Ling Muyun is not a clown with hooks.
Not even a showman and a plate-maker.
"Ling's Palm Thunder focuses on surprise and agility. What Ling Zheng used just now is the limit of Palm Thunder."
Seeing Deng Jing's confused look, Ling Muyun continued: "The thunder in the palm is not powerful enough, so I chose to abandon the thunder technique and practice sword technique instead."
The Anding Deng family has always been known for their loyalty. Deng Jing inherited his father Deng Qiang's military skills and bravery, but his curiosity was outstanding.
"What if I want to see Mr. Ling's palm thunder?"
"Deng Jing, please first see if my sword is sharp or not!" Brother Ye was a little annoyed at Deng Jing's fuss, and interjected before Ling Muyun could say anything.
"Having been in this corner of Pengcheng for so long, I am afraid that the world has long forgotten my father's reputation, so let me show you."
Deng Jing jumped off the carriage, stretched his muscles, and walked a hundred feet away.
"Brother Ye..." Ling Muyun hesitated to speak.
"Don't worry, young master, such a kid can't even catch his eye."
Brother Ye is full of confidence when he talks, and when he walks, he is naturally vigorous.
"You don't use weapons?"
Deng Jing asked curiously.
"I had a hammer, but I lost it accidentally." Brother Ye waved his hand: "It's okay, just let the horse come over."
Deng Jing waved his hand, threw the Yanyue knife dozens of feet, and inserted it into the solid stone: "In this case, it would be a pleasure to have a fist and kick fight."
Ling Muyun had learned Brother Ye's boxing skills before, and his pure martial arts and Tai Chi techniques had refreshed his understanding of both physical hardness and agility.
However, Deng Jingwei's reputation was not well known. Although he was a champion general, his subordinates believed that he was influenced by his father.
Otherwise, it is really difficult for a child with a yellow mouth to become an elegant person.
"Who do you think has a better chance of winning?" Wang Na asked Ling Muyun.
"Want a lottery tip?"
Combining martial arts with martial arts is the right way to start. Ling Muyun still has never forgotten Qiuci martial arts.
"I'll bet on Deng Jingsheng. It's up to you to pick up the winnings."
The so-called gambling requires comprehensive pre-match information to have a better chance of winning.
Ling Muyun knew very little about Deng Jing, and only knew a little about him because of Zhang Hao.
Wang Na was different. According to legend, Deng Jing and Deng Qiang were once unhappy over trivial matters. They were both martial artists, so they had a competition.
The specific results are not enough to explain to outsiders. Afterwards, Deng Qiang said frankly: A person is better than an expert.
It can be seen.
Brother Ye has his own power, but when he fought against Ling Muyun, he once said: He lost half of Zhang Hao's moves.
Fu Jian offered a reward to the soldiers to capture Zhang Hao alive. Yingyang General Lu Guang stabbed Zhang Hao. Deng Qiang captured him and presented him to Fu Jian.
This secret is known to almost everyone.
It can be inferred from this that Deng Jing's military force is slightly superior.
"My servants must have some confidence." Ling Muyun bet that Brother Ye would win.
It’s not just closeness and distance.
Although Ji Fengxian's realm is not known, we can make some guesses about her ability to enter the northern realm with Ling Hao.
There is also a more important piece of information. Lai Jiu has stayed in the Ling family willingly for decades.
Lame Jiu is the realm of false gods and humans, as the Northwest King said.
After passing the master level, the level of cultivation may still be vague, but whether you have cultivation or not can be known at a glance.
Having said that, Ji Fengxian's bodyguards, no matter what, can also be on the stage.
"Where's the lottery?"
Wang Na became interested.
"Shenxian Crossing!"
"Shenxian Crossing?"
"Second Brother Ye is here. Brother Wang must go to the Immortal Crossing and serve the Northwest King for ten years. I wonder if Brother Wang can afford to gamble?"
Ling Muyun deliberately lengthened the last word.
After spending a few days together, Wang Na's frankness and competitiveness were his most intuitive feelings.
"What if you lose?"
“But it’s driven by Brother Wang!”
"Be my staff for ten years!" Wang Na blurted out.
Aristocratic families often support staff and strangers, make plans, and go into battle in times of war.
With Ling Muyun's cultivation level, if he became his own staff, he would attack anyone he didn't like, which would be a shame.
Thinking about it makes you laugh out loud.
"It's a bet!"
Ling Muyun and Wang Na high-fived each other three times and made an agreement.
The fighting in the arena has reached fever pitch.
Wind and sand are everywhere, fists are touching the flesh, light and shadow are crisscrossing, and the figure is flashing.
"Hey, why are you hitting him there? Deng Jing is such a villain."
"Oh, Brother Ye is not honorable. He did three moves on the next three routes."
Ling Muyun and Wang Na sang in harmony, but others were confused.
Who can see it clearly with the naked eye at such a fast speed? Could it be that the two of them were deceiving everyone.
"Muyun, Muyi is struggling to support himself in Xiangyang, and his family is in decline..." Ling Zheng quietly came to Ling Muyun's side with a look of pain on his face.
"What does it have to do with me?"
Ling Muyun sneered, his eyes blazing: "Deng Jing lost! Brother Wang, you lost too!"
Ling Zheng did not speak again.
The Ling family only owed Ling Muyun.
Even the countless monthly money was deducted a lot by Jia Jia.
The words were abrupt, but he saw the hope of rising in Ling Muyun.
"Why do you see it?" Wang Na rubbed his eyes: "What I saw was that Deng Jing was beating Brother Ye on top of him. Could it be that Mr. Ling wanted to cheat?"
Deng Jing's boxing technique was fierce, like a storm, but it didn't show any lasting strength.
Brother Ye was tossing and turning, seemingly at a disadvantage. Every move he made was long and lengthy.
During the competition between the two, Ling Muyun truly realized the principle of throwing gold while listening to music.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Deng Jing and Brother Ye actually exchanged three punches.
The sound is like a loud bell.
Deng Jing stepped back ten feet and plowed a gap on the ground with his feet.
Brother Ye retreated a foot, and the ground where his back feet were was like glass.
It is caused by squeezing sand and soil at too high a speed.
"Brother Ye, I am convinced."
Deng Jing cupped his fists and said calmly.
"I'm only a few years older. If General Deng fights for a few more years, I'm afraid it won't be easy for Ye to win."
Brother Ye returned the favor and said sincerely: "However, if the general wants to improve, I'm afraid he can't do it by himself."
"Oh? Brother Ye, what do you think?"
"If you had not followed my young master to the end of the world, you would have known that there is a sky outside the sky and there are people outside the world."
Deng Jing was stunned for a long time.
I had the intention of soliciting, but who would have thought that I would become the target of being solicited in the blink of an eye.
"How virtuous and capable is your young master? Dare to recruit the Ding family, the champion general, and the son of Deng Qiang?"
Deng Jing was not formal. As he spoke, he sat cross-legged on the ground, resting his chin on his hands, looking at Ling Muyun with a smile.
It's like a big joke has been made and it's like seeing how he smooths things over.
Brother Ye just cherishes his talent.
Along the way, Ling Muyun didn't talk about the matters entrusted by the Northwest King.
Therefore, Brother Ye mentioned Tongtianya instead of Shenxiandu.
"Master Ling, I feel like you are playing a big game of chess." Wang Na pretended to moan.
For him, what he pursues in his life is nothing more than the illusory way of immortality.
Now that I have lost, I have to go to Shenxiandu, which is just a different place to practice.
"It's just a chess piece."
