My friends are gods

Chapter 64
"You know it too!"

The pupils shrank suddenly, and Wei Ling cried out in shock.

He always thought that he was the only warrior in the entire Haizhou University, but who knew that Song Qiming was hiding something.

"I advise you, it's best not to fight with me."

Shaking his head gently at Wei Ling, Song Qiming said calmly, "You are not my opponent."

Acquired masters are indeed powerful, but compared to Song Qiming in the Qi training period, they are still a bit worse.

Although it is only the early stage of Qi training, the spiritual energy cultivated by the Immortal Cultivation Technique is many times higher than the real energy cultivated by warriors.

Taking a breath, Wei Ling was shocked. After a while, he said slowly, "Even if I must lose, I will fight!"

He said that if Zhao Huaifeng loses, he will stand up for Zhao Huaifeng.

Since he said what he said at the beginning, he must implement it no matter what. This is his code of conduct.

"I admire your courage." Song Qiming said calmly, "However, I will do what I say. If you want to fight, I will definitely make you miserable."

"Don't say these words, we will see the truth under our hands!"

The more he communicated with Song Qiming, the greater the pressure on Wei Ling. With a deep drink, his figure moved violently.

In an instant, he rushed to Song Qiming.

"call!"

Clenching his right hand into a fist, he slammed hard at Song Qiming's face, bringing up a gust of howling wind.

Song Qiming turned slightly sideways, and brushed his fist against the door, his eyes fixed, and he shot in vain.

"boom!"

A muffled sound!
Song Qiming's fist hit Wei Ling's lower abdomen directly.

"Uh!"

A pained sound came from Wei Ling's throat, and he couldn't help but backed up a few steps before barely stopping, looking at Song Qiming in disbelief.

He didn't expect that he was injured after only one move. Although the injury was not serious, it was enough to show the strength of Song Qiming.

"one move!"

"It turned out to be another move, and it attacked Wei Ling!"

"This is Wei Ling, who was hit by one move."

The audience was in an uproar, and exclamations sounded one after another.

"Come again!"

Wei Ling gave a soft drink, and once again attacked Song Qiming's position.

Fists, knees, elbows, legs...

Everything that could be used was used by Wei Ling, and the offensive was dense and continuous like raindrops.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Song Qiming's eyes were calm, his feet were flying dragons, and his figure moved left and right, dodging all those attacks lightly.

After dozens of attacks in a row, Song Qiming's clothes were not touched!

The more Wei Ling attacked, the more frightened he became, and the more dignified he became.

"The speed is so fast, the footwork is so exquisite, it can obviously attack, but every time at the most critical moment, it avoids the past at an incredible angle."

Stopping the attack, Wei Ling squinted at Song Qiming. He had never seen such a delicate movement, it was unheard of.

"The attack power and speed are good."

Song Qiming looked at Wei Ling indifferently, and said, "Unfortunately, you met me, and you are destined to lose completely."

At this moment, Wei Ling didn't speak, but just stared at Song Qiming.

Gradually, a powerful momentum spread from Wei Ling's body.

His momentum is rising steadily.

Song Qiming's eyes were fixed. This Wei Ling seemed to have used some special mentality, and his strength had been enhanced again. Although he was far inferior to Xiantian, he was stronger than ordinary acquired masters.

"Unexpectedly, you still have a hole card."

After observing for a while and confirming Wei Ling's current strength, Song Qiming smiled easily and said, "Unfortunately, your hole cards are useless to me. You attacked me for so long just now, and now it's me. "

The voice fell.

Song Qiming's figure disappeared in front of Wei Ling in a flash.

"what?!"

Wei Ling's pupils shrank, and his heart was shocked. He didn't realize how Song Qiming disappeared, but he could only catch an afterimage.

Although Youlong Movement is not a top-notch immortal technique, it was given to Song Qiming by Lu Dongbin. It is a movement technique that can be used by gods, and it is naturally beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors.

That speed is extremely fast!
In an instant, Song Qiming came to Wei Ling's side and shot violently.

"call!"

The strong wind howled, making Wei Ling's hair flutter and his clothes rattle.

"not good!"

With a cry in his heart, Wei Ling didn't even think about it, but subconsciously wanted to roll to the side.

Even if the scrolling is really ugly, you must avoid this attack.

However, he was doomed to avoid it.

Song Qiming's speed was fast, and the speed of his shot was not slow, and he slammed into Wei Ling's right arm beside him.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound came out.

When the sound came out, the faces of everyone around changed, and they felt their scalps go numb and their hair stand on end.

You don't have to think about it to know what's going on!

Song Qiming broke Wei Ling's arm abruptly!

"Whoosh!"

At the same time, Wei Ling's figure flew upside down in an instant and hit the ground with a painful expression on his face. He rolled over like a donkey on the spot, squatted halfway on the ground, and covered his right arm with one hand. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. Constantly rolling down.

Song Qiming stood quietly on the spot and said, "The winner has been decided."

Yes, the outcome has been decided.

Wei Ling's expression gradually changed from pain to sadness. He clutched his arms and slowly stood up from the ground. Just about to speak, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a big mouthful of blood.

Song Qiming not only broke Wei Ling's arm, but also sent a ray of breath into Wei Ling's body, causing him to suffer serious internal injuries, which can be described as internal and external damage.

If you say you want to make Wei Ling miserable, then do what you say.

"He vomited blood!"

"This is too ruthless!"

Many students showed a look of unbearable expression, and many of them looked sideways, unable to bear to look at it.

Zhao Huaifeng, who fell on the ground, could barely stand up until now. He took a deep look at Song Qiming, and his body trembled slightly. Only now did he realize how huge the gap between himself and Song Qiming was.

Wei Ling can beat himself with one move.

Song Qiming, on the other hand, seriously injured Wei Ling with just the first move.

The gap between the two is like clouds and mud.

Song Qiming glanced around, but everyone who met his gaze lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

"Let's go."

Smiling slightly at Zhou Wanqing and Zhong Biling, Song Qiming's voice was calm, not at all like he had fought just now, and he left the Taekwondo club calmly.

Wherever they pass, everyone avoids.

Classes in the afternoon as usual.

But obviously, the emotions of almost all the students are still in the taekwondo club.

Today's event is destined to become the topic of conversation in Haizhou University before and after dinner, and it is uncertain how long it will last.

Fortunately, the winter vacation is coming soon, Song Qiming doesn't care what other people say, after a winter vacation, this matter will naturally come to an end

The whole afternoon, nothing happened, and it passed peacefully.

After school, Xu Qingfeng didn't come to look for Song Qiming either. Thinking about it, on the cusp of this crisis, the school girl Xu also had some scruples, she didn't dare to look for Song Qiming openly, and didn't want to catch anyone talking.

(End of this chapter)