Chapter 9 Unwritten Provisions

"Trouble?" Jiang Ming raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said carelessly, "Is my trouble still less?"

Glancing at several martial artists who could not move at all under his own pressure, Jiang Ming smiled and said to Yu Sheng, "The first lesson for you as a teacher is to kill people. Do you dare?"

"Dare!"

"That's good!" Jiang Ming nodded, turned his body and said indifferently to several people, "I'll give you a chance. Now I'll let you go. If you can defeat my apprentice, I'll let you go. If you can't beat my apprentice, you have to die."

The owner of the Iron Fist Gate is pale at this moment. He doesn't know what Jiang Ming is thinking. However, on second thought, it is difficult for me to live today. If I hurt his apprentice, I will die. If I don't hurt his apprentice, I will die. I simply feel fierce and said: Anyway, it is difficult for me to go back alive today. Since he has given this opportunity, I will simply fight. If he doesn't keep the agreement, I will kill the boy, and even if I die, I will make him regret it.

Jiang Ming released the suppression of the crowd at the moment he said that. When his body was able to move, the warriors around the master of the Iron Fist Gate ran away without any fighting spirit at all. He just wanted to leave as soon as possible. Jiang Ming's face was silent, and he stretched out his hand to light a few rays. The bodies of the escaped people were instantly blown into pieces, blood splashed, and there were no dead bodies. The owner of the Iron Fist Gate also had the intention to escape at the moment when the suppression was released, but when he thought of Jiang Ming's power, he hesitated for a moment, that is, the moment of hesitation, temporarily saved his life.

Seeing several people died tragically in an instant, the owner of the iron fist door suddenly ran away, and his face was gray, but in an instant, a trace of ferocity and fierceness flashed in his eyes and shouted, "Kill!"

The true qi on his body rose like a flame, and his fists emitting metal light became extremely hot and shining, and then suddenly stepped on the ground and bombarded Yusheng's head fiercely.

Yang Sheng sneered and punched the master of the iron fist without fancy. He punched out, and a hot breath broke out of his fist. The heat wave above his fist hit people, which was amazing.

Boom!

click! Click!

"Ah~~~ You kid, how can you be so strong?" The owner of the iron fist gave a sad scream and looked at Yu Sheng's expression like a ghost.

Yisheng did not answer, but with indifference and cruelty that did not match his age hanging at the corners of his mouth, he flew out with a "boom", and then hit the head of the iron fist doorkeeper. The iron fist door owner's fist had turned into debris under the blow just now, and his whole arm was paralyzed, which was difficult for him to do. After a counterattack, he could only retreat in horror and roared in horror: "You can't kill me, I am..."

But Yusheng didn't pay attention to his intention at all. He burst out amazing strength like the possession of the God of War. The speed was almost twice as fast as that of the iron fist gatekeeper. With a "pop", the head of the iron fist gate owner burst like a watermelon. Yusheng immediately opened his five fingers, and his hand rose and rose a red flame. The colored flame was extremely hot and could melt steel. In an instant, it steamed the blood splashed by the owner of the Iron Fist Gate and turned it into nothingness. Then Yu Sheng suddenly raised his leg and swept and kicked the headless body of the iron fist goalkeeper. The body suddenly spread like a bursting stubborn stone, and the scene suddenly became bloody and miserable.

Then, Concubine stood there quietly, with a cold and silent face, without even a trace of movement.

Looking at Yu Sheng's behavior, Jiang Ming's pupils suddenly shrank: How could this boy be so strong? Then why do I use my divine exploration but feel that he is a mortal without any fluctuations? Moreover, if he showed such strength on the street that day, those weak warriors could not stop him at all. What was he hiding for?

After ponding for a moment, Jiang Ming couldn't help asking at the beginning: "Your fighting power is much stronger than the owner of this iron fist. Why did you face those weak warriors and refuse to fight back that day?"

Hearing the words, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes and said gly, "Because I was wearing a Taoist robe that day."

"Taoist robe, so what about this?" Jiang Ming's doubts are even stronger.

"Hey" Feisheng scolded softly, and his expression was incomparable. I don't know whether it was helplessness, bitterness, or resentment: "If it hadn't been for the Fengwu Dynasty, if it hadn't been for the Huangfu family as the hegemon of the mainland, how could I have fallen to such a point if it hadn't for the unwritten rule?"

"It is well known that practitioners are divided into practicing Taoism and practicing martial arts. The former understands the way of heaven in order to become immortals. It is rumored that it is the method of practice in the ancient heaven. After the collapse of the world on that day, it spread to the lower world. Martial arts is the ancient ancestors of the lower world who used their amazing perseverance to figure out and skillfully use the power of heaven and use it to break the vacuum and prove martial arts immortals. Respect. Both are practitioners. What practitioners need is a sense of heaven and earth, while what a martial artist needs is to temper their own will and body. There is no conflict of interest and there should be no hatred. However, the royal family of the Fengwu Dynasty and the ruler of the mainland are the inheritance of martial arts, and this continent is named after ancient martial arts. Naturally, warriors on this continent are born aristocrats, and their status will always be higher than monks. If martial artists hurt monks, it will be fine, but if monks dare to hurt and kill a If a warrior is found, it will be unacceptable and will be attacked by the warriors. The energy released by warriors and monks seems to be the same, but in fact the essence is very different. The monks are true qi, gentle and continuous, while warriors are called qi, fierce and extremely murderous. I was in the downtown that day, so I didn't dare to take action, otherwise it would not solve the problem, but it would attract more people to besiege.

Wow!

After listening, Jiang Mingchang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I didn't expect the ancient Wu mainland to be like this, and there are such unwritten rules. But don't worry, since you are my apprentice now, whether your enemy is a monk or a martial artist, just let it go. I will always be your strong backing. I will guard you until you are strong enough to revenge. You still need to repay your own hatred. Isn't it the work of a man?

"The disciple remembers the teacher's teaching!" Yu Sheng thought for a moment and nodded solemnly. In the future, Jiang Ming's words will be deeply imprinted in his heart until his death.

"Good boy, didn't the old guy say that Xianzang was going to be opened just now? How about we join in the fun? Suddenly, Jiang Ming seemed to think of something and said it with a strange smile.

Xiao Sheng's pupil suddenly shrank and said in shock, "Master, cruel people like the owner of the Wandu Gate will go forward. Presumably, the immortals in his mouth are certainly extraordinary, which is likely to attract the coveted by all saints. There may even be a devastating jihad. My mother is also a saint. I feel that my mother's strength is even better than your master, but she still falls into the hands of the poisonous saint. This time, the fairy hidden in the mouth of the poisonous saint may lead to a person who is more horrible than the poisonous saint. We'd better not go."

Jiang Ming raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said carelessly, "You have no confidence in me?"

"I·I don't·" Yu Sheng pulled his head and looked a little guilty.

Seeing this, Jiang Ming laughed and said, "Actually, I don't have much confidence in myself, but the path of the practitioner is made up of blood and bones. How can you become stronger without life and death, become a person above and overlook all sentient beings? Now that we have embarked on this road, we have no room for manoeuvre. Yu Sheng, come with me. Let's go and have a look. It seems that Jiang Ming listened to Jiang Zhensheng's lesson to Jiang Ming and firmly remembered it in his heart. His mind seemed to have undergone a qualitative change and began to gradually change from mortals to practitioners.

In an unknown hill dozens of miles away from Qingming Town, countless people and horses gathered together in the clothes of different sects, sticking and watching. Hundreds of meters in front of these people, red treasures flashed under a large area of land from time to time, as if any divine object would break out of the earth at any time. Everyone's bodies are trembling, and their eyes are as hot as fire. Jiang Mingling stood in the void, shook his head, and sighed in his heart: In this competition for immortals, they are just companions or cannon fodder, and the real heavyweights are the few people sitting in the void.

Jiang Ming's body was shocked, and the overwhelming pressure was like a tide and heavy as a mountain. Everyone was shocked and turned their heads to look at the sky. Those people on the ground looked at Jiang Ming with shock, envy and jealousy. Jiang Ming passed through the air, and everyone retreated to show respect. Jiang Ming's behavior naturally attracted the attention of several other strong people.

The owner of Wandu Gate smiled at Jiang Ming and said, "What the little brother said is not bad. He came so early! I'm afraid it will take some time to open Xianzang.

"I look forward to the opening of Xianzang as soon as possible. Let's have fun!" Jiang Ming responded coldly. Somehow, he always has an inexplicable hostility in the face of this poisonous saint.

At this time, several other strong men looked at this side with great interest. Jiang Ming was fearless and silently glanced at everyone without any cowardice. When he was not far away, a tall and short two people in a purple robe covered his whole body, he suddenly felt a familiar smell. His eyes narrowed slightly and he thought hard in his heart, but he had no clue. In the end, Jiang Ming couldn't stand his thoughts and wanted to ask what was going on.

"Hahaha!"

At this time, a heroic long smile came from the void, like a rolling thunder, which made the scene suddenly a little depressing. Then, the void rippled like a water wave, and a vague figure gradually emerged from the space and became clear. This is a middle-aged man in a dragon robe, just four claws, eyebrows like lying silkworms, and looks quite domineering and majestic. He appeared not far from the doorkeeper, with a teasing tone: "Brother Poison, I haven't seen you for many years. I thought you were as elegant as before, but now it has let the younger generation provoke in front of everyone. But you are really going back more and more quietly.

Poison Saint's face was blurred, but everyone felt a careless smile on his face and said with a faint smile, "He even dared to smash the 'iron fist door' written by the six kings himself. It's reasonable to dare to make an appointment with me. What's so surprised?"

"What?"

Hearing this, the smile on the face of such a man who was made the "six kings" by the owner of Wandu suddenly froze, and then turned around and stared at Jiang Ming, step by step towards Jiang Ming. His whole body is surging and surrounded by thunder. Every step he takes, the void under his feet will collapse, like a powerful god who can destroy the world.

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