Chapter 567

Angry and angry, Wang Bing stepped out directly and stood directly in front of the waste.

His eyes looked sideways, coldly at the wasted, slightly picked corners of his mouth, with a touch of disdain.

In fact, he was not such a person. He just wasted what he did today. It really annoyed him.

Let yourself punch him three times with all your strength?

Is this fun?

If you punch yourself, it's a cow, and you kill it, not to mention a man?

In this way, the Qi and blood value is just like an ordinary person. I'm afraid I can't even take a success. I'm ashamed to say that I want to take my three fists. It's really ridiculous to think about it.

It's too much!

Therefore, he smiled with sarcasm.

"It's not fair. Why don't I stand here and let you hit three punches at will? If you can beat me back, I won't mention the competition in the future!"

"Cough..."

Hearing this, the first cough is not waste, but brother Huo.

He tried to hold back, but it was too funny for him to hold back.

Let waste three punches?

My God?

How strong is it to dare to talk like this?

Anyway, I'm an expert in the period of refining Qi and transforming God. I absolutely dare not.

Don't say it's three punches, it's one punch. I'm afraid I'll go most of my life?

On his face, it was really wonderful. Looking at Wang Bing, his eyes were full of sympathy.

On the contrary, Shangguan YunRuo showed an expression of emotion, as if he wanted to persuade him to waste his time.

However, vanity has spoken before her.

"Hehe, you'd better do it. If I do it, you don't have a chance at all."

"Wow..."

Wang Bing was immediately angry, and the fire was three feet high.

At the moment, he didn't hold his identity any more. Instead, he snorted coldly and flashed a sinister color in his eyes.

For him, he had given the opportunity to waste time again and again, but it really annoyed him that waste was so unkind.

At the moment, as soon as he let go, he believed that Shangguan YunRuo also saw it. Even if he made his own move now, Miss Shangguan must be speechless.

So he stepped out and stepped straight in front of the waste.

A few words jumped out of the teeth: "OK, you asked for it!"

The words were cold and cold, with a strong sense of felling.

However, all the people around felt the cold felling and cold meaning of the body, but it seemed that they didn't feel it. Instead, they smiled calmly and nodded: "yes, I asked for it. Start quickly."

That expression is really irritating and deserves beating.

It's like enough. What's the expression map sent in our usual QQ? I'm XXX. You hit me!

Wang Bing, who has always been arrogant, how can he stand such stimulation? A flash of anger rushed all over his body in an instant, making his bones crackle.

There is no wind in all your clothes.

"Oh?" Brother Huo had a joking face, but at the moment, he suddenly became dignified.

It's because it's different from ordinary martial artists to practice foreign Kung Fu to such a level.

It should be said that Wang Bing has entered the ranks of Tao.

From Wu to Tao!

Moreover, it still enters the Tao with pure foreign Kung Fu. The Kung Fu and strength in this hand are absolutely strong.

Even steel and stone, I'm afraid they have to open in response.

No wonder he is so proud, but it turns out that he really has proud capital!

In fact, the innate realm has gone beyond the level of Qi practice and entered the realm of Qi refining and God transforming.

However, the way of preaching by martial artists is somewhat different from that of practitioners, because the martial arts skills only reach the congenital level at most, and then go up, there will be no more.

Because once entering the congenital state, this Qi will undergo essential changes.

At the beginning, the one who cultivates martial arts is called internal power, while the one who cultivates Taoism is called Zhenqi.

Once a martial artist enters the innate realm, he must cultivate true Qi in order to go further.

However, the martial arts do not have these skills, so it is really difficult to move forward.

However, when Wang Bing took this step, it was much more difficult than his internal power. Therefore, brother Huo's expression became dignified.

This is because although it is many times more difficult for outsiders to enter the Tao than for insiders, at the same time, once they enter the Tao, their combat effectiveness is also quite strong.

Before, brother Huo still had enough confidence to win the war against Wang Bing. At the moment, I feel that he and Wang Bing are really half weight.

If he hadn't condensed the true fire of his life recently, I'm afraid he didn't even have to face to face, the victory and defeat would have been divided, and the loser must be him.

Because of his war skills and means, he could not have an advantage over the previous king of war.

Therefore, he could not help worrying about waste.

However, looking back on wasting myself, I just flash a color of appreciation in my eyes at the moment, and there is no other meaning.

Is this, is this a plan?

Moreover, not only that, he also looked at Wang Bing seriously and reminded him, "remember to use all your strength, otherwise, if you fail at that time, don't find another reason!"

"Ha ha..."

Wang Bing was very angry and laughed back. He laughed all over his body. When the air flow turned, his clothes moved without wind and began to drum.

"Well, you asked for it!"

In the loud cry, he clenched his fist, but it brought out the wind, and hit the waste with a direct fist.

On the other side, Shangguan YunRuo's heart trembled. The power of this fist is also very strong, isn't it?

Moreover, looking at Wang Bing's appearance, he didn't mean to give in at all. It was clear that he wanted to kill waste with one punch. It was really

Therefore, Shangguan YunRuo couldn't help crying out: "Wang Bing, don't..."

However, she called too late. Wang Bing's punch was as fast as the wind and had hit the wasted chest.

"Bang..."

A solid fist, with the power of rubbing, hit the wasted chest like this.

Shangguan YunRuo almost didn't dare to open her eyes, because she was too afraid to see what she didn't want to see.

However, she subconsciously shouted: "waste!"

"Don't worry, I have nothing to do." To her surprise, there was a slight banter in vanity, which almost sounded with her cry.

Not only that, he smiled and looked at Wang Bing. Then he shook his head sympathetically and sighed gently: "Alas, you were making a loud noise all over your body. I thought this fist could be a little powerful, but now, your fist is too light and does not work at all. Do you eat at noon?"

"Cough..." Wang Bing had wasted his time in boxing, but he secretly regretted that he didn't dare to use his fist enough, and he was deeply sorry for Shangguan YunRuo.

But now, vanity is completely like nothing, standing in front of him as good as before, still the face that deserves beating.

He almost had to give up the illusion that his fist had not hit the wasted body at all.

Of course, he knows it's impossible because he can't feel wrong.

But there is nothing to waste. How is this possible?