Immortal God Asura

king kong's

Qin Ming leaned against the stone tank, his injuries more serious, panting. The chest that was injured by the snake's palm smelled of roasted meat, and the bones on the chest seemed to crack. But he did not shout, showed no weakness, and the tip of his mouth smiled badly. "Suster Zhao Min, don't call it too loud, it makes people misunderstand."

"You're crazy! ********! ********!" Zhao Min bellowed furiously, and was about to attack again, but the wound on her shoulder was touched, and her face was white.

"If you can waste it, don't stop talking nonsense. If you can't waste it, go." Qin Ming inhaled blood, felt a flying blade at his waist, and raised his stomach in a strange position.

This is a flying knife action that saves lives. If not for Zhao Min's realm, he wouldn't have shown it so easily.

“He will fly a knife?” Zhao Min did not hide her complaint to Zhao Lie. This flying knife technique did not mean practicing for two or three years, and was extremely complicated. With his strength, his strength was incredible, and unlike his. The one I practiced casually was more like a martial art, but Qing Yunzong did not seem to have a flying martial art.

“I don't know.” Zhao Lie was depressed and frightened, and he also saw the strangeness of the flying sword.

“Hey, Sister Zhao Min, you're already under.” Qin Ming whistled.

"I'm not ashamed!" Zhao Min hurriedly pulled up her skirt, Qin Mingmu curled up, taking the opportunity to wave her hand at the first moment, to hit the flying blade. But at this moment, the sound of the wind blowing sounded, a young man carrying an iron sword rushed here, the iron sword was golden in color, a young man carrying an iron sword, and he could feel the sharp sword energy and dazzling light from afar.

"Jin Jiancheng Mu? Shit, why is he here?" Zhao Min's face slightly changed, and she immediately pulled out her torn clothes and rushed into the dense forest. He looked at Qin Ming furiously before leaving.

"Sister! Wait for me," Zhao Lie also recognized the man, and fled in panic, regardless of Qin's life.

Qin Ming's brows frowned slightly and he put away the flying blade.

After a while, a young man in black came to Qin Ming, extremely handsome, not a weak beauty, but a kind of masculine beauty. He had sharp lines and sharp eyes, and did not feel that it gave people a feeling of oppression.

The black suit could not hide its dazzling beauty. What attracted the most attention was actually the golden feathers of sticks embroidered on both sides of his collar. This is a special sign symbolizing the identity of the noble — disciples of the golden lady!

Qing Yunzong had strict grades, and was divided into ordinary disciples, elder personal disciples, and Jin Mao disciples.

Ordinary disciples were divided into lower disciples, intermediate disciples, and superior disciples.

Most of the 8,000 disciples in Qingyunzong were ordinary disciples, there were only six hundred disciples from the elders, while there were only thirty disciples from Jinyi, and only five from the teenage years.

The man in front of him was a disciple of Jin Mao, one of the five geniuses of the new generation, Jin Jiancheng Mu.

He was extremely talented and had created many miracles Qing Yunzong. The golden sword was a weapon forged by Qing Yunzong's own suzerain, and he was able to emit a powerful sword.

Qin Ming was an ordinary disciple, a lower disciple among ordinary disciples, or a lesser disciple who was punished, and belonged to the lowest group. Compared to the person in front of him, an eagle in the sky and a sparrow on the ground.

“What happened?” Cheng Mu said indifferently. He came to Yaoshan to get the spirit grass. He only came when he heard a fight in the middle of the road. The scene was a mess, and there was a flame on the ground.

Qin Ming was seriously injured right now, but Mu Cheng did not intend to help, but looked at Qin Ming badly.

"It's okay, bother you." Qin Ming pressed down with severe pain and weakness, and turned to leave.

“Stop!” Cheng Mu drank coldly.

Qin Ming covered his chest wound and turned to Cheng Mu. "Say!"

"I remind you more than once. The stronger you are, the heavier the punishment. Never wanted to leave Qing Yunzong. You should be your slave obediently, respect everyone, if you can lower your head, do not lift your head, you can bow. Don't stand still, so you can be forgiven. If you want to return to the ancient city of Thunder, the day before, just do as I say. "

"Good intentions lead!" Qin Ming did not return, leaving the mountain peak.

"I don't know why!"

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Don't think that you can be recognized when entering the Lingwu Realm. Your parents are sinners from the Qingyun Sect. Their sins will be paid for the rest of your life. You don't have any martial arts to guide spiritual power. You will stop at Lingwu Sixth Heaven. "Cheng Mu Lengheng, a disciple of Jin Ye whom everyone admired and admired, could not possibly ignore Qin Ming, a low-level disciple, but he has a special relationship with Qin Ming— —Yu Qing!

Bian Qing was one of the five Jinyu disciples of the new generation of Qingyunzong, he had a noble appearance, had talent recognized by all other factions, and had a dusty temperament, he had a noble appearance, it was the heart of all Qingyunzong disciples. Goddesses.

Cheng Mu loved Qi Qing, and also pursued Qi Qing fanatically.

But Qing Qing's heart wasn't with him at all.

Qin Ming ignored him and dragged his fatigue and injuries away from the mountain peak. There was a faint smile on his face, but this smile was extremely troublesome.In the past eight years, he had experienced too many fights. He also understood that as his strength increased, threats and deception would increase, but he was not afraid, and he would not lower his head and hold his tail to become a man.

As long as you live, stand up.

Just stand up and stand up.

Starting the day, drizzle.

Qin Ming returned to the warehouse to make lunch, greeted the old man, took a little food and hid on the mountain slope behind the warehouse.

There were strange stones and old trees, and the old tree was wrong. No one usually pays attention here, and no one comes.

This place became Qin Ming's personal training ground.

Here he doesn't smile, only seriously.

From day to late at night, Qin Ming absorbed the vitality of life between heaven and earth, restored the vitality spirit, and alleviated injuries.

"Lingwu Sixth Heaven, I really can't challenge him right now. Power, power, I want strength."

Qin Ming stroked the scar on the palm of his chest. It will take time to fully recover.

His strength was still too weak, he had to become stronger and stronger.

After experiencing many ups and downs, I finally got into the cosmopolitan dream world, it is time to break through and work harder than ever.

"A very good disciple! Disciple! Disciple Jin Mao!"

In his heart, Qin Ming was silent at the level of Qing Yunzong's disciples, different levels, different treatments, and different influences. If he could become Jin Mao's disciple, he would become half old. He used to just extinguish the spiritual world and could not expect extravagant status. Now he had finally entered the spiritual world. The main goal is to get rid of lower discipleship. Only by improving his identity would he be able to access more martial arts and grow faster. It was possible to obtain even more benefits for the people in the ancient Thunder city.

"For myself, for the people I love, and for the ancient city of thunder." Qin Mingteng jumped up and down, his legs calmly stretched out his hands, his hands flexed and stretched, and his hands stretched beautifully.

Who said he couldn't defend himself? This was the beginning of the martial art ‘King Kong Jin’, a martial art mastered by Qing Yunzong's personal disciple Di Yun.

According to the strict rules of the Qingyun Sect, martial arts should not be taught personally. Any student who borrows martial arts from the Wuzong Pavilion must be registered, and the return time must be marked. The elders also had to clearly register martial arts.

Qin Ming did not refer to the martial arts books, which he suspected of stealing. Taking the opportunity of sending items everywhere, I observed Di Yun's every battle and experience, and kept it in my heart. From the appearance study, after years of hard work and continuous improvement, finally integrated, is actually equivalent to creating this variation. King Kong's.

This set of martial arts included a top grade spiritual level. It is the strongest that can increase human explosive power up to five times. His strength was extremely arrogant, but his physical requirements were extremely demanding. First of all, the body had to be forged into reinforced iron bones to do so. If not, it's easy to surprise. Your wounds.

Qin Ming actually learned many martial arts in secret, such as the parting sword of wind disciple Sima Yi, the sword of Cangyun disciple of Wei Chibin's self-discipline, and the cold Liuhezhang disciple that was revealed personally, respectively, and finally decided to practice Jin Kongjin with all his strength.

Physical special. After years of anger, his physical condition was much better than the others, and he could easily control this set of diamond strength that no one else dared to try.

The power of King Kong was divided into five segments, Qin Ming researched for himself the first three segments, because the last four or five segments were too esoteric, he never succeeded.

But the first three paragraphs were enough for him to exert his strength.

"A time, King Kong's ambush!" Qin Ming staggered, strong and fast, moving freely in the forest, blowing up the giant tree in front of him.

"Click."

The ancient tree was surrounded by two people, violently shaking, punched into a dark cave, and instantly penetrated by Kong Ming King Qin Ming.

Qin Ming's strongest punch could reach 600 pounds, which was clearly over 1000 pounds.

Qin Ming staggered, dust fluttered, dead leaves danced, and whistling winds set off.

Huh! Bang out!

A loud roar rang on this remote mountain slope. Qin Ming completely released himself and immersed himself in martial arts. Giant trees and strange stones were all his targets. Many of the giant stones here were brought alone. Over here

He was not qualified to practice in the martial arts field, so he built his own field.

"Stage two, King Kong Tota!"

"Three stages, King Kong shook the mountain!"

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Qin Mingben trembled and shook his body, his strength tripled, and the explosion shattered the boulder of two people. Dust and fog swelled and stones scattered.

Double the strength of each segment, and it will also carry a strong burden on its body. When Qin Ming hit the third segment, the blue tendons had crawled all over the body, and the surface of the skin appeared red.

Qin Ming had already practiced the first three stages of King Kong Jin's practice like fire, but he was pursuing a higher level. He had to integrate his lightning power into it, so that the power of King Kong could be strengthened again.

"Click!"

"Boom!"

All kinds of muffled sounds one after another, sometimes mixed with the loud noise of electric rays.

Qin Ming sweated in the dense forest, freed himself, and deliberately studied martial arts.

No one will guide, no one will help, everything is an exploration on its own.

Until midnight, Qin Ming lay on a cold rock, gazed at the sleepy night, drizzled, and calmed his blood-soaked body hot. He usually used King Kong energy for a maximum of two hours, and today it was over half an hour .His powerful energy shook his body, his body was hot, and his blood seemed to be boiling.

Seeing that, two figures appeared in the dim sky, smiling at him.

Qin Ming smiled, but twitched two tears at the corner of his eyes.

"Dad ... Mother ..."

"Honey .. kangen you ..."

"Where are you ...?"