C276 It Is Not Fun to be so Weak!
C276 It Is Not Fun to be so Weak!
There were a total of six experts, with imposing auras like mountains. One of them had a face like a peach, real handsome looks, and a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, the kind that the young woman liked the most, but when Wong Ming and he stood side by side, the others automatically stepped back, showing that their identities were not ordinary.
Yang Ping smiled faintly and ignored him. A person like Wong Ming, at most, was a puppet. However, the pretty boy beside him was not simple. He was definitely an expert of Sunn Wangyue's level.
"Young Master Mu, he's the Yang Ping I was talking about, he's been very arrogant recently, look at his yellow number, he's definitely participating in the first round, let's find a chance to kill him." Wong Ming sneered.
Young Master Mu glanced over and said, "Ten million."
Wong Ming's body trembled, his heart was bleeding. In order to request the help of this group of people, he had paid a huge price. He did not expect that it would cost an extra ten million to deal with Yang Ping. Wong Ming was rich, but he also felt heartache. However, when he thought about the humiliation that Yang Ping had brought him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, ten million."
Young Master Mu chuckled and said, "Don't worry, he will die miserably."
Wong Ming's heart was in ecstasy, he stared straight at Yang Ping as though he was looking at a dead man, and thought to himself: Yang Ping, just you wait, once you enter the Posterior Mountain, you will become a corpse. He had not forgotten about the Royal Casino. He had lost one hundred and fifty million yuan.
There were more than a thousand people with red and gold numbers, and the rest had yellow numbers. They had to participate in the Posterior Mountain trials. After the Dragon City Elder Yang Guoyong announced the start of the competition, everyone followed suit and entered the forest through the Posterior Mountain's metal door.
A group of military protection reporters followed up the interview. Yang Guoyong and Headmaster Qu chatted for a while before she led her people and left. The opening ceremony of Dragon God Competition had officially ended, and the next test would be the first.
Yang Ping was prepared to go in, but Zhen Ying insisted and said: "This is a good opportunity, we will go through thick and thin together, nurturing our relationship."
"Stay by the side." Yang Ping was both angry and amused. She shook her head and went to the metal door.
"Aiyo, Yang Ping, I never thought that you would still be staying in Dragon City. You really aren't afraid of death." Wong Ming brought a group of people over, revealing a dark and cold gaze, and ridiculed, "I suggest that you don't go in, or else you'll die inside. It's quite a pity."
Yang Ping glanced at it and laughed: "You're right, I might as well go to the Royal Casino to earn some money."
The corner of Wong Ming's mouth twitched. He thought that Yun Che would really go to the Royal Casino and did not dare to provoke him any further, so he snorted: "Be careful and do not let me touch you. Otherwise, you will regret it for the rest of your life." When he saw Zhen Ying, his eyes lit up, attracted by her astonishing beauty. He thought to himself, what virtue or ability does Yang Ping have?
When he compared Zhen Ying with the girls that he had played with before, Wong Ming felt resentful that the heavens were unfair. Why would he let a loser have a Heavenly Immortal that he couldn't even get his hands on?
Wong Ming glared fiercely at Zhen Ying and laughed sinisterly: "Beautiful girl, I am the heir to the Wong Family of the Dragon City Family. I wonder if I will have the honor to have dinner with a beautiful woman."
Zhen Ying curled her lips and coldly said: "Pussy, f * ck off."
Wong Ming was startled, but when he saw Yang Ping laughing, he was furious. Damn it, even a dead woman dared to not be surprised by me, if I don't show you something, you would think that I am a sick cat. He laughed sinisterly: "Beautiful girl, how much would it cost for one night?
Zhen Ying revealed a puzzled expression, looked at Yang Ping and asked: "What does he mean?"
Yang Ping shrugged and sighed: "He called you Miss."
Wong Ming was amused by Zhen Ying's naivety and laughed: "You want to be a whore and build a memorial archway? Beauty, stop pretending, I know it's just a matter of money right?" He took out his cheque book and snorted, "How much is it? Write it yourself."
Zhen Ying squinted her almond-shaped eyes and clenched her fists.
Wong Ming was still laughing complacently, but Young Master Mu's expression had changed drastically. He felt a terrifying killing intent and shouted, "Step back."
"Whiz!"
Zhen Ying disappeared from her spot and reappeared in front of Wong Ming. A sharp silver sword was thrusted towards his throat, causing Young Noble Mu's expression to change, she roared and a flexible sword came out from her waist like a snake, the sword tip clashing with the silver sword.
Ding dang!
Mu Gongzi's entire body shook, he let out a groan, and his body flew out, but because he had blocked it, the small silver sword lost its power, and returned back to his hand. Zhen Ying raised her long leg, and kicked out.
As if he was in a dream, a foot that was gradually growing larger appeared in Wong Ming's pupils. With a kacha sound, the foot landed on his face and he screamed miserably as he tumbled on the ground and groaned.
Zhen Ying still wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Yang Ping: "Don't kill anyone." In such a public place, if she killed Wong Ming, it would definitely be a troublesome matter.
Mu Gongzi stared at Zhen Ying, his heart was filled with shock, his opponent's sword strike earlier had no warning, if not for the fact that he was constantly on the brink of death and sensed the biting cold killing intent, he would have never been able to resist against Zhen Ying's sword strike. It was as fast as lightning, and could not be detected.
Wong Ming screamed miserably as he crawled back up, roaring, "B * tch, I'll kill you!"
Young Master Mu stopped Wong Ming, looked at him with reverence, and said: "I'm sorry, we were impulsive. Please give us a name and we will leave immediately. "
Wong Ming was stunned, he forgot the pain on his face and scolded loudly: "Young Noble Mu, your father's spending money is not a form of bullying. Just help me get that bitch back to the hotel, laozi is going to mess with her. Let her live a life worse than death. "
Zhen Ying's eyes flashed with killing intent, Mu Gongzi thought to himself, and said anxiously: "Misunderstanding, truly a misunderstanding …"
Wong Ming couldn't see what was happening and wanted to continue cursing, but Young Master Mu's face was gloomy. With a glance, Wong Ming felt a chill down his spine, he didn't dare to breathe too loudly and obediently lowered his head.
Young Master Mu revealed a faint smile, cupped his fists and said, "Dragon God Competition has only just started, why must we kill each other? We should benefit the others." He was reminding Zhen Ying not to fight without starting the match, it was inappropriate.
Zhen Ying said coldly: "What Dragon God Competition, I don't care, Big Brother Yang said I won't kill anyone, fine, today I will cut off one of your hands."
After Wong Ming heard this, he flew into a rage. F * ck, you dare to challenge me? Young Master Mu forced a smile and said softly, "I am Mu Ying, from Xuanming Martial Arts School. I have yet to seek advice …"
The Xuanming Dojo had a great reputation due to their Yun Province. Between them and the Titan Gang, when the Titan Gang entered the Dragon City, the Xuanming Dojo would naturally not fall behind. Mu Ying was the head's head disciple, and her strength was Sixth Level Stage. This time, the Wong Family was to lay a foundation in the Dragon City so that she could enter the Dragon City in the future.
Mu Ying had brought out the dojo to scare the other party. After all, the Dark Nether Martial Arts School was not weak and could be considered a second-rate sect in China. The head of the dojo created the Dark Nether Palm, which was a middle grade Profound Rank Ancient Martial Arts.
However, he had underestimated Zhen Ying and made a huge mistake. Who was Zhen Ying? She was the last disciple of the Sorrowful to a Ghost, known as the number one assassin, the Unhindered Underground World. She had never failed before.
Zhen Ying looked towards Yang Ping, waiting for his orders. She valued Yang Ping's opinion now, as it was related to the development of their relationship in the future.
Yang Ping did not have time to bother with Wong Ming, and said: "Once everything is settled, go to the infirmary and wait for me there." With that, she disappeared into the forest. Zhen Ying did not have the time to stop him, she could not find the person she was looking for. She stomped her feet and gritted her teeth: "It's all your fault.
"You, you, and you …" If you break your own hand, then this matter will come to an end. " Without Yang Ping by her side, Zhen Ying restored the temperament of a dark princess, and said coldly, "You definitely cannot force me to make a move."
Mu Ying was about to leave the backstage, but the other party did not show any weakness. Annoyed, he said in a deep voice, "The Dark Nether Martial Arts School may not be the best, but they are not that bad in the martial arts world. Aren't you afraid of being blamed by the elders? "
Zhen Ying laughed, and said with disdain: "What is the Xuanming Dojo, a place to collect trash?"
Mu Ying's complexion changed. His juniors from the dojo behind him were filled with righteous indignation and shouted, "You dare to insult the Xuanming Dojo? Eldest Brother, don't stop me, I want to take care of him today. Look at this girl's nice figure, grab her and let Eldest Brother be the first one to go up. "I'll be the second one."
Wong Ming said angrily: "No one moves, this daddy will be the first one to go up." Clutching his face, Pang Zi resentfully said, "Look at your delicate skin. I will use my whip to viciously beat you to death."
Mu Ying's face was gloomy. She was holding her flexible sword and was on full alert.
At this time, the yellow numbered participant had already entered the Posterior Mountain, and behind the door, there was only a group of people. They were all at loggerheads and no one cared. Mu Ying had come with a mission, but his sect had been insulted, so he decided to teach this ignorant woman a lesson.
"Trash!"
Zhen Ying held her sword, her sword thrusting out, pear blossoms filled the sky, as Sword Qi swept out.
Murderous intent surged out from Mu Ying's pupils. She knew that the power of the sword could make people's shadows. She shouted, "All of you retreat. I will block it."
Puff puff puff!
Mu Ying threw away her flexible sword and struck towards Zhen Ying with her palm. An ice cold Qi surged out from her body and condensed into a palm print, wanting to break the Sword Qi barrier and save the two brothers in the Dojo of Limits. Unfortunately, he had really underestimated the power of the Pear Blossom Sword Technique. The Pear Blossom Sword Technique was created by the Sorrowful to a Ghost in its early years. It was an Earth lower tier ancient sword technique, stronger than the Dark Nether Palm by more than a stage.
The severed arm fell to the ground, blood staining the metal door red.
Other than Mu Ying, the rest of them were stunned. Wong Ming lowered his head to look, and didn't know when his left arm fell to the ground. At this moment, he felt pain, and almost fainted.
Blood trickled out of the corner of Mu Ying's mouth as she looked at Zhen Ying in fear.
Fast, too fast. If it wasn't for him stopping in time, even he would have lost an arm. He thought of a legendary sword technique, his face filled with fear.
Zhen Ying retracted her sword, scolded, and snorted: "If it wasn't for Big Brother Yang saying that we can't kill anyone, all of you would have died long ago. "It's really useless. I even thought that the Xuanming Dojo was pretty powerful, but all of them are just pustules."
Puff!
Seeing his backer being looked down upon, Mu Ying spat out blood in anger.
Just as Zhen Ying was preparing and returning to the medicine hall, Yang Ping was in the midst of a forest legend. There was no one around him, and the number in her hands emitted a faint warmth.