I can get stronger by picking up

Chapter 242
Automatically skipping Lin Yu's curse, Wang Teng leaped lightly and easily climbed over the wall. He landed with a weight of several thousand catties, but only made a slight 'poof' when he landed.

He looked left and right, and when he was sure that there were all-round surveillance around him, he couldn't help grinning, and simply stopped hiding his figure, and went straight to the direction Lin Yu pointed, and rushed over like lightning.

Along the way, Lin Yu in Wang Teng's hand almost collapsed, shouting: "Damn, damn, damn, why do you have to drag me to die, you damn bastard!!"

As if Wang Teng had never heard of it, he suddenly stopped in front of a villa, feeling a strange ethereal aura coming from the villa.

It is still here in my heart.

But just in case, it is possible to hurt others. After all, Lin Yu can't believe all of his words. Maybe this guy maliciously blames others, and it's not in vain.

So Wang Teng politely rang the doorbell.

After waiting for about ten seconds, a peaceful voice came from the door guard.

"Who?"

Wang Teng smiled and groaned, "Excuse me, is it Ma Zheng?"

Li Fang was silent for a while, then asked, "Who are you?"

Hearing this, Wang Teng was sure, he grinned, and when he was about to speak, Lin Yu in his hand suddenly hissed: "this guy is here to kill you!"

Wang Teng's face remained unchanged and he said, "It's true."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Teng kicked it out, and the seemingly incomparably hard courtyard door was instantly torn apart like a broken plank.

He strode out without hesitation, and the cobblestone path under his feet was smashed into a pothole under the condensed strength of his whole body, and he rushed directly to the main entrance of the villa.

boom!
Wang Teng punched out, the door of the villa was indeed of good quality, the door frame was torn off, a large piece of the door was dented, and the whole door fell off and flew upside down into the house.

choke!
A sword cry suddenly swayed, and for a moment, Wang Teng only felt a creepy feeling conveyed to the bottom of his heart, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

I saw a silver sword light piercing through the gate and flying towards him, the sword wind that was raised felt a little stinging even with such a level of horizontal training.

Wang Teng's expression was cold, and there was a hint of thunder in his eyes. In this instant, he had already circulated the true qi and blood in his body to the limit, and then Jin Ze's right hand stretched out, and the big hand did not hesitate. Hold it up.

Clang!

There was a sound of metal and iron rubbing together, and the sudden flying sword was actually held by Wang Teng.

However, what Wang Teng didn't expect was that this was just a flying sword with a three-foot green front, and the terrifying kinetic energy it carried was hundreds of thousands of tons.

What concept is this?
The tendons are moving perfectly, and the whole body can exert a force of 30 jin, or 150 tons.

Although there is a big difference between a Martial Dao Grandmaster and the Mudo Realm, but a top Martial Dao Grandmaster, under the full burst of energy, blood and true energy, there are not many who can hit more than a thousand tons. This has already reached the limit of the body. The last road is the spirit.

Physical strength has limits, but mental strength does not.

Those who can reach the peak of Martial Saints all use spirit to interfere with material reality and evolve from the level of life.

Practice is the beginning.

Caught off guard, Wang Teng was pushed more than ten meters by this force, and he slid out of two deep ravines on the ground.

He bumped his back against the wall before stopping.

Wang Teng held the flying sword firmly with his right hand, and took it with one hand.

Lin Yu, who was holding it in his left hand, really saw that his eyes almost popped out. He really didn't expect that a warrior could follow the flying sword in such a ferocious posture.

The way of receiving the flying sword with one hand is no less than receiving a miniaturized nuclear bomb empty-handed.

The shock it brought him was that he didn't recover from it for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Teng's waist and hips were strong, and with his left hand, he threw Lin Yu into the door of the villa. A blue light lit up inside the door. Lin Yu didn't even hum, but was hit by the sudden blue light. minced meat.

Seeing the flying sword trembling violently and screaming constantly, Wang Teng's body suddenly glowed with gold, and his left hand also grasped the hilt of the sword.

Just look at him holding the tip of the sword with one hand and the hilt with the other, the ignited blood is almost solidified in the body to the limit, and a giant tiger is faintly formed.

The muscles in Wang Teng's arms swelled, and the veins bulged. With a loud shout, he pushed the trembling flying sword body against his knees, and then burst out with all his strength, and snapped back desperately.

It can be said that he almost exhausted all his breastfeeding strength at this moment. Rao, the flying sword is made of extraordinary material and hard texture, and it has already made an unbearable clicking sound under Wang Teng's tremendous strength.

"Give it to me... cut it off!"

Wang Teng let out a low growl, and the muscles in his arms swelled suddenly, almost in a circle.

"you dare?!"

And with the sound of shock and anger coming from the villa, the flying sword that had been sacrificed by the monk was actually broken into two halves by Wang Teng.

Feijian wailed, and was thrown on the ground by Wang Teng. The faint halo emitted by the sword body quickly dissipated, as if it had lost its spirituality and completely reduced to a mortal thing.

What caught Wang Teng's eyes was the handsome young man who appeared at the Yangzhou City Stadium.

Wang Teng stood up and said calmly, "Ma Zheng, right?"

At this moment, Ma Zheng was heartbroken, his eyes were bloodshot, and after taking a deep look at the flying sword that Wang Teng threw on the ground like trash, he shifted his gaze to Wang Teng.

His tone was cold, with murderous intent: "Do you know what you have done? This is a weapon that I have practiced for more than 50 years in the Dragon and Tiger Dao Sect. Even if it cuts you alive and chops your head off Even if you come down and kick the ball, it can't be offset, and I will let you experience the pain of purgatory."

Wang Teng was dumbfounded, his expression didn't change at all, he was still cold, and still had a decisive killing intent.

"What a coincidence, I also want to take your head off and kick it as a ball."

Hearing Wang Teng's confrontation, Ma Zheng laughed angrily and said, "A martial artist wants to compete with a monk. Should I admire your courage, or should I laugh at your overestimation?"

Wang Teng's expression was indifferent: "Tit for tat, of course I'm here to kill you."

Ma Zheng raised his eyebrows: "You know?"

Wang Teng said with emotion: "You have caused me a lot of misery. In order to find you, I traveled across the ocean and searched for your traces everywhere. I haven't eaten well these days, and I haven't slept well."

Having said that, Wang Teng's eyes were deep.

"Why are you killing me?"

Ma Zheng sneered, "Killing people, do monks need a reason to kill?"

When Wang Teng heard Ma Zheng's words, he grinned straight away. This is really good enough for a second grader. Those who dare to say such words, without exception, will end up miserable.

"Smug guy."

Wang Teng didn't intend to talk too much with the other party, and if he said a word to the other party, he felt that he was insulting his IQ.

(End of this chapter)