Chapter 29 The Sloppy Old Man

Woth-wh-wh-wh, Ding Yang's body is like a feather, floating around in the boxing wind of Chang Link's five people. Chang Link and other five people felt that this punch must hit Ding Yang's body, but it was always rubbed against Ding Yang's clothes, and the difference was that he couldn't hit it. The feeling of empty again and again was really uncomfortable. It's terrible.

Ding Yang did not choose to confront the five people, although his strength is far more than five people now. Ding Yang wants to try his own exercise in actual combat. After all, the wooden pile array is dead and there is no change. Only by fighting with a living opponent can you know the degree of your body.

Gradually, Ding Yang felt more and more relaxed and natural in the encirclement of the five people. He was more free to use this kind of flexible body method.

Wow - Chang Link punched with all his strength again, and he shouted angrily, "Ding Yang! You coward, you gutless guy, what's the ability to just dodge? If you have the ability to punch me hard..."

Stop——

Ding Yang suddenly retreated back, distanced himself from the five people, and stopped.

"What's wrong? Ding Yang, are you afraid? If you are afraid, kneel down and kowtow three times for me. I have a lot of adults, and my heart may be soft. If you are not flattered, then I will..."

"Shut up!" Ding Yang stared.

Chang Link may not have thought that Ding Yang dared to shut him up. He didn't react for a while, and he was stunned on the spot. When he realized Ding Yang's words, his eyes almost came out of his eyes and pointed to Ding Yang that he was about to attack.

"Since you like to torture people so much, I will also let you taste the taste of being tortured." As soon as the words fell to the ground, Ding Yang's figure suddenly rushed forward and rushed into the ranks of five people. Chang Link and the other four disciples saw the opportunity and punched together.

Bang bang bang bang bang - the five fists of the five people hit Ding Yang's shoulder, chest, back and so on. Chang Linke punched Ding Yang's chest with one punch. He couldn't help but be overjoyed. The depression of the empty boxing just now was swept away. Before his joy appeared on his face, he only felt that his fist seemed to hit a steel plate, and a strong anti-shock force suddenly rose.

Ah - Chang Link was shocked. In his unbelievable eyes, Ding Yang's eyes flashed and punched out like lightning. In the bang, Chang Link and the other four disciples each punched each and flew backwards out and fell into the snow.

Ding Yang's feet stood firmly on the ground, and his fists still maintained the posture of beating out, and a layer of cloudy fists rolled around on the surface of his fists.

- What? How come?

Chang Linke endured the great pain on his body, and there were stormy waves in his heart. He can be able to stand the full blow of his five [skin practice] high-level martial artists and be safe and sound. One punch breaks the true qi of the five people's body, and the true qi on his fists turns into a qi. This is obviously something that a martial artist can do.

However, Chang Link clearly remembers that less than a month ago, Ding Yang was just like himself, a high-level cultivation of [the skin practice]. After such a little time, Ding Yang was able to successfully forge bones, and it seems that he not only just entered the forging of bones, but also clearly has a very shallow foundation in the [forging realm].

Chang Link's eyes looking at Ding Yang were full of fear. The cultivation of [forging bone realm] was not the reason for his fear. What really made him afraid was Ding Yang's age and Ding Yang's entry. Even in the face of his boss Shang Tianqi, Chang Linke has never had such a fearful idea, but now, in the face of Ding Yang, whose cultivation is far less than Shang Tianqi, he has such a fearful idea in his heart for the first time.

If he knew that Ding Yang was still carrying a burden of 360 pounds at this time, Chang Link was very likely to faint directly, which would be a big psychological blow to him.

The eyes of the disciple who was tied to the ground also showed shock. He knew very well the strength of Chang Link and others. The five people joined hands. Even the martial artist who first entered the [bone forging realm] could not please him, but he was knocked to the ground by this young man who seemed to be only eleven or twelve years old.

Ding Yang slowly withdrew his fist and looked contemptuously at Chang Link and other five people who were struggling to sit up. His face was calm, but in the eyes of Chang Link, Ding Yang's eyes were as cold as a demon god. Seeing Ding Yang looking at them, the bodies of the five people trembled.

Ding Yang came to the tied disciple, pulled hard with his hands, and the rope broke in response. The disciple jumped up from the ground, first pulled off the cloth stuffed in his mouth, grabbed the knife that Chang Link threw on the ground, and grabbed Chang Link in front of him. In Chang Link's frightened eyes, he cut Chang Link's left little finger into two pieces with a knife.

Ah - the severe pain from Chang Link's broken finger made him scream. The teenager threw the knife, then returned to Ding Yang and lowered his head, as if to thank Ding Yang.

Ding Yang frowned and was slightly unhappy. He didn't expect the teenager to make such a decision, so he directly cut off Chang Link's finger. However, on second thought, if he hadn't met him, the teenager's finger would have been cut off by Chang Link. Chang Link is also self-made and can't blame others. Ding Yang's experience over the past year has made his heart slowly harden. This world is a world of the law of the jungle. Strength determines everything, and those who hurt people will always hurt.

Ding Yang glanced at Chang Link, who was holding his fingers and sweaty beads, and shouted coldly, "What are you still doing here? Get out of here!"

Chang Link and others heard Ding Yang let them leave, and they ran away one by one, for fear that Ding Yang would change his mind if he walked slowly.

Ding Yang saw that they had run away, turned around and picked up the snow rabbit on the ground and was about to leave. The rescued disciple quickly grabbed a few steps and said, "This brother, stay. In the lower Bingzi Academy, Qi Zhenming, may I ask my brother Gao's surname. The kindness of salvation will be reported later.

Ding Yang gave his name and then asked, "What's wrong with Brother Qi and Chang Link? Why is he so cruel to you?"

Qi Zhenming sighed and told Ding Yang the reason. It turned out that Qi Zhenming was in the same camp as Ma Tiandu, one of the five disciples of the Bingzi Academy. These five disciples usually hold their own identities and are still in harmony with each other on the surface, but the other disciples in the five camps are constantly in conflict. They all want to suppress each other's momentum and rob those disciples who stand in the middle.

Among these five disciples, Shang Tianqi is the most arrogant and domineering, and Ma Tiandu is the most popular, so the disciples of the two camps usually clash the most. Chang Linke relied on the power of Shang Tianqi and was also very domineering, but he had suffered several great losses in Qi Zhenming's hands and held a grudge.

However, Qi Zhenming is also in the middle row under Ma Tiandu, and his strength is infinitely close to [forging bone realm]. Chang Linke couldn't please him in the bright place, so he used his crooked brain. Today, he finally let him seize a chance and took four disciples to tie the single Qi Zhenming here. He planned to teach him a lesson, but unexpectedly met Ding Yang. Not only did he not get angry, but he put on a finger.

Qi Zhenming said that in the end, he also expressed great appreciation for Ding Yang's strength. Knowing that Ding Yang did not belong to any camp, he strongly invited Ding Yang to join Ma Tiandu's camp.

Ding Yang's heart is not bad about the hot-tempered Ma Tian. He feels that although he has a bad temper, he has a true temperament, which is different from Shang Tianqi's arrogance and viciousness. However, he did not intend to join any camp, and still politely refused Qi Zhenming. Seeing that Ding Yang was resolute and did not persuade him much, Qi Zhenming expressed his gratitude again, and then returned to the Bingziyuan.

Ding Yang took the snow rabbit back to the pile array, picked up some dead branches and leaves, and raised a fire. Then scratch your fingertips, open the snow rabbit's belly, peel off the rabbit's skin, remove the internal organs, clean it with snow, and then wear it with a branch and bake it on the fire.

In a short time, a strong fragrance rose, and the grease oozing from the snow rabbit dripped on the burning pine branches, making a sound, with a stream of smoke. The fragrance of snow rabbit and the aroma of pine branches are mixed together to form a mouth-watering and strange aroma.

Ding Yang roasted those steamed buns on the fire. He ate a bite of burnt and soft snow rabbit meat and ate a bite of steamed buns, which was very pleasant and enjoyable.

As soon as I took two bites, an old voice suddenly sounded: "Hey! Little doll! Give your rabbit meat to the old man."

Ding Yang was shocked. Although he was buried in eating, his ears were paying attention to the movement around him. The movement within ten feet could not escape his ears. How could an old man appear silently?

Ding Yang looked up and saw that an old man was already sitting by the fire, staring at the snow rabbit in his hand without blinking. His throat was shrugging and his mouth was mouth-watering.

The old man has a tattered straw hat on his head, with a shaggy beard on his face, as if he hadn't washed his face for a long time. From the wrinkles on his face, he is 70 or 80 years old. In such a cold weather, the old man only wears a very thin jacket, which is dirty and torn, and some places still show black skin. There is an equally dirty and broken burden on his back, which can't be separated from any color.

Ding Yang's heart moved and pulled more than half of the snow rabbit and handed it over. A greedy light appeared in the old man's turbid eyes and stretched out his hands to pick it up. The old man's clothes were ragged and dirty, and his face was dark, but his hands were clean, his fingers were slender, and every nail was trimmed smoothly and neatly. In any case, it didn't look like it was born on him.

The old man took the rabbit meat, lowered his nose and smelled it deeply. He praised, "It's so fragrant!" Take out a red gourd from the burden behind, pull out the plug, take a sip, and praise, "Good wine, good wine!" Then he ate a sip of meat and drank a sip of wine. He shook his head and was extremely intoxicated.

The old man appeared silently beside Ding Yang, which made Ding Yang have a strange feeling in his heart. When he saw the old man wearing a naked single dress, but there was no sense of cold at all. In addition, the old man's clean and slender hands that were extremely disparable with his appearance, Ding Yang's heart It has been confirmed that this old man is not extraordinary.

It's just that this old man will be a warrior of that level? [ Yijinjing]? Or [marrow washing]? [ Ding Yang, the martial artist of Yijinjing, met the two guards of Gao Jingtang, the governor of Heyang, and Cao Dayou. Ding Yang, the martial artist of [Xiajing], saw Meng Tianhao, the seven elders in [Iron Sword Gate], and Yi Taichong, the elder who presided over his promotion to the disciples. He looked at the old man carefully and tried to find some similar breath from the old man. .

But after looking at it for a long time, Ding Yang did not find any breath from the old man. Ding Yang looked into the old man's eyes again. If the old man is really a martial artist with profound cultivation, the light in his eyes is difficult to hide. However, what disappointed Ding Yang was that the old man's eyes were turbid and gloomy, and he couldn't see the spirit of the martial artist.

Ding Yang is staring at the old man with doubt. The old man has eaten most of the snow rabbit and wiped his greasy mouth. The old man burped, and then stared at the transformed plum pile and smiled:

"Hey hey - doll! Did you make this wooden pile?