"I, Niu Dingtian, is a dignified man. The reason why I took on the problem of Chisangmu is that I am completely planning for the country and the people. Isn't it because you say you have selfish intentions?"

"How can you, a little woman, understand the bloody heart of my iron-blooded man!"

After saying the last sentence, Zheng Ming almost thought that he was the second brother Guan who went to the meeting alone. Although he did not have the long beard of that foot or more, he was also a man with a blushing face.

Bai Yunjing listened to Zheng Ming's explanation, his lips raised, and his face was full of laughter, but Bai Yunpiao, who was standing beside him, was stunned for a moment, and then laughed without any scruples.

Looking at Zheng Ming's serious expression, he was like a woman with a watery look, shamelessly creating a chastity arch for herself, so she couldn't breathe when she smiled. While rubbing her belly exaggeratedly, she smiled and leaned back and forth.

"Do you think it's funny?" Zheng Ming asked in anger when he saw Bai Yunpiao's bluff too much.

Bai Yunpiao finally calmed down and said mercilessly: "What a blue and blood-loving heart! You can say this in front of me, don't talk nonsense in front of outsiders. Now, in the entire Tiancus, who doesn't know that you are a big radish who loves women!"

"For the woman promised by His Majesty the Emperor of God, you are willing to even want your life. You are going to break the Red Sang Wood. You are still here to say something about the green blood and loyal heart. I... Don't tell anyone that you know me!"

Zheng Ming looked at Bai Yunpiao, who was dancing in his teeth and claws, and suddenly moved his heart. He said in a deep voice: "You said, the whole Tian Customs knows that I am going to break the Chisang Wood?"

"No, no, no, not the entire Tian Customs, it should be said that it is the entire Zique Divine Dynasty. You may not know that you have become the dream lover of many passionate women." Bai Yunpiao, who stomped his feet, shouted at Bai Yunjing: "Let's go home, ignore this stupid egg who sells it and helps people count money!"

While Bai Yunpiao was talking, he grabbed Bai Yunjing, who wanted to say something to Zheng Ming, and ran out quickly, without giving Zheng Ming a chance to see him off.

The white clouds that came and went like the wind were real friends. Zheng Ming was moved and thought of his intention to break the red mulberry wood.

Although he did not tell the Purple Que Divine Emperor about this matter, as the monarch of the Purple Que Divine Dynasty, Purple Que Divine Emperor would not be confused. How could the destruction of the Red Sang Wood be related to the entire war?

It seems that this situation is deliberately designed by someone.

Zheng Ming could guess who did it. After pondering for a moment, he did not immediately make trouble, but instead clicked Yuan Hong's hero card.

After using Yuan Hong's hero card, Zheng Ming felt that his cultivation seemed to have improved a lot. In the world, a great way was extremely close to him.

From this feeling, Zheng Ming knew that his cultivation level was still quite different from Yuan Hong.

However, when he used Yuan Hong's eight or nine mysterious skills, Zheng Ming's eyes suddenly felt a little surprised.

Among Yuan Hong's skills, there are eight or nine mysterious skills, which Zheng Ming already knew after he drew Yuan Hong's hero card.

Moreover, in Zheng Ming's feeling, Yuan Hong's eight or nine mysterious skill level and Yang Jian's eight or nine mysterious skill level are not much different.

In other words, both of them are at the sixth level of the eight or nine mysterious masters, and their bodies are as steel as they are, and ordinary swords, axes and magic weapons are hard to be damaged. Moreover, the operation of the mysterious masters can change various forms.

However, when the moment Yuan Hong's eight or nine profuse skills were activated this time, Zheng Ming felt a little surprised, because Yuan Hong's eight or nine profuse skills and Yang Jian's eight or nine profuse skills were the same in most of the content.

Only the final change has certain differences.

According to Zheng Ming's feeling, he could not tell which one is better or which one is bad. However, this gap has led the two people's eight or nine mysterious skills to take different paths.

What is this situation?

After operating the eight or nine mysterious skills, Zheng Ming slowly realized the difference between the eight or nine mysterious skills. After a long time, Zheng Ming realized what this gap was.

If Yang Jian's eight or nine prose skills emphasize defense and remain as motionless as a mountain, then Yuan Hong focuses on attacking in this regard, light and fast.

He silently recited the formula of the Eight and Nine Profound Art in his heart, and a trace of light flashed in Zheng Ming's eyes. In the end, he ignored everything else and took out the stone bridge obtained from the Great Sage of the Golden Lotus and sat on it.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Zheng Ming suddenly opened his eyes. He had already understood something. At this moment, the true energy in his body began to flow to some meridians that he had never touched before.

In this slow flow, the golden light in Zheng Ming's body began to produce a hint of lilac. This lilac color is much worse than the golden light, so when looking at Zheng Ming's external golden light, many people felt that Zheng Ming's body was golden at this time and there was no variegated color.

As the golden light became brighter, Zheng Ming clicked the second Yuan Hong's hero card and the third Yuan Hong's hero card...

In just two hours, all Yuan Hong's hero cards had been used up by Zheng Ming. At this moment, the originally faint purple light became dazzling.

Although the purple light was unable to compete with the golden light in the end, it was no longer at a disadvantage under the golden light. The most important thing is that the gathering of the two lights of purple and gold increased Zheng Ming's power by three times.

Three times, this is really not a small number for a warrior of Zheng Ming.

When the last trace of purple-gold light penetrated into his body, Zheng Ming became even more ordinary, and he was like a part of this courtyard.

"Eight or nine are missing, at least one kind of change in the martial arts. If the three martial arts of the eight or nine mysterious martial arts can be supplemented, then it will definitely be a supreme method in body refining."

Zheng Ming, who was talking to himself, looked at the reputation in his heart and shook his head. Although he had guessed that the remaining eight-nine mysterious skill had fallen into the hands of someone, it was too difficult to draw that person.

But if you think of who is who, his reputation is not worth enough!

The eight-nine mysterious skill has countless mysteries. After verifying Yuan Hong's eight-nine mysterious skill and Yang Jian's eight-nine mysterious skill, Zheng Ming's gains became more and more.

So much so that Zheng Ming vaguely felt that even if the Eight and Nine Profound Art gathered five kinds of spiritual fires, it seemed that he could advance.

But this kind of promotion is a little bit short of me.

The stone bridge is born and long. Sitting cross-legged on it, the mind is naturally clear. Zheng Ming, who has comprehended the mystery of eight or nine times, slowly appeared above his head.

The clouds gathered and formed a vague figure. Although the figure was not visible clearly, Zheng Ming had a feeling that as long as he activated the figure, he could exert his combat power that was not inferior to his own body.

"Well, why are there anyone here?" Zheng Ming, who slowly opened his eyes, looked a little unhappy. When he was practicing, the most taboo thing was that someone would disturb him at this critical moment.

You should know that when you comprehend this thing, you often have a flash of inspiration, and it is very unpleasant to be interrupted when your heart is empty.

Zheng Ming took the stone bridge where he sat down and stood up. At this moment, his face changed.

The man who was about to enter this mansion was actually besieged by seven or eight men who had reached the level of the God of Life.

In just a moment, the man who rushed towards his mansion was knocked to the ground by these besieged people.

Just as Zheng Ming appeared, a besieger had waved his palm and printed on the head of the fallen man.

The palms that have turned golden all over are filled with powerful energy. Once this palm falls, the man who reports the news will definitely be dead.

The man who reported the news was full of despair! Not to mention that he was seriously injured now, even if he was not injured, he could not receive such a strong palm force.

He wanted to open his mouth and shout, and he knew that only by shouting out the supreme being who was ready to ask for help could he survive.

But the surging pressure came from all directions and did not give him a chance to yell, and even his lips could not open.

It's over!

The man closed his eyes. Although he thought he was not a person who was afraid of death, his instinct to survive still made him want to struggle for a while in the coming of death.

Unfortunately, at this moment, the only thing he could do was to close his eyes and wait, waiting for the palm that could end his life, which hit his body heavily. However, while he was waiting silently, he felt that death was a bit too long.

Waiting for death!

The three words "Who are you?" sounded in the man's ears, which made the man stunned. Who is he? These people who chased him had never asked him, because when he appeared, they killed him without saying a word.

Could it be that they have changed their minds now? As the man's expression changed, all the hesitation finally became firm.

Just as he opened his eyes, he saw a red face, a face that made him unable to open his eyes.

At the moment when he saw this blushing face, a strange light flashed in the man's eyes, because at this moment, he soon thought of who this person was.

He quickly turned his head and looked at the people who were chasing him. He saw that the people were still keeping their own movements. The man who waved his palms on his head was still waving his palms, and even the ferocious look on his face did not change at all.

But the man knew that there were changes in this, and the biggest change was that all these people could not move.

"Are you Mr. Niu Dingtian? I am Wolfen Nie's friend!"

Wusen Nie, Zheng Ming was stunned for a moment, and then he thought of the man who followed him into Tian Customs a few days ago.

Because during the argument between him and his companions, he was the only one who said good things to himself, Zheng Ming took him to Tian Customs.

After he slapped the second prince, he said goodbye and left. Zheng Ming ignored his affairs.

But I didn't expect that the man who broke in was actually Wusheng Nie's friend.

"Uh, how about Wayne Nie?" Zheng Ming's thoughts flashed in his mind, and he was already a little clear, but his voice was extremely calm.
Chapter completed!