If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

While Lu Jing was speaking in a low voice, he was already walking out of Qingliu Court.

And that Zhang Yuan's aura suddenly rose, and the bones all over his body clanged, this is the sound of gold and iron colliding!

This is the case in the second level of the three bone-casting levels.

Zhang Yuan's body accelerated suddenly, he sank, and then jumped up suddenly, like a boulder falling from a mountain, he smashed towards Lu Jing...

He formed fists with both hands, and as he waved, the violent wind hit Lu Jing's face.

Lu Jing was also calm, and all kinds of scenes came one after another in the thirty-six forms of the Crocodile Demon Bone Casting Skill.

His skin, flesh, fascia, and bones suddenly began to vibrate, and he was extremely focused.

He took a step forward with his right foot, and his waist was rooted!

"The crocodile demon attacking demon style!"

As soon as Lu Jing punched out, the surrounding air seemed to swirl, and the sound of gold and iron sounded from him.

That powerful punch hit Zhang Yuan from top to bottom!

Zhang Yuan crossed his arms and landed with a crash, causing strong winds to shake.

But Lu Jing with a calm face punched fiercely, hitting Zhang Yuan's arm fiercely.

boom!

There was an extremely dull muffled sound as the fists and arms clashed.

Zhang Yuanru was hit by a huge force, and his body suddenly stagnated in the air, and with this force, he flew out and landed on the boulevard!

He stood still on the ground, only to feel his arms go numb, and a little tremor flashed in his eyes.

"Bone Crying Gold Iron!"

Just as Zhang Yuan's mind moved, Lu Jing, whose eyes were still focused, and whose breath was still surging, came forward.

His counterattack was too fast, and in an instant, a leg as golden as iron pressed against Zhang Yuan's chest.

Zhang Yuan turned sideways, turned his five fingers up into claws, and punched Lu Jing's ribs.

Lu Jing's thirty-six-style crocodile demon bone-casting skill kept appearing in his mind, and his incomparable concentration allowed him to make a choice in an instant.

But seeing that Lu Jing's face remained unchanged, his iron leg was pulled across the air, and his right elbow was smashed down like a battering ram. The speed and force were not to be underestimated.

Clang! Clang!

With two sounds in succession, the air was like green bamboo bursting.

Zhang Yuan's whole body was shaken violently, his fist claw was bombarded by Lu Jing's right elbow, and his chest was also pumped by Lu Jing's iron leg.

An overwhelming force instantly hit his whole body.

This Lu Jing, a scholar, has such courage! Such a strong body!

Zhang Yuan was shocked! But he also practiced martial arts for many days, the metal and iron in his body resounded without retreating at all, the veins on his hands and arms burst out, and the sound of bones was endless!

clang!

Zhang Yuan's fists roared like a storm. Regardless of the severe pain coming from his body, his body shrank and twisted continuously, squeezed out all the strength in his body, and burst into Lu Jing's head!

Lu Jing's body stood upright, but his mind became more and more calm. The crocodile demon's bone-casting skill continued to run, and all the strength in his body turned into a violent gust of wind, pouring into his body and falling into his fist.

At this moment, Lu Jing seemed to have turned into a wild crocodile, opening its huge crocodile mouth, as if it wanted to choose someone to eat!

"With the idea of ​​the Great Ming King Yantian and the great sage's view, and the fate of a practice genius, my practice in one day is better than that of ordinary warriors in dozens of days!"

"Participating in research, working hard, and being a genius in practice, my mastery of martial arts, if it is engraved in my mind, every move is the mystery of the crocodile devil's bone casting skill, all these, I can cultivate a fearless spirit, confidence God, how invincible?"

Lu Jing's spirit is indomitable, and his eyes reveal the will to win!

clang!

Lu Jing and Zhang Yuan collided with each other!

Lu Jing's body roared, and the strong wind howled like a raging storm.

The veins in Zhang Yuan's eyes popped up, and the muscles on his arms were cracked inch by inch, and then...

Zhang Yuan only felt a tyrannical force coming into his body, his whole body was shaking, and the blood on his arms burst out.

The next moment, his body was thrown out like a rag, and landed in the forest far away, breaking more than ten green bamboos.

Lu Jing still stood where he was, exhaled and retracted his fists, his expression calmed down.

His spirit became sharper and thicker, like a sharp sword, like a mountain!

"Warrior is like steel and iron. Only by constantly sharpening can we become a weapon. If I always win, the speed of martial arts advancement will be even more courageous."

Lu Jing's thoughts were turbulent, and finally turned into a fleeting surprise, which came out of his eyes.

The Great Ming Wang Guan thought, the crocodile devil's bone casting skill!

Cultivate geniuses, participate in research, and be diligent and hardworking!

Coupled with his own talent and roots, the accumulation of all these things turned out to be so extraordinary.

"After the bone rings like gold and iron, the bone is like a bell, and when the bell rings, the blood is pouring!"

While thinking, Lu Jing slowly walked towards Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan fell among the green bamboos, in a panic.

His right arm was already shattered, his flesh and blood had exploded, his chest and sternum were broken, his internal organs were forcibly squeezed, and he spit out mouthfuls of blood.

The blood was also mixed with fragments of internal organs.

When Lu Jing saw this scene, he felt that it was extremely bloody. He still took a deep breath to suppress the discomfort in his heart.

"A gentleman is like a tool, if you don't grind it, you will lose!" Lu Jing encouraged himself in his heart.

Qingyue in the distance didn't dare to look at Zhang Yuan and turned her back, but she was still rejoicing in her heart.

"It's too scary. Fortunately, the young master is fine."

Lu Jing walked all the way in front of Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan's eyes slowly opened and closed, his spirit was like a spring.

But the light in his eyes fell on Lu Jing, and his mind was already clear.

"Assaulting and killing Palace Master Lu's house as a servant is a crime worthy of death."

Lu Jing knelt down slowly, looking at Zhang Yuan who kept spitting blood.

"But if you die, Lu Jiang won't know my courage, and he won't be more angry if he doesn't see your miserable situation."

"And since you're useless, life would be better than death, and you've paid the price."

Lu Jing patted Zhang Yuan's chest lightly, and his expression gradually cooled down: "Go back and tell him that he is just a bastard, and he didn't dare to attack me openly, he only dared to do some deeds for death. No wonder he wanted to vent his grievances towards Nan Xuehu on me, hoping to use this to understand his thoughts."

"In that case..."

Lu Jing stood up, tall and tall, and the evening sunlight fell on him, making him even more dazzling.

"Lu Jiang thought that I was just a son-in-law, a concubine who was not favored, and was rejected by the Nanfu, so he felt that even if I was abolished, Mrs. Ning and Mrs. Zhong, who have always hated me, would turn a blind eye. .”

"He thought that by abolishing me, he was clearing up the obstacles for everyone. As long as there is a substitute for the dead ghost, he can sit back and relax..."

While Lu Jing was speaking, he turned around slowly: "But he never thought that in the balance of many interests, I, Lu Jing, am the most important."

"Lu Mansion, Nan Mansion, Nan Heyu, Nan Xuehu, Old Madam, Mrs. Zhong, plus you Lu Jiang, it seems that I never thought about it..."

"After doing so many things, I still need to ask my pawn, the thorn in my side, for my opinion."

Lu Jing seemed to be talking to Zhang Yuan, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

He whispered all the way, all the way to Qingyue's back.

"Qingyue." The indifference in Lu Jing's eyes disappeared, replaced by a touch of tenderness.

"Master... Does your hand... hurt?"

Qing Yue turned around and grabbed Lu Jing's hand.

"We go home."