From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 280 The First Arrival
Sleeping with Cheng Jiexiong is of course a joke, because it is impossible for him to sleep while transforming for Leng Kong to observe.

But living in the Zou Liu Yuan is confirmed.

In the following time, Leng Kong stuck to Jiexiong's body in the morning, feeling the pulsation of the opponent's muscles (biomagnetic field?) when he transformed, with the blessing of Ghost Brain, the progress can be said to be very good.

In the afternoon, I enjoy the rare sour time with Zhu Mei Niwai.

As for the evening?

Of course it belongs to two people!

The combination of work and rest can be regarded as being flexibly used to the limit by Leng Kong.

In the past four years of blade teeth, his mind has been in a tense state.

In the early stage, because of being under the strong shadow, he didn't dare to waste a second, and immersed himself in the practice. In the later stage, in order to defeat Yujiro, he even replaced his sleep with meditation. He practiced 36 hours a day (Jack?) just to get Fan Ma's blood.

After returning to the Zou Liuyuan, he was completely relaxed from the soul to the body. Leng Kong felt that his will and body, which had been condensed to the extreme, showed signs of breakthrough again?
This feeling is very mysterious, and Leng Kong only feels a little stronger when he tastes the pure fruit.

But unfortunately, Zhu Mei was not strong enough to last long.

After enjoying it comfortably for three months, Leng Kong felt that his blood was getting cold and his bones were getting rusty.
Gentle Township, Hero Tomb!
The ancients were right when they said that people just cannot be at ease for too long.

But at this time, Leng Kong finally adjusted the frequency of muscle fluctuations to be consistent with that of Jie Xiongming, thus mastering the mystery of the body's free shrinking and expanding.

After she was in normal shape, she accompanied Zhu Mei to shopping malls in Tokyo, ate all kinds of delicacies, and even went to watch Cai Yexiang's boxing match.

Finally, it's time to start again.

late at night,

Looking at Zhu Mei who was sleeping soundly in his arms, Leng Kong lovingly kissed the beauty's forehead, then got out of bed and walked out the door gently.

Standing on the balcony, he closed his eyes and entered the pure white space, and then the suspended light cluster that shrouded Fist Wish Island shot out a beam of light to quickly pull the cold sky into the gate of heaven.

"Mr. Leng."

The next second after the cold air flew away with the ball of light, Zhu Mei, who was lying on the bed, opened her eyes, with crystal teardrops hanging on her long eyelashes.

When she accompanied her on crazy shopping in Leng Kong and played with her recklessly, Zhu Mei knew that her husband was leaving again.

This world is too small, Leng Jun's stage is destined to be the heavens and worlds behind the Tianmen.

And with Leng Kong's supernormal five senses, of course he knew that Zhu Mei was not asleep, and he didn't point it out.

Because he doesn't like to tell me when you leave.

Consciousness enters the pure white space, and the body travels around the world again with the help of light clusters.

After an unknown period of time, I felt the vibration of my physical body, and my consciousness returned.

Sweeping his gaze, Leng Kong found himself in a huge charred pit, well, he should have smashed it by himself.

The legs popped out of the huge pit with a little force, and there was a small hill outside.

Going down the hill and over the mountains, a Moqu path with the width of only one person appears in front of you.

On both sides of the path are fields on one side and fields on the other. It stretches to the end of the field of vision before it becomes slightly wider.
In the field, there is a skinny, dark, and short radish, wearing a very tattered sackcloth, doing farm work. Occasionally, I catch a glimpse of Leng Kong's majestic and perfect figure, and his face does not fluctuate at all. He buried his head and continued to work.

As the bottom of the society, heavy miscellaneous taxes and exploitation have already numb their hearts. It takes all their strength to fill their stomachs. How can they spare no energy to control Leng Kong's body from bursting?

Looking at the group of black elves, Leng Kong also felt that there should be no useful information to ask, so he walked along the path to the main road,

After walking like this for several hours, I passed four or five dense forests and thatched villages, and it took more than 30 miles to calculate.

The high-altitude clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and it looks like it should rain.

After turning over another grove, a dilapidated tea house appeared in the field of vision. Two men dressed as waiters, with blackened towels on their shoulders, leaned against the wooden pillars of the tea house.

There was not a single guest in it except the clerk Benji.

The two corner tea tables randomly placed look like they have been around for a while, and there are still many scratches from the tip of the knife on the table top covered with pulp.

This store doesn't look normal.

But it was exactly what Leng Kong wanted. These people should know more than the previous farmers, right?

Carelessly walked into the teahouse and sat down, just as the raindrops just fell from the sky.

Dark clouds covered the high altitude, the light became dimmer, the raindrops grew from small to large, and dense sprays bloomed outside the tea house, only the sound of rain remained in my ears for a while.

"Where are the guests going?"

The eyes of the two guys met quickly when they saw Leng Kong, and the younger one quickly turned around and entered the room. Leng Kong could hear the guy running out from the back door immediately after entering the room.
The older guy shook the blackened towel, walked in front of Leng Kong, wiped the table skillfully, and then placed a large notched porcelain bowl, the teapot was tilted, and the turbid water column poured onto the rim of the bowl.

"I said this thing, who can't stand such a temptation?"

Leng Kongzhi pointed out that he was already cold, and the tea smelled faintly of medicine amidst the earthy smell.

No, to prescribe medicine, at least be professional?
The quality of local black shops is too poor.

"Feel sorry."

The man shrugged, "We haven't entertained guests for a long time."

how long?

The guy tilted his head and thought for a while, it seems that it has been about 50 years, and he was not born at that time.

It has been almost 50 years since Iga and Koga signed a non-war agreement under the auspices of the first headquarter Hanzo in the Tengen era, and 50 years of peace.

Since he took over the tea house, he has hardly entertained a few guests.

Because apart from the mortal enemy Koga, other small and medium-sized forces have not really had the courage to invade their Iga border.

That's right, the frontier!
A village is a country, this is an old tradition in our childhood.

Although they still need to obey the orders of the shogun, each small country still has a lot of autonomy, so as long as the shogun does not make trouble, no other force will dare to provoke them.

"So, what's the matter with the guests coming to us in Iga?"

The clerk half-closed his eyes, and quietly inserted his hand into the counter to hold the handle of the knife, "We don't accept outsiders in Ninja Village."

"Ninja Village?"

Hearing this word, Leng Kong frowned steadily, this thing seems to be different from martial arts.

But what is different in the end, no personal experience can not make a conclusion.

But since he knows that the combat power of this world is the ninja system, Leng Kong will definitely not miss it.

"If it is said that I am a wandering warrior, I have traveled half my life to find the strong and fight, would you believe it?"

Leng Kong pushed aside the tea bowl with his hands, his eyes were very sincere.

"Then you're in the wrong place!"

"Although Iga has been hidden from the world for decades, it's not something you rubbish warriors can offend."

The words were not spoken by the man, but came from the woods behind.

After the sound fell, a pair of human hands suddenly shot out from the woods and hit the top of the teahouse.
call out!
In the next second, a short old man with an octopus-like head and half a meter protruding back of his head appeared on the roof.

"It was really a hand just now?"

Seeing the way the old man appeared on stage, Leng Kong's eyelids trembled slightly,
If you read correctly, the old man's hands were tens of meters long just now, right?

This is ninja?

Or rubber man?
(End of this chapter)