2349: C2349 It Is Not Fun to be so Weak!

C2349 It Is Not Fun to be so Weak!

The people around him were all third or fourth stage experts, if it was in the past, their Dragon City would be unrestrained and unrestrained. But now, their Dragon City were no longer the same as it was in the past, with many powers infiltrating it, and Zhu Family being unavoidable, their Wong Family was even stronger.

One of them had a face like a peach and looked really handsome. With a flirtatious smile on his face, the worst kind was the one the young woman liked the most. However, he and Wong Ming stood side by side, while the others automatically stepped back, showing that they had extraordinary statuses.

Yang Ping smiled faintly and ignored him. A person like Wong Ming was at most a puppet. However, the adonis beside him was not simple. He was definitely an expert like Sunn Wangyue.

"Young Master Mu, he's Yang Ping, the one I was talking about. He's been very arrogant recently. Look at his yellow number, he's definitely going to participate in the first round. Let's find a chance to kill him." Wong Ming sneered.

Young Master Mu glanced over and said, "Ten million."

Wong Ming trembled as his heart bled. He had paid a huge price to ask these people to help him. He didn't expect that it would cost an extra ten million to deal with Yang Ping. Wong Ming was rich, but he also felt heartache. However, thinking about the humiliation Yang Ping had brought him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, 10 million."

Young Master Mu chuckled and said, "Don't worry, he will die miserably."

Wong Ming was ecstatic in his heart. He glared at Yang Ping as if he was looking at a dead man, and thought to himself: Yang Ping, just you wait, once you enter Posterior Mountain, you will become a corpse. He had not forgotten about the Royal Casino. He had lost one hundred and fifty million yuan.

There were more than a thousand people with red and gold numbers, and the rest had yellow numbers. They had to participate in the Posterior Mountain trials. After Dragon City Elder Yang Guoyong announced the start of the competition, everyone followed him and entered the forest through the Posterior Mountain's metal door.

A group of military protection reporters followed up the interview. Yang Guoyong and Headmaster Qu chatted for a while before leaving with their group. The opening ceremony of Dragon God Competition had officially ended, and the next test would be the first.

Yang Ping was ready to go in, but Zhen Ying insisted on following him and said, "Such a good opportunity. We can share hardships together and cultivate our relationship."

"Stay by the side." Yang Ping was both angry and amused. He shook his head and walked to the metal door.

"Aiyo, Yang Ping, I didn't expect you to be staying in Dragon City. You're not afraid of death." A strange voice came from the side. Wong Ming came over with a group of people. With a cold look in his eyes, he ridiculed, "I advise you not to go in, otherwise, it would be a pity to die inside."

Yang Ping glanced at it and said with a faint smile, "You're right, I might as well go to the Royal Casino and earn some money."

The corner of Wong Ming's mouth twitched in anger. He thought that Liu Ming was really going to the Royal Casino and did not dare to provoke him anymore. He snorted coldly, "Be careful and don't let me touch you. Otherwise, you will regret it for the rest of your life." When she saw Zhen Ying, her eyes lit up. She was attracted by Yang Ping's amazing beauty and thought to herself, What virtue or ability does Yang Ping have? It isn't enough with Zhu Xi, he actually has such a beautiful woman by his side.

When comparing Zhen Ying with the other girls that he had played with before, they became vulgar and ordinary. Wong Ming felt resentment in his heart and felt that the heavens were unfair. Why would he let a diaosi possess a Heavenly Immortal that he couldn't even get his hands on?

Wong Ming stared at Zhen Ying fiercely and laughed strangely: "Beautiful girl, I am the successor to the Dragon City's great clan's Wong Family. I wonder if I will have the honor of having dinner with a beautiful lady."

Zhen Ying pouted and said coldly, "Pussy, get lost."

Damn it, even a dead woman dares not to be frightened by me. If I don't show you something, you would think I'm a sick cat, so I smiled sinisterly and said, "Beautiful girl, how much is it for one night? Yang Ping can afford it, but I'll pay double, how about that?"

Zhen Ying revealed a puzzled expression as she looked at Yang Ping and asked, "What does he mean?"

Yang Ping shrugged and sighed, "He called you a lady."

Wong Ming was amused by Zhen Ying's naivety. He laughed and said, "You want to build a memorial archway as a whore? Beauty, stop pretending. I know it's just a matter of money." He took out his cheque book and snorted, "How much is it? Write it yourself."

Zhen Ying narrowed her phoenix eyes as she clenched her fists.

Wong Ming was still laughing complacently. However, Mu gongzi's expression changed drastically as he felt a terrifying killing intent and shouted, "Stand back!"

"Whiz!"

Zhen Ying disappeared on the spot and reappeared in front of Wong Ming. A sharp silver sword was thrusted at his throat. Young Master Mu's expression changed as he roared. A soft sword flowed out from his waist like a snake and clashed with the silver sword.

Ding dang!

Mu gongzi's entire body shook. He groaned and flew away. However, because of his obstruction, the small silver sword lost its strength and returned to his hand. Zhen Ying raised her slender leg and kicked out.

Wong Ming felt like he was in a dream. A foot that was gradually getting bigger appeared in his pupils. With a "kacha" sound, the foot was pressed against his face. He screamed miserably as he rolled on the ground and moaned.

Zhen Ying wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Yang Ping: "Don't let anyone die." If he killed Wong Ming in public, it would absolutely be a troublesome matter.

Mu gongzi stared at Zhen Ying, his mind filled with shock. Zhen Ying's attack just now was without warning, and if it weren't for the fact that he had been walking on the edge of life and death for years and sensed the piercing killing intent, he really wouldn't have been able to defend against that sword.

Wong Ming screamed as he got up and shouted, "B * tch, I'm going to kill you!"

Master Mu stopped Wong Ming and looked at Zhen Ying in awe, saying, "I'm sorry, we were impulsive. Please give us a name and we will leave immediately. "

Wong Ming was shocked and forgot about the pain on his face. He shouted, "Young Noble Mu, your father isn't going to be bullied for spending money. Just help me get that bitch back to the hotel, laozi is going to mess with her. Let her live a life worse than death. "

Murderous intent flashed in Zhen Ying's eyes. Young Master Mu thought to himself, "Misunderstanding, such a misunderstanding …"

Wong Ming didn't get a clear view of the car and was about to continue insulting him, but Mu gongzi's face was dark. He glared at Wong Ming and immediately felt chills down his spine. Wong Ming did not dare to breathe and obediently lowered his head.

Young Master Mu revealed a faint smile, cupped his fists and said, "Dragon God Competition has only just started, why must we kill each other? We should benefit the others." He was reminding Zhen Ying not to fight before the match had even started. It was inappropriate.

Zhen Ying said coldly: "What Dragon God Competition, I don't care, Big Brother Yang said he won't kill anyone. Fine, today I will cut off one of your hands."

After Wong Ming heard this, he flew into a rage. F * ck you, you dare to challenge me? Young Master Mu forced a smile and said softly, "I am Mu Ying from Xuanming Martial Arts School, I have yet to seek your guidance..."

The Xuanming Dojo had a great reputation due to their Yun Province. Between them and the Titan Gang, when the Titan Gang entered the Dragon City, the Xuanming Dojo would naturally not fall behind. Mu Ying was the head's head disciple, and her strength was Sixth Level Stage. This time, the Wong Family was to lay a foundation in the Dragon City so that she could enter the Dragon City in the future.

Mu Ying had brought out the dojo to scare the other party. After all, the Dark Nether Martial Arts School was not weak and could be considered a second-rate sect in China. The head of the dojo created the Dark Nether Palm, which was a middle grade Profound Rank Ancient Martial Arts.

However, he had underestimated Zhen Ying and made a huge mistake. Zhen Ying was Sorrowful to a Ghost's last disciple. Sorrowful to a Ghost was known as the number one assassin, dominating Underground World, and had never failed before. How could he be afraid of someone who could destroy the Xuanming Dojo with a finger?

Zhen Ying looked at Yang Ping, waiting for his order. She valued Yang Ping's opinion now. It was related to the future development of their relationship, so she didn't mind singing with him for the rest of her life.

Yang Ping didn't have the leisure to argue with Wong Ming, so he said, "After you're done, go to the infirmary and wait for me there." With that, he disappeared into the forest. Zhen Ying had no time to stop him, she could not find him. She stomped her feet and said through gritted teeth, "It's all your fault for delaying me."

"You, you, and you … If you break your own hand, then this matter will come to an end. " Without Yang Ping beside her, Zhen Ying regained her Dark Princess aura and said coldly, "Don't force me to do it."

Mu Ying was about to leave the backstage, but the other party did not show any weakness. Annoyed, he said in a deep voice, "The Dark Nether Martial Arts School may not be the best, but they are not that bad in the martial arts world. Aren't you afraid of being blamed by the elders? "

Zhen Ying chuckled and said with disdain, "What is the Xuanming Dojo? A place to collect trash?"

Mu Ying's complexion changed. His juniors from the dojo behind him were filled with righteous indignation and shouted, "You dare to insult the Xuanming Dojo? Eldest Brother, don't stop him, I'm going to have a good meeting with him today. Look at this girl's good figure, hold onto her later and let Eldest Brother be the first one to go up. "I'll be the second one."

Wong Ming said angrily, "Nobody is allowed to move. I'll be the first one up!" Clutching his face, Pang Zi resentfully said, "Look at your delicate skin. I will use my whip to viciously beat you to death."

Mu Ying's face was gloomy. She was holding her flexible sword and was on full alert.

At this time, the yellow numbered participant had already entered the Posterior Mountain, and behind the door, there was only a group of people. They were all at loggerheads and no one cared. Mu Ying had come with a mission, but his sect had been insulted, so he decided to teach this ignorant woman a lesson.

"Trash!"

Zhen Ying grasped her sword and stabbed out with it. Pear blossoms filled the sky as sword qi weaved through the air.

Murderous intent surged out from Mu Ying's pupils. She knew that the power of the sword could make people's shadows. She shouted, "All of you retreat. I will block it."

Puff puff puff!

Mu Ying threw away her flexible sword and threw a palm towards Zhen Ying. An ice-cold force came out from her body and condensed into a palm print. The palm print wanted to break the sword Qi and save the brothers in the dojo. Unfortunately, he had really underestimated the power of the Pear Blossom Sword Technique. The Pear Blossom Sword Technique was created by Sorrowful to a Ghost in his early years. It was an Earth lower tier ancient sword technique and was a level higher than the Dark Nether Palm.

The severed arm fell to the ground, blood staining the metal door red.

Other than Mu Ying, the rest of them were stunned. Wong Ming looked down. He didn't know when his left arm fell to the ground. At this moment, pain came and he almost fainted.

Blood trickled from the corner of Mu Ying's mouth as she looked at Zhen Ying in fear.

Fast, too fast. If it wasn't for him stopping in time, even he would have lost an arm. He thought of a legendary sword technique, his face filled with fear.

Zhen Ying sheathed her sword and cursed, "If not for Big Brother Yang saying that we can't kill anyone, all of you would have died long ago. "It's really useless. I even thought that the Xuanming Dojo was pretty powerful, but all of them are just pustules."1

Puff!

Seeing his backer being looked down upon, Mu Ying spat out blood in anger.

When Zhen Ying was returning to the hospital, Yang Ping was in the forest. There was no one around him, so the number in his hand emitted a faint warmth. Then, it started to burn intensely, imprinting a number on the palm of his hand.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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