Heavenly God Mnemonic

The time for a stick of incense quickly passed, Yang Qingxuan also adjusted back to the state, and walked to the center of the gambling arena.

The surrounding people suddenly screamed and shouted, the noisy sound and the unpleasant smell mixed together, which was very uncomfortable. However, Yang Qingxuan was as quiet as a virgin, standing in the center calmly, unmoved by the environment.

"Haha, that kid is scared and stupid, he has a dumb face, he won't move anymore."

"I like to watch this kind of white and tender little fresh meat. I will be twisted and my intestines will be taken out later, hahaha!"

As the carnival mood continued to rise, at the other end of the gambling arena, a burly figure slowly walked out. Yang Qingxuan frowned slightly, and instinctively felt extremely dangerous.

Around the gambling arena, there are 20 VIP boxes hanging in the air, which is the best place to watch the game. It is constructed of unidirectional light-transmitting glass, and you can only see the outside from the inside.

In one of the largest boxes, I saw a man lying on the chair of the master. Although young and handsome, he faintly exudes the domineering air of a superior.

Behind him, a guard was wrapped in a black robe, only showing a slightly pale face with no waves in his eyes. Mr. Lu seemed very afraid of this guard and didn't want to get too close.

The man looked out of the glass, his gaze fell on the gambling arena, and said casually: "This is also a student of our school, the tenth level of Qi Wu, how come you came across Peng Hai? Didn't it mean to kill him." Is to question, but obviously very indifferent.

Mr. Lu said: "This is arranged by Cui Zhirong."

The man smiled and said, "Which servant girl recruited the student again. I'm afraid that he didn't let the kid's unspoken rules and deliberately embarrassed her."

Mr. Lu smiled faintly and said, "It's Wen Wen."

"Oh, no wonder."

The man smiled knowingly and said, "Wen Wen is indeed a girl with a temper and a personality."

Mr. Lu said: "There are not many small fresh meats that have come to gambling recently. I originally wanted to arrange a few weak spots to let this small fresh meat stay for a few more games, which will greatly benefit our income at Mingyue Villa."

The man said: "Finally, they are already on the stage and cannot be changed. But you remind Cui Zhirong, don't go too far. I don't care about him playing with maids in private, but if I dare to use public affairs for personal purposes, I will just abolish him. The lifeblood, let's see how he plays in the future."

Mr. Lu was amused secretly, bowed and said, "Yes."

The man said: "I finally came back from the academy. I wanted to watch gambling and entertainment, but it turned out to be a **** match without suspense. Mr. Jin, you accompany me to practice martial arts."

He held the snow-white mink on his shoulders, then turned and walked out.

Mr. Lu glanced at the gambling arena, shook his head lightly, and followed.

However, Mr. Jin remained motionless, staring at the gambling arena, still showing no expression on his face.

The man was surprised and turned around and said, "Mr. Jin?"

Mr. Jin then retracted his gaze, and said, "Let's go, this may be an interesting gambling battle, but it is more important for the son to run his martial arts."

The man was stunned for a moment, glanced at the gambling arena, contempt flashed in his eyes, smiled and left.

The huge VIP room was vacant.

Among the other nineteen rooms around, eleven of them were seated with people, ready to watch gambling fights. Because they are in private rooms, most of them are unscrupulous and indulge in drinking.

In another box, a noble son stripped a few maids, kneeled in front of the glass wall, and whipped with a soft whip. From the trembling flesh of the beautiful maid and the painful groan, he enjoyed With the perverted pleasure brought by the extreme madness.

Yang Qingxuan's face was a little gloomy, but he just rolled his eyes, and golden light flashed through the depths of his eyes, and he had a panoramic view of the scenes in these boxes.

Since the trip to the mine, he found that his eyesight has become much more mysterious. He thought it was the benefit of body tempering before, but now he felt that it was the cause of the drop of demon blood.

He recovered his mind, expelled those unsightly images out of his mind, and looked at the opponent walking forward-Peng Hai at the 9th floor of Qi Wu.

Peng Hai is a burly figure, a full ten feet tall, and a fierce appearance. When he opens his mouth, he utters like a bell, and said fiercely: "Boy, you have offended people, and you are living to the end today."

Yang Qingxuan stunned: "Offend someone? I just came, who did I offend?"

Peng Hai grinned and said, "Hey, he is about to die anyway, there is no need to know. That person asked me to torture you to death with the cruelest means. Then, you can enjoy the pleasure of being tortured to death!"

Yang Qingxuan felt an extremely strong force of energy in an instant. He instinctively wanted to use his body technique to avoid it, but his body was stagnant. Only then did he realize that he was wearing a black gold garb. Scrapped.

Peng Hai yelled, the violent breath dissipated, and the person rushed to Yang Qingxuan's body, and the big casserole fist slammed straight down!

Yang Qingxuan's thoughts turn, and at this time, he can only use his strength. He has a nine-fold body tempering, and naturally he will not be afraid. He raised his hand and turned into a bear shape, and shot past!

"No way, such a thin body can resist Peng Hai's Rolling Stone Fist!"

"Hold the grass, the gambling has just started, is it going to end?"

"This little fresh meat must be too scared to walk. He can't even hide. It's not too addictive. Return the money and return the money to us!"

With Yang Qingxuan's Xingyi boxing out, loud noises sounded all around, cursing and extreme dissatisfaction, as if directly seeing the ending.

"Boom!"

When the two strokes collided, the vigor was shocking, and everyone was stunned. It was Peng Hai who retreated three steps in a row. Yang Qingxuan stood still, only his robe fluttered.

The audience fell silent for a moment, and there was a full cup of tea time without any sound.

Everyone opened their mouths wide, suddenly applauded, and the audience cheered.

"Wow, so handsome! What's the name of this kid? I want, I want him!"

Several fat ladies in luxurious clothes roared with exhaustion, their faces changed, "Peng Hai, you are not allowed to kill him!"

Even the suspended VIP rooms, those extravagant nobles who are happy in time, were all taken aback, with a different color in their eyes, and looked down.

Peng Hai was shocked by the opponent's punch. Various insults spread around him, which made him feel more ashamed, and he attacked again with a roar.

He is muscular and energetic, his fist is like a rolling stone, vigorous and steady, and he has the potential to open the mountain.

Yang Qingxuan stepped on gossip, a set of Xingyi Quan like a dragon and a tiger, like a bear like a snake, imitating the shape of twelve animals, combining the five elements of fist, splitting (gold), drilling (water), collapse (wood), and cannon. (Fire) and horizontal (earth), when they are displayed, they are righteous and unrestrained.

He was originally a layer of vigor that was higher than Peng Hai, plus nine levels of body tempering, he was able to lift the boat, and with the Xingyi Fist, the opponent he was hitting back and forth, almost without the strength to fight back.

Peng Hai was frightened and furious.

Although he is not a strong person, he has struggled with life and death all his life. All martial arts are the most practical killing tricks. Even the warriors in the early stage of Lingwu have died in his hands.

However, Yang Qingxuan's moves are very calm, not rushing or impatient, and fully expressing the five elements of fist and twelve transformations, flowing through clouds and flowing water.

No matter how Peng Hai used his moves, he couldn't break Yang Qingxuan's boxing will.