc.

A series of primary offensive and defensive methods.

In this process, people combined the hunting skills of some large beasts to create a series of fighting skills. Through these skills, people in ancient times could fight large beasts with their bare hands.

Since these fighting techniques were created for survival, the moves are sure to kill, the moves are to target people's vital points, and the short ones are extremely brutal.

"Very good! I'm very optimistic about you!" Wang Yang did not answer his words, but said something that made Zhong Yiming want to vomit blood.

Zhong Yiming clearly remembered that this was the third time someone said "I am very optimistic about you".

"What do you think of me?" Zhong Yiming was very confused.

"Beigong Liuyun is best at the one-sword style. I'm wondering if I should give you a weapon?" Wang Yang said, rolling his eyes.

Hearing that the other party was going to give him a weapon, Zhong Yiming immediately became extremely excited. He stood up and said, "What else are you thinking about? Hurry up and take me to the arsenal to pick out one you can get!"

"Go away, kid. This is your game, why should I give you weapons!"

"For the honor of the country!"

"I've explained this before!"

"For our Chinese Kung Fu!"

Wang Yang stopped talking.

"Because we are all Chinese!"

Wang Yang didn't speak and became silent.

"Since I have nothing to say, then quickly give me the weapon and move around!" Zhong Yiming said excitedly.

"A guy with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth!" Wang Yang rolled his eyes at Zhong Yiming, stood up, walked to the bookcase, and took out a round stick that was completely black and about one meter long.

"Are you planning to give me this fire stick?" Zhong Yiming curled his lips and said.

"Hang!"

A blinding white light flashed suddenly, and a strand of hair floated down from Zhong Yiming's head.

Zhong Yiming stood there motionless, staring at the bright long knife between his neck with a look of horror.

From taking the knife out of its sheath, to cutting off a strand of hair, and then pointing the knife at his throat, these three actions all happened in an instant. If Wang Yang had the intention to kill Zhong Yiming, in this instant,

He could have died three times.

"Since you think it's a fire stick and don't care about it, I'll keep it for myself!" Wang Yang took back the long, bright knife and said seriously.

"No! I like Tang knives the most. I have always wanted to own one. Thank you very much for making my dream come true!" Zhong Yiming blinked and said shamelessly.

This is a Tang knife.

The reason why Zhong Yiming thought of it as a fire stick at first was because the scabbard and handle of this Tang Dao were both pitch black. Even though the scabbard was round, there was not even a trace of pattern on it.

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This Tang Dao is about one meter long, with a straight and wide blade, and black strings delicately wrapped around the handle. The overall look gives people a low-key, heavy, and majestic feeling.

Wang Yang sheathed the Tang Sword and threw it to Zhong Yiming, and warned: "Take good care of it, and don't lose its reputation!"

"Does it have a great reputation?" Zhong Yiming took the Tang Dao and played with it fondly, then raised his head and asked.

"Shengsheng!" Wang Yang said.

Zhong Yiming shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it!"

"Wu Zetian's knife!" Wang Yang explained.

"Blizzard. How is it possible?" Zhong Yiming's face did not believe in God Se, saying, "How can you be willing to give me such a valuable thing?"

"I'm too lazy to explain to you. Get out of the ground and look upset!" Wang Yang waved his hand and said impatiently.

Zhong Yiming turned and walked away. After pulling the door, he said, "Thank you for your knife!"

"This little boy!" Wang Yang shook his head.

The three men who brought Zhong Yiming here had been waiting at the door. After Zhong Yiming came out of the office, the three of them brought the way in front.

Shortly after Zhong Yiming left, Wang Yang grabbed the phone on the table and dialed a number to go out. "He left with the Shengsheng knife!"

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Returning to the original road, the three strong men still drove the six -wheeled Hummer and shot Zhong Yiming to Huaqing University.

"Boy is okay, our tiger is not your opponent!" A strong man said with a smile.

"Is Yang Hu the most powerful between you?" Yang Hu's prestige in this department was very high. At a time, he could see it in the morning, so he asked curiously.

"No! There are two more powerful than him, but they have gone out to perform tasks!"

"Count your kid!"

"..."

After returning to school, Zhong Yiming called Chen Ruxue and told her that she had nothing to worry about.

After Zhong Yiming returned to the dormitory, they hadn't slept yet, and they were waiting for Zhong Yiming's news. In this regard, Zhong Yiming was very moved, and then left the Tang knife to them.

"According to me, this Tang knife is really likely to be Wu Zetian's knife!" Zhang Siqiang nodded.

"Why?" Liu Hao didn't believe it very much.

"You think, this blade is not slippery, and the size is just right. With Wu Zetian's mentality at that time, hey ... there must be no toss of this scabbard. Maybe she has also used this rough knife handle!

"Zhang Siqiang really talked about this.

"Well!"

"nausea!"

"Two forced!"

After listening to his explanation, the other three people rolled their eyes in the same way.

After taking a bath, Zhong Yiming sat on his knees and spit it up. Since the mud pill palace was washed away, Zhong Yiming used meditation to instead of sleeping. The result was far better than sleeping.

You think, meditation and vomiting for two hours, it is equivalent to sleeping for one night.

One inch of light yin, one inch of gold, inch gold hard to buy inch yin.

PS: On the first day after Tanabata, are you all rest? If you take a good rest, give the old ghost a few collections!