Panic For 10000 Years

"Wen has no first and Wu has no second. Fighting between warriors, killing and wounding is commonplace, you have to get used to it as soon as possible."

The old man Zheng exhorted, "Similarly, if you lose to someone else or even get beaten to death, it is because you are not as good in your art and skills as others.

For this reason, we warriors must either be cautious in words and deeds, be patient in everything, easily refrain from dealing with others, or be prepared at all times to have the consciousness to put life and death out of the way. "

"Yes, the disciple remembers the teachings."

Dianwei thoughtfully and connected.

Old man Zheng nodded and waved his hand: "Okay, I will stop here today, and continue tomorrow."

…

The next day.

Dian Wei walked into the hall and had just finished warming up, with beads of sweat all over his body.

Old man Zheng was drinking morning tea, looked up at Dian Wei, and then waved, the maid hurried over to listen to the order.

"Go, call in'Meng Di'."

At that moment, a dark-skinned, cold-eyed young man stepped in. He was 1.8 meters tall and had very thick arms, thicker than ordinary people's thighs, and too strong.

I don't know if it is the reason for the practice of moving mountain kungfu. It seems that the apprentices who have broken through the blood are all in the style of such a tough guy.

Dian Wei looked at himself. He was about one meter and seven meters tall, with bulging muscles on his body, without a trace of cellulite.

However, his figure still doesn't seem to be obviously strong and majestic, but tends to be tight and well-proportioned.

As soon as Meng Di entered the door, his gaze swept down, and his gaze suddenly fell on Dian Wei, staring deeply, as if he was facing an enemy.

Looking at him like this, Dian Wei's heart is inexplicable.

Old man Zheng slowly put down his tea cup, and said leisurely: "Meng Di, close the door, you have a trick with Dian Wei."

"Yes."

Meng Di took a deep breath, turned and closed the door, then turned around, staring at Dian Wei, and said blankly: "Junior Brother Dian Wei, Junior Brother Huang Yichang's arm, you discounted it, right?"

Dian Wei raised his eyebrows.

But before he could speak, Meng Di went on to say: "Yesterday I heard that Junior Brother Huang's arm was broken, so I went to see and asked him what was going on. But he still refused to say. Now I finally understand. It turns out that Junior Brother Huang was defeated by Junior Brother you. He was ashamed and embarrassed to say."

Dian Wei Lian said: "I was able to beat Brother Huang, it was just a fluke, no, it was actually an accident, and he was not prepared."

Hearing this, Meng Di's face was still solemn, even showing a little nervousness, and he clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Anyway, please be merciful to Junior Brother."

Dian Wei was speechless, no matter how you look at it, you are better than me!

Seeing Meng Di's nervousness, it made Dianwei himself a little nervous, and he inhaled, "How can it be, I should ask brother to show mercy."

"Please!" Meng Di stopped talking nonsense, took two steps back cautiously, and then set his posture.

Dian Wei raised his fists, pointed his toes forward, concentrated his attention, and observed Meng Di.

Unexpectedly, Meng Di stood still for a while, and did not attack.

See this situation.

Dian Wei was a little speechless, thinking, this Meng Di is really a steady brother, such a person can never be weak.

But he changed his mind. Huang Yichang, who seemed to be very strong, was defeated by one move. What about Meng Di?

Thinking of this, Dian Wei immediately realized that the words of the old man Zheng were insightful.

Just like at this moment, he didn't know how strong Meng Di was, and Meng Di didn't know how strong he was.

Only after playing it will I know.

Then, before the start of the fight, they didn’t know the details of each other, they had no choice but to go all out. How could they think about whether to be merciful to their subordinates, stay a little bit of strength in their shots, and win first, even if the attack was too strong to kill the other Up.

In this way...

Dian Wei stared at Meng Di intently, spit out blood under his feet, rushed forward, and quickly pulled closer.

Meng Di's pupils shrank, and his fists separated in front of him.

Dian Wei deceived and smashed his fist, white light flashing on his fist.

"Huh!" Meng Di yelled, making rounds of punches almost at the same time, with light spitting out of his fists.

Bang, two fists collide!

Between the fists, the broken white light exploded.

The wind from the fists caused the ends of the two people's hair to flutter backwards.

Dianwei's right fist bounced back, and then his left fist was handed out and hit Meng Di's chest.

"Combi!" Meng Di was taken aback, blood gathered in his chest to form a defense.

There was a muffled sound.

Dian Wei's left fist was stamped on Meng Di's chest, and he felt a resistance to his fist, but the resistance was not strong. Like cotton, it was instantly pierced by the fist.

Next, Dian Wei felt his fist hit the flesh.

A piece of Meng Di's chest was sunken, and his whole body trembled fiercely, as if all the air in his chest had been blown out.

He took a step back, knelt down on one knee, clutching his chest, his face flushed to blue.

Dian Wei stopped, looked at Meng Di who was kneeling in front of him, blinked, a little unbelievable.

At this time, Meng Di's fist was red and swollen, his skin was broken, blood was leaking, and his chest was hurt.

Old man Zheng stood up, walked in front of Meng Di, and said indifferently: "Go down and heal."

Meng Di took a sigh of relief, looked at Dian Wei with a strange look, and stood up and said, "Old Zheng, the disciple can still fight."

A little unconvinced.

The old man Zheng shook his head and said: "Your total amount of blood energy is almost the same as Dian Wei, but your martial arts are too rough. You can't use blood energy as well as Dian Wei. You can't beat him."

Meng Di lowered his head sadly.

The old man Zheng said with a negative hand: "The success or failure is only a moment, go back and hone it, you still have the hope to step into the triple blood."

Meng Di didn't speak, and turned around.

The old man Zheng turned his head to look at Dian Wei, and said seriously: "Do you feel it, moving mountain kungfu to practice great power, as long as you can hit others, you can often solve the battle with one punch."

"Juli..."

Dian Wei couldn't help but look at his fist.

"Take a rest, you have another fight in the afternoon." Old man Zheng lay down on the bamboo chair, basking in the sun.

…

In the afternoon.

Old man Zheng summoned one person into the hall.

Dian Wei saw that the other party was a woman, whose surname was Wei and Xiuzhi, and her face was as plain as her chest.

"Old Zheng, what do you want me to do?" Wei Xiuzhi asked with a carefree temper, hands on hips.

Old man Zheng: "His name is Dianwei, you fought with him."

Wei Xiuzhi looked at Dian Wei, her expression changed: "Are you already double-strength?"

Dian Wei Lian said: "I just broke through not long ago, please senior sister for advice."

"Don't worry, I will give you pointers." Wei Xiuzhi clenched her fists and creaked, a fierce look appeared on her face.

Dian Wei was awe-inspiring.

At the next moment, Wei Xiuzhi had already rushed over, her footwork was excellent, and her footsteps were almost silent.

Dian Wei quickly retreated and shifted, clenching his fists and raising them.

Wei Xiuzhi stepped on the ground abruptly, suddenly accelerated and rushed forward, raising her fists and punching.

"Quick!" Dian Wei lifted his spirits, predicting that Wei Xiuzhi would hit his left cheek, and immediately raised his left arm for protection.

The blood gurgled and gathered to the outside of his left arm.