Chapter 228

This is a poem by Qiu Jin, a heroine. It was adapted by Wang Yong, and the meaning of the poem changed greatly.

Originally, it was a generous decapitation poem of sacrifice for the country, but now it has become a reluctant question that loyal officials are framed and have nowhere to complain.

The sound on the wall of Longquan at night is just right to point out Wang Yong's hatred.

After hearing this, Yao Xingyuan sighed heavily.

He didn't care to ask the secret hidden in Wang Yong's heart, but he knew from the poem how much suffering and hatred Wang Yong was suffering.

Perhaps this is the source of Wang Yong's abnormal tolerance? When a person's spirit is strong, few things can defeat him. Not even death.

This kind of person can be called a real dead man.

Looking at the word "kill" on the cliff, while appreciating it, Yao Xingyuan suddenly thought of a very important problem.

The strokes of this killing character are not made in one stroke, but are carved separately. In other words, Wang Yong burst out more than six times when he engraved the word!

What does that mean? It means that Wang Yong is just like a sea. As soon as the gate is opened, the sea water will pour in freely, surging. The total amount of dark energy in the body is far more than that of ordinary people.

Yao Xingyuan clearly remembers that when he realized the dark power, he only made four strokes, and then he felt weak and could not bear it.

If you can't effectively quench the viscera in the later stage, but you often use the dark force. Then this man will die early and will not live long.

So many experts will use the dark force on the blade, and it will burst out when they are sure to kill the opponent. However, Wang Yong ignored this principle at all, and even exhausted himself after a whole night's chiseling, he still played an excessive dark force.

"This guy is a humanoid elephant." Yao Xingyuan sighed in his heart.

At this time, Wang Yong asked: "master Yao, I just had a good time in my heart and understood the dark power method, but it was still not perfect when it was running. It took eight times to carve a killing character in six paintings. Is there anything wrong with that

"I'm X!" After listening to Wang Yong's words, Yao Xingyuan didn't answer, but couldn't help cursing.

Eight dark strength! It's twice as much as I used to be!

This boy is not a man, he must not be a man! Yao Xingyuan shook his head jealously.

"Well? Master Yao, what do you mean by shaking your head? Did I do it wrong? Or I'll send it to you again Wang Yong picked up the hammer, will send a dark strength.

Yao Xingyuan's face suddenly changed.

God, eight is not enough. It can be sent again! What kind of monster is this!

"No! Now that you have the spare power to do it again, come down and fight with me. " Yao Xingyuan can't believe it, so he wants to experience the quality of Wang Yong's dark strength.

If there is quantity but no quality, it's useless. A hundred tickles can't match a single hit.

Yao Xingyuan suspected that Wang Yong's dark strength was not high in quality, otherwise how could it be so adverse?

"All right!" Wang Yong smell speech, untie the rope, Chi slip down to the ground.

Just landed, just a little smile, remind Yao Xingyuan attention, in the past of ordinary slap.

It's soft and powerless. It's like the HuaQuan embroidered leg that can be played by the old man on the roadside. But after touching Yao Xingyuan's arm, suddenly a needle like force burst out and penetrated into Yao Xingyuan's pores.

Yao Xingyuan's face was still smiling a second ago, but he was stunned a second later, without any smile.

"How can it be!" Yao Xingyuan yelled like hell.

Pa Pa, swing the palm of the crisp sound, as if burned in general.

Just now, he had already used his dark strength to resist, but Wang Yong's dark strength penetrated his defense and reached the deep muscle. His whole palm became numb and numb, and he lost consciousness.

Is this still the secret strength of a new comer? This is the dark strength of a dark strength veteran!

"What's the matter, master Yao?" Wang Yong asked when he saw that Yao Xingyuan's expression was wrong.

Yao Xingyuan did not answer, but a hand, said: "can you send it? Come again

Wang Yong scratched his head: "I'm a little tired, but I should be able to play a few more times."

Say, it is palm brandish again, hit Yao Xingyuan directly.

Yao Xingyuan did not dare to take it lightly this time. He used his real strength.

Poof!

Such as in the catkins, issued a dull sound, this time to shake hands has become Wang Yong.

After all, Yao Xingyuan, who tried his best, was better than Wang Yong. In the case of Wang Yong's attack, Wang Yong's dark strength was shaken back only by defense and counterattack.

However, the shock in Yao Xingyuan's eyes is more obvious.

Because he understood that this was not Wang Yong's peak power. From Wang Yong's understanding of dark power to now, he has played ten times. After ten times of dark strength, even if it is him, the quality will decline.

You know, Wang Yong is just a novice! It took less than half an hour to understand the dark power! If some teachers know this, they must be angry!

"No more, no more. Master Yao, you are very powerful. Now I'm just like being hollowed out. I can't lift any strength. " Wang Yong waved his hand a little tired and said.

Yao Xingyuan was relieved. Fortunately, Wang Yong didn't say any more. Otherwise, he will dissect Wang Yong to see how his body is made up.

But at the thought of Wang Yong, he was still much better than he was then, and the quality of his dark strength exceeded several times. Yao Xingyuan was a little depressed.

The teacher nodded and wrote a big score of 60.

Then when he counted the scores of the whole paper, he was stunned again.

Because the whole paper is full score!

Only the full score of the composition is enough. The full score of the whole paper is frightening. To know the college entrance examination for decades, the Chinese full score of five fingers can count over! Although this is only a school simulation test, it's not normal.

This... The teacher's hand trembled. He could only look at Mr. Wu for help.