There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

What does it mean?

To be honest, Nie Wushuang was a little confused.

I just ate a meal, packed a lunch box, and walked peacefully on the street. How could someone not be able to bear it and want to dig out my eyes?

Too annoying?

No way?

Nie Wushuang looked to the side, and the immune clone was also looking at him.

These eyes are not too big, but they are spiritual, clear and... well, the rest is omitted, but no matter what, they are not annoying!

"Be good and listen, I will pity you..."

The middle-aged man laughed and took out a bull-ear knife from his arms, tiptoed towards Nie Wushuang, and walked quietly.

Seemingly arrogant, but actually cautious.

This posture can be used for attack and defense.

Nie Wushuang's eyes fell on his belt. There was a pattern on the buckle of the belt, which was a spruce tree, and the spruce pattern was engraved with cloud patterns.

What is this?

What Zhong Chunliang said jumped into his mind.

The Sun family of Guishan, Xindu County, is a fifth-rank family. This spruce is their family emblem, which means that the middle-aged man in front of him is from the Sun family.

In his mind, a young man in brocade clothes, with his head held high and a pair of big noses, appeared. I vaguely remember that their eyes had crossed at that time.

My eyes are too annoying?

The master doesn't want them to see the sun tomorrow?

The two combined, the truth suddenly jumped out.

No way?

No way!

Nie Wushuang almost shouted out.

In his mind, a song inexplicably emerged.

Just because I looked at you more in the crowd...

Just because of this?

Are you going to dig my eyes out?

Nie Wushuang knew that the Great Yan Dynasty was a world shared by the king and the aristocratic clans. The children of the aristocratic families were high above, not to mention the people at the bottom who were trying to make a living, even those tyrants who were considered wealthy, if they didn't have a rank, would not be their kind.

There is no poor family in the upper class!

This is not nonsense.

It's just...

Just because I looked at him more in the crowd, these eyes have to accept the fate of separation from their master.

A line couldn't help but utter.

"Is there still justice?"

"Is there still the law?"

"Justice?"

"Law?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, and then couldn't help laughing.

"Young man, you are so naive. Living is a waste of food. You know, in Dayan, the noble family is justice, and the noble family is the law. You dare to complain as a mere pariah? Could it be that you are questioning this cycle of justice?"

Looking at the smug look of the middle-aged man opposite.

Nie Wushuang was so angry that he almost vomited.

"You are just a dog!"

"The master throws a bone, and you run over, even if it falls on the dung, you have to chew it, and you have to smile and say it tastes good, so delicious..."

"Ha..."

The middle-aged man chuckled.

"Yes, I am a dog!"

"I am a dog, I am happy, I have bones to eat, and what about you? You have nothing, just a pile of mud on the ground, I, a dog, can step on it, but what can you do?"

"As helpless and furious as now?"

Here, he spat on the ground.

"Ah, huh!"

"Why do I say so much to you, kid, I still say the same thing, don't resist, let me do it obediently, if the clinic is not far away, stop the bleeding in time, maybe you can still survive, if you resist? Then I can only break your limbs!"

"Ah!"

Nie Wushuang sighed.

In his previous life, he occasionally complained, read some bad news, and saw some tragic life scenes.

However, he never missed his previous life as much as he does now.

It's just...

All is past!

In this world, if you don't want to be trampled on by others, if you don't want to be bullied by others, you must practice hard, strengthen your strength, and climb up step by step. Only then will this absurd drama in front of you not be repeated.

If you are strong enough, you can even change this rule system.

Let those high-ranking aristocratic sects not dare to be as unscrupulous as they are now, and let them have some scruples.

If you don't obey!

Kill them!

Since these guys treat the heads of the common people as leeks and cut them at will, then it is only natural that their heads become leeks.

Taking a deep breath, Nie Wushuang put down his fist.

"Yo!"

"You still dare to resist?"

"Don't blame me for being rude if you don't listen to the old man!"

The next moment, the middle-aged man also put down his fist, like a big toad, holding a short knife in his right hand, his lips slightly open, his chest and abdomen rising and falling, and the sound of frogs croaking faintly, echoing in the alley, getting louder and louder.

White clam strength.

One of the seven internal forces of the Sun family in Guishan, Xindu. This kind of boxing stance is specially given to loyal subordinates and confidants for practice. Like the three-form boxing of Shangyang Martial Arts School, it is a common thing that cannot squeeze into the list of extraordinary skills.

"Quack!"

Nie Wushuang shouted softly, his face sank.

Taiyi!

The blood surged and compressed, forming a point in the body.

With a push of the toes on the ground, the whole person rushed out like an arrow, at an incredibly fast speed, at least, the big toad opposite flashed a trace of surprise in his eyes.

Ordinary warriors can't have such a fast speed.

Like himself, is he also an internal force martial artist?

A teenage internal force martial artist?

Like a genius in the family?

Dare not neglect it.

The white clam power was running in his body, and the middle-aged man jumped up on the spot like a big toad, with his feet on the side of the courtyard wall.

He twisted his body, swung the knife with his right hand, and stabbed Nie Wushuang's neck with his backhand.

A punch missed!

This was the first time after Taiyi's great perfection.

People from high-quality families, even if they were just a follower guard, were not comparable to these bumpkins in Wei County. If it were Luo Yong and others, facing this punch, they would have no chance to dodge and could only block it.

The hair on his neck stood up.

The chill was chilling.

Nie Wushuang raised his hand and blocked it upwards.

What a joke!

The middle-aged man snorted in his heart.

Although the short dagger in his hand was not a precious weapon, its sharpness could not be underestimated. Grab it with your bare hands?

Seeking death!

The dagger continued to fall, and he did not change his moves.

Nie Wushuang grabbed the sharp blade of the dagger.

On one side, a panel emerged.

Damage, 33/100

On the other side, the immune clone glowed red, and his right hand was slightly open. There was blood flowing out from the fingers, falling down, and turning into nothingness in the air.

Damage, the immune clone took it!

In this way, the right hand of the original body was not damaged at all.

Horizontal training kung fu?

The middle-aged man was shocked.

His right hand still tightly grasped the short knife, and he never let it go.

Then, a strong force was transmitted from the short knife, pulling him to the ground. At this time, it was too late to loosen the handle.

He fell down involuntarily.

The middle-aged man did not panic. He raised his foot, stretched his toes, and kicked Nie Wushuang in the face with a spring kick.

Nie Wushuang raised his left fist and blasted forward.

"Bang!"

The fist hit the toes of the middle-aged man heavily.

Good time!

The middle-aged man had already let go of his hand, trying to use the force to dodge and keep a distance.

However...

There was no force to borrow.

Even though the white clam force covered his toes, he still couldn't resist the strong explosion.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound.

He watched his feet explode into a ball of blood mist, and it continued to extend upward until his knees, where it was blocked by the white clam force. His thighs did not explode, but there was nothing below the knees.

"Ah!"

With a scream, he fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, supporting himself on one foot.

"No!"

Another exclamation.

In his sight, the fists were getting bigger and bigger.

"Bang!"

This was the last sound in his ears.

Then, darkness fell.

"I need to change clothes again..."

Nie Wushuang glared at the middle-aged man without a head with disgust.

Next, the basic exercises were correct.

Touch the corpse and leave.

He looked at the food box, which was still a little warm and not affected by the battle. It was good. Take it back, and those bastards should be happy.

What he didn't know was that the bastards he missed were lining up one by one to the middle courtyard.

There was a row of benches in the yard.

In front of the benches, there was a row of basins.

All apprentices had to take off their shoes and soak their feet, without exception.