Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 13: The mourning family is strong in strength

This is the signature saw-tooth laceration of Thunderhawk Claw.

It was difficult to heal and the bleeding continued.

It was probably because Wu Meng was lucky enough to miss his leg during the head-on collision, and was hit by a claw.

Wu Meng was not prepared to give the other party a chance to breathe.

"Come again!"

He shouted fiercely and stepped forward with the Thunder Eagle Fist style.

Jingtang Chi's face was ugly, with a hint of astonishment in his expression. Facing the punch coming at him, he flexibly swung his right leg and avoided the punch.

call out!

The missed fist created a slight sound of breaking wind, which brushed against the side of Jingtang's leg, but he did not feel any airflow.

This is the Thunder Eagle Fist style, which is famous for its sharp edge that can break through anything.

He would never dare to receive such a fist.

If his legs and feet were nimble and his body skills could be fully used, it would be easy to maneuver around, but now it's a bit reluctant.

Wu Meng punched one after another, his body was like lightning, moving left and right.

Although there is no structure, there are flaws everywhere.

But Jingtang Leg had to be extremely careful to dodge.

But he never imagined that after this flash, it would never end.

After ten breaths passed, I thought Wu Meng would be unable to sustain his sharpness, but unexpectedly, his inner energy seemed to be endless, and his punches continued unnoticed.

After another ten breaths, Jingtang's legs began to lose their breath, and his follow-up was weak, but Wu Meng was still fighting vigorously.

“Where did you come from, freak!!”

Is this really the lowest level?

Simply unheard of!

Jingtang Leg was shocked and filled with all kinds of questions.

After all, it was Lao Jianghu. He gritted his teeth, mustered up the last bit of inner energy, found the moment when Wu Meng had a flaw, and lashed out with a whip.

This leg is called the mourning leg. It has a tricky angle and is extremely powerful.

In order to throw out this leg, the blood hole in his left leg burst open again, and blood spurted out.

But the price is worth it.

Wu Meng was in a vacuum period of exerting force and releasing force, and could only use his arms to parry.

As soon as it came into contact, the whole person was like a cannonball, being sent flying backwards, throwing up a cloud of dust five feet away.

Jingtang Leg was panting heavily, and when he saw this scene, he threw his head back and laughed.

"Today I broke my arm and injured my internal organs. I'm afraid you, the eagle with spread wings, will never be able to fly again!"

"Is this the all-out attack from the top of the world?"

Wu Meng's voice suddenly sounded.

"???"

Jingtang Leg's smile suddenly froze, and his expression became suspicious.

Not far away, Wu Meng stood up like a carp.

As if nothing was wrong, he first patted the dust on his body, then circled his shoulders and did a shoulder-stretching exercise.

"If every one of your legs is this strong, I'll have to say goodbye."

Tick.

A cold winter day.

A drop of sweat slipped from the tip of Jingtang's nose.

For the first time, a look of fear appeared on his face, like a frightened bird, and as if his views had been subverted, as unbelievable and unacceptable.

"Wait... wait, it must be a misunderstanding!"

The sound of Jingtang's legs was a little trembling.

"It's indeed a misunderstanding."

Wu Meng said, kicked his legs, dodged, and punched.

"and many more!"

Jingtang Leg's face was shocked and flustered.

"I give up! I give up! I didn't mean to kill him, please let me go..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Meng punched him firmly in the heart.

puff.

Jingtang's legs swayed, his eyes widened, and blood began to bubble out from the corners of his mouth.

"I'm not hurt...how could I not be hurt..." ˆ ˆ ˆ "Let go... please let me go..."

He murmured subconsciously, staring at Wu Meng with his bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate the darkness and see clearly the face under the hood.

Wu Meng kept moving and followed up with another punch.

boom!

The opponent's body softened and he collapsed on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the red sky, with no energy inside.

"It's all Meng Xiaolei's fault. Go find him as a ghost."

Wu Meng exhaled and closed his fist, grinning.

The cold wind howled.

In an instant, heavy snow fell.

Noon the next day.

Daocang Pavilion.

Wu Meng was sitting behind a table, playing with a gold ingot in his hand.

This was Jingtang Leg's contribution last night. He was prepared to run away and was neatly dressed.

In the end, Wu Meng was all the better.

First there was a large amount of money, and then there were five bottles of top-grade Yunling Ointment, five bottles of top-grade Huanya Water, and a scroll of "Sangmen Legs".

Wu Meng doesn't need much Yunling Cream, so he can send it to the second prince for healing.

Huan Ya Shui will have a place to be used after obtaining the subsequent martial arts. Including the money harvested, it was enough for Wu Meng to spend about a year.

Sangmen Kung Fu is a martial art that can be practiced to the top of the second-rate, mainly using weird kicks.

Wu Meng copied a copy and sent it to both Song Moping and Song Moping.

Strange styles of martial arts can often produce unexpected effects when fighting against enemies. Wandering in the world requires rich means.

As for its origin, let’s just say it was bought on the black market.

Nothing wrong with it.

After packing his things, Wu Meng once again conducted a detailed examination of his whole body.

Qi and blood flow smoothly, there are no scars and congestion on the body surface, and there is no dull pain or discomfort in the body.

This is the third inspection since last night.

Wu Meng's last worry disappeared.

I suffered a few leg injuries last night, but I really didn’t have any injuries at all!

It’s no wonder that Jingtang Leg died with his eyes closed in the end, Wu Meng himself was also surprised.

After thinking about it, I can only say that my physical and mental qualifications are so good that my ability to resist blows during practice has also been amazingly improved.

Durable and resistant to beating.

After this confusing battle, Wu Meng finally had a fairly clear idea of ​​his own strength.

"Barely gaining a foothold in the bottom stream."

“We need to be more careful and work harder.”

Wu Meng set the tone and began to review last night's battle.

In terms of actual combat experience, he is like a sponge that has dried up for a long time. Now it is full of water. What awaits him will be a huge improvement.

The day flies by in a blink of an eye.

Wu Meng recovered from the review and was about to close the door and go out to eat, but unexpectedly a beautiful figure broke in from outside the door curtain.

If Wu Meng hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been thrown into the air.

"Which girl is so reckless?" Wu Meng muttered.

"My little girl Fangyan."

"..."

Wu Meng looked at the visitor carefully. Fangyan was wearing a light pink dress today, with a touch of pink and white, green eyebrows and beautiful eyes. The fragrance on her body was also replaced by a light orchid fragrance, and her temperament was completely different from yesterday.

If she hadn't reported her name on her own initiative, Wu Meng wouldn't have noticed.

She is really a beauty, and she doesn't look too old at all.

Such a foundation is not inferior to that of other ladies, but it is really disappointing to be mixed up in the ghost league.

Wu Meng returned to the table and said: "I specialize in treating bruises and bruises. Tell me what disease Fangyan has."

"Young Master." Fangyan's face was timid and a little shy, her eyes evasive like a deer: "My little girl has suffered from heart disease since she was a child. I heard that this place can cure heart disease..."

Wu Meng was startled.

There was too much information in this sentence, and he didn't react for a while.

(End of this chapter)