I'll come back as soon as I go. "
Wang Yiwu stood up and walked out, while Wen Lianmu sat still and ordered a cup of tea for himself very elegantly, savoring it carefully - the tea in the Grand Marshal's Mansion is a rare and exquisite product. .
Just as he was confident in his own judgment, he had no doubts about Wang Yiwu's strength.
And Wang Yiwu himself is even more like a dragon walking like a tiger, with a calm attitude.
Being invincible in the same situation was what Jiang Mengxiong asked of him, and it was also his consistent confidence.
There have been countless battles to illustrate this, and countless challengers have achieved this name.
From Youmai to Zhoutian, from Zhoutian to Tongtian, there are no exceptions.
The Tongtian Realm connects the past and the present and reaches the limits of history.
When you reach the Tenglong realm, there will be no exceptions.
What about Zheng Shangming? He didn't even bother to look at it.
It doesn’t matter how you don’t rely on relationships, how you strive for self-improvement, how stubborn you are and how hard you work.
What does it count?
Are there more than one or two geniuses who have been defeated by him?
Even the fat man Chong Xuan Sheng, who would he know if it wasn't for Chong Xuan Zun?
I could hear the noise outside the house.
"Bold! How dare you act so arrogantly here?"
The servants in the Grand Marshal's Mansion were also very frightened and angry. As the saying goes, "the third-rank official in front of the prime minister's door", the servants in the Grand Marshal's Mansion were also stomping and trembling outside. Have you ever seen anyone dare to make noise and make trouble in front of the mansion?
Only Zheng Shangming's voice was unscrupulous: "You are not worthy of talking to me, tell Wang Yiwu to get out!"
Wen Lianmu was indeed right. This man was contradictory and awkward. He seemed to be able to endure anything and endure any hardship. But once he really loses his temper, he doesn't care.
Wang Yiwu thought to himself, but his face was expressionless, and his steps were neither hasty nor slow, and every step was constant. From the moment his feet hit the ground, he was in the most convenient state for exerting force every moment.
This allows him to launch the most powerful attack at any time and anywhere.
And when he walked out of the Marshal's Mansion under the respectful eyes of his servants, he saw Zheng Shangming who was so aggressive that he didn't even have time to change his clothes.
Wearing the clothes of a porter, he ran from there to here without stopping.
He looked really embarrassed and angry.
Wang Yiwu looked at him with no emotion in his eyes, and just asked: "Are you looking for me?"
As soon as Wang Yiwu appeared, everyone in the Grand Marshal's Mansion remained quiet. It can be seen that his position as the master here is already deep-rooted.
No wonder people in Linzi call him Young Marshal and regard him as Jiang Mengxiong's son.
Zheng Shangming was furious.
No matter who it is, it is impossible not to be angry if someone is harmed for no reason and is used as a chess piece.
Especially he is Zheng Shangming.
The arrogance in my heart is never less than that of those young masters, but is sharper and more intense.
He rushed directly from the military camp, not stopping at all along the way. The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked angrily.
Of course he knew Wang Yiwu, and he believed that it was impossible for Wang Yiwu not to know him.
No one can belittle him or frame him for no reason.
Not even the God of War himself can do it! Not to mention just a disciple of the God of War!
"Who are you?"
Wang Yiwu was still asking, but he took a step forward and raised his fist without hesitation.
"You dare to make a big fuss at the Grand Marshal's Mansion, you are no one!"
As soon as the punch was punched, the wind and clouds surged.
Invincible and selfless.
When Zheng Shangming came here, he was already prepared to come to settle accounts, and he would not hesitate to fight for this.
It's not that he didn't hear about Wang Yiwu's strength, or that he didn't predict it.
But power, fame, and strength should not be the reasons for him to be able to harm Zheng Shangming at will.
He was angry.
This anger made his blood boil.
Let him hold his fist early.
Filling his fist with power.
Dao Yuan scrambled to burst out, blood surging like a torrent.
Power and force were perfectly unified, and all his anger was accumulated in this punch.
Then a punch was thrown, head-on, steel against steel, clashing with Wang Yiwu's fist!
He didn't dodge, and Wang Yiwu didn't either.
The moment the two fists collided, everything seemed to freeze.
Time is slowing down and space is expanding.
Sound, breath, all lost...and found again.
Zheng Shangming seemed to hear a crisp sound, and he felt an incomparable force crushing him. Unstoppable and unavoidable.
He even felt that his entire arm was shattered by this punch!
But that's just an illusion.
He quickly realized this fact.
Because Wang Yiwu had already withdrawn his fist.
After easily defeating his fist, defeating his fist, and defeating his punching power, he easily retracted his fist.
The gap in strength is so huge!
Zheng Shangming thought that he might lose and might not be his opponent, but he would do his best and never let Wang Yiwu have an easy time.
But I never thought that the gap could be so big.
Wang Yiwu looked at Zheng Shangming, with no sense of achievement in his eyes. He only asked coldly: "You are very proud, but what is the reason for your pride?"
Zheng Shangming felt like he was struck by lightning.
His fists were broken, and with them his anger, and his easily concealed pride.
He never doubted himself. Completely rejecting any relationship at home, relying solely on oneself, climbing up from the bottom of the army.
Joining the Zhanyu Army on his own, becoming the leader of the team on his own - even with his strength, he should at least be able to unify them all. And if he takes advantage of his father's connections, Qi Jiu will be chosen by him. If nothing else, the position of a lieutenant general is certain.
He thinks he is a heroic figure who does not compromise with the world.
But I have never heard of any hero being so vulnerable.
He was powerless in front of Wang Yiwu who framed him and manipulated him.
This cruel reality almost destroyed the pride he had hidden deep in his heart - in fact, until now, everything had been planned by Wen Lianmu, including his psychological changes at the moment.
How to manipulate Zheng Shangming's mood and manipulate his emotions after this... of course he has a complete plan.
And Wang Yiwu also gave Wen Lianmu enough trust, and everything went according to the established plan.
Let Zheng Shangming see the difference in strength first, break his confidence, polish his hatred, and reduce the negative impact. Then he was captured, locked up, and the follow-up process began.
Seeing Zheng Shangming's devastated look, Wang Yiwu completely lost interest in saying another word. He just stretched out his hand and said, "If you break into the Generalissimo's Mansion without permission, I will lock you up for a few days!"
"Wait!"
A sudden voice sounded in the distance.
The voice was very loud, majestic and upright.
The first sound was in the distance, but when the sound fell, people were already close.
One palm, raised up into a knife, was slashed down diagonally.
Although it is a fleshy palm, it is like a heavenly sword.
Because everything in front of me seems to be separated by this "knife"!
This is a natural cycle, and it is destined to be like this.
Wang Yiwu had to take his hand back.
He even had to take two steps back to allow himself to maintain his peak attacking posture in front of the coming person's fierce momentum.
…
In the Grand Marshal's Mansion, Wen Lianmu, who was sipping tea, suddenly stood up.
"how come?"
