Chapter 7

Qin Ming leaned against the stone jar. He was more seriously injured and gasped. The chest hurt by the fire snake's palm smells of barbecue, and the bones in the chest seem to be cracked. But he didn't cry pain, didn't show weakness, and a bad smile came up at the corners of his mouth. "Sister Zhao Min, don't shout so loud, it's misunderstood."

"You madman! Asshole! You asshole!" Zhao Min screamed in shame and anger. She was about to attack again, but the wound on her shoulder hurt her face white.

"If you can waste me, don't talk nonsense. If you can't waste me, roll." Qin Ming spat blood, touched the throwing knife at his waist, reluctantly lifted his breath, put on a strange posture, and gathered his strength to his right hand.

This is his life-saving throwing knife skill. If Zhao Min didn't have too much, he wouldn't show it easily.

"He can fly a knife?" Zhao Min didn't hide his complaint to Zhao lie. This flying knife technique can't be practiced in two or three years, and it's very cunning. Coupled with his strength, it's amazing. It's not like he practiced it casually. It's more like a set of martial arts, but Qingyun sect doesn't seem to have a flying knife.

"I really don't know." Zhao lie was depressed and frightened. He also saw that the throwing knife was unusual.

"Hello, sister Zhao Min, you're all gone." Qin Ming whistled.

"Shameless!" Zhao Min hurriedly pulled her skirt. Qin Ming's eyes coagulated and seized the opportunity to wave at the first time to play a throwing knife. But at this time, a breaking wind sounded, and a boy carrying an iron sword rushed here. The iron sword was golden, and he could feel the fierce sword spirit and frightening light from a distance.

"Jin Jian Cheng Mu? Damn it, how did he come here." Zhao Min's face changed slightly. She immediately withdrew her ragged clothes and rushed into the dense forest. Before leaving, she looked angrily at Qin Ming.

"Sister! Wait for me." Zhao lie also recognized the man and ran away in a hurry, ignoring Qin's life.

Qin Ming frowned and put away the throwing knife.

After a while, a young man in black came to Qin Ming. He was very handsome, not weak, but masculine. His facial features were angular and linear, his eyes were sharp and deep, and he didn't feel oppressive.

Black clothes can't hide his outstanding heroic appearance. The most eye-catching thing is the golden plumes embroidered on both sides of his collar, which is a special sign and represents his noble identity - Jinling disciple! Qingyun sect has a strict hierarchy and is divided into ordinary disciples, elders' own disciples and Jinling disciples.

Ordinary disciples are divided into inferior disciples, medium disciples and superior disciples.

Among the more than 8000 disciples of Qingyun sect, the vast majority are ordinary disciples. There are only 600 elders' own disciples, while there are only 30 Jinling disciples and only five teenagers.

In front of him is Jin Ling's disciple, Jin Jiancheng mu, one of the five Wizards of the new generation.

He has great talent and has created many miracles of Qingyun sect. The golden sword is a sharp weapon forged for him by the Lord of Qingyun sect. He can emit fierce sword spirit.

Qin Ming is not only an ordinary disciple, but also an inferior disciple among ordinary disciples, but also a punished inferior disciple. He belongs to the lowest group. Compared with the people in front of us, an eagle in the sky and a sparrow on the ground.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Mu said coldly. He wanted to go to the medicine mountain to get some spiritual herbs. He didn't come until he heard a fight on the way. The scene was messy and there were flames on the ground. It was obvious that there had been a fight just now.

Qin Ming is seriously injured now, but mu Cheng doesn't mean to help. Instead, he looks at Qin Ming with bad eyes.

"It's all right. Please take care of it." Qin life turned to leave under the pressure of severe pain and weakness.

"Stop!" Cheng Mu drank coldly.

Qin Ming covered his chest wound and turned his back to Cheng Mu. "Say!"

"I've reminded you more than once that the stronger you are, the more severe the punishment you will be. You'd better never leave Qingyun sect. You'd better be your servant and be in awe of everyone. Don't look up if you can lower your head and don't stand if you can bend down. Only in this way can you be pardoned. If you want to return to your thunder ancient city one day earlier, do what I say one day earlier."

"Good intentions!" Qin Ming left the top of the mountain without looking back.

"No good or bad!"

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Don't think you can be recognized when you enter the Lingwu realm. Your parents are sinners of Qingyun sect, and their sins will be compensated by you all your life. You can't go further in the Lingwu realm without martial arts to guide the Lingwu realm. I'm sure you'll stop walking in the six fold heaven of Lingwu." Cheng Mu Leng hum, he is a Jinling disciple who is awed and envied by everyone. He could have ignored Qin Ming, a lower disciple, But there is a special connection between him and Qin Ming - Yue Qing! Yueqing is one of the five golden plume disciples of Qingyun sect in the new generation. She has the beauty of the country and the city, the talent recognized by other sects and factions, and the temperament of being immortal. She is the goddess in the hearts of all Qingyun sect disciples.

Cheng Mu loves Yueqing and pursues Yueqing enthusiastically.

But Yueqing's heart is not with him at all.

Qin Ming ignored him and left the top of the mountain with fatigue and injury. He has a light smile on his face, but this smile is distressing. In the past eight years, he has encountered too many fights. He also knew that as his strength increased, he would be more threatened and framed, but he was not afraid, nor would he lower his head and hold his tail.

As long as you live, stand.

As long as you stand, stand up.

It began to drizzle at noon.

Qin Ming returned to the warehouse to make lunch, said hello to the old man, took some food and hid himself in the hillside behind the warehouse.

There are jagged rocks and wrong old trees. Usually no one will notice here and no one will come.

It was such a place that Qin ordered his own private martial arts training ground.

Here, he did not smile, only serious.

From noon to midnight, Qin Ming swallowed the life Qi between heaven and earth, recovered his essence and spirit, and eased his injury.

Maybe it's because of the second paragraph of cultivation, the recovery speed of this injury is much faster.

"Lingwu liuchongtian is really not what I can challenge now. Strength, strength, I want strength."

Qin Ming stroked the palm print scar on his chest. It will take some time for it to heal completely.

Their strength is still too weak. They must become stronger and stronger.

After so many years of ups and downs, I finally entered the dream Lingwu realm. It's time to make a breakthrough and work harder than before.

"Superior disciple! Pro disciple! Jinling disciple!"

Qin Ming silently recited the disciple level of Qingyun sect, different levels, different treatment and different influence. If he could become a Jinling disciple, he would be equal to half an elder. In the past, he just quenched the spirit and couldn't expect his status. Now he finally broke into the spirit and martial arts. His primary goal is to get rid of his status as a lower disciple. Only when his status is improved can he contact more martial arts and grow faster, and it is possible to strive for more benefits for the people of thunder ancient city.

"For myself, for my family, for the thunder ancient city." Qin mingteng jumped up, his heart was calm, his feet slowly spread, his hands bent and stretched, and launched a wonderful start gesture.

Who says he doesn't know martial arts? This is the starting form of the martial arts' Vajra strength ', which is mastered by Di Yun, a disciple of Qingyun clan.

According to the strict regulations of Qingyun sect, martial arts must not be taught privately. Any disciple who borrows martial arts from the Martial Arts Pavilion must register and mark the return time. The martial arts taught by the elders must also be clearly registered.

Qin Ming didn't read the martial arts books. He took a risk to steal it. Taking the opportunity of delivering goods everywhere, I observed Di Yun's every battle and experience, and kept it in my heart. From the appearance research, I went through many years of hard cultivation, continuous improvement, and finally mastered it. In fact, I created this set of variant King Kong strength.

This set of martial arts belongs to the top spirit level. It is the strongest and can increase people's explosive power by as much as five times. It is very powerful, but it is extremely demanding for physique. First of all, you must forge your body into steel muscles and iron bones before you can exert it strongly, otherwise you will easily hurt yourself.

In fact, Qin Ming secretly learned many martial arts, such as the split wind sword of disciple Sima Yao, the cangyun gun of disciple Wei Chibin, and the Six Harmonies palm of disciple Leng Ming. Finally, he decided to practice Vajra strength with all his strength.

His physique is special. After years of tempering, his physical condition is far better than others, and he can easily control this set of Vajra strength that others dare not try.

King Kong Jin is divided into five sections. Qin ordered himself to study the first three sections. Because the last four or five sections are too abstruse, he has not succeeded.

But the first three paragraphs are enough for him to give full play to his strength.

"For a while, King Kong subdues the tiger!" Qin ordered him to gallop at the wrong step, vigorous and swift, move vertically and horizontally in the forest, and blast his fist at the huge tree in front.

"Click."

The ancient tree was surrounded by two people and trembled violently. It was made a dark hole and directly penetrated by the King Kong strength of Qin life.

Qin Ming's strongest fist can reach 600 Jin, which is definitely more than 1000 Jin.

Qin ordered the wrong steps to move, the dust was flying, the dead leaves were dancing, and a howling wind was blowing.

Boom! Boom!

The deafening roar resounded in the remote hillside. Qin Ming released himself with all his strength and immersed himself in the hard cultivation of martial arts. Giant trees and strange stones were all his targets. He carried many giant stones here.

He was not qualified to practice in the martial arts arena, so he built a venue himself.

"Second paragraph, King Kong tota!"

"Three sections, King Kong shakes the mountain!"

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Qin ordered him to shake his body and arms during the gallop. His strength surged three times. He crashed into a two person high boulder. The dust and fog surged and the rocks splashed, shaking in the dark.

Each section will double its strength and bring a strong load to his body. When Qin Ming played the third section, all green tendons had covered his body and the surface of his skin was red.

Qin Ming has made the first three stages of the cultivation of King Kong Jin as pure as fire, but he pursues higher. He wants to integrate his lightning power into it to enhance the power of King Kong Jin again.

"Click!"

"Boom!"

All kinds of muffled sounds come and go, occasionally mixed with the harsh sound of electricity.

Qin Ming sweated in the dense forest, released himself heartily and painstakingly studied his martial arts.

No one to guide, no one to help, everything is his own groping.

Until midnight, Qin Mingyang lay on the cold stone, looked at the dark night, drenched with the light rain, and quietly calmed his hot blood. He usually exerts his Vajra strength for up to two hours. Today, for the first time, he has more than half an hour. His strong strength makes his body hot, his whole body is steaming, and his blood seems to be boiling.

Looking at him, it seemed that two figures appeared in the dark sky and smiled at him.

Qin Ming smiled, but two tears came out of the corners of his eyes and murmured.

"Father... Mother..."

"I miss you..."

"Where are you..."