Zheng Zhongwang kept staring at Zheng Ming. Seeing that what he said did not arouse Zheng Ming's strong reaction, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Compared with the Family Thesis Conference, the warrior's thesis is often more eye-catching, but most of the time, the thesis of the advanced warriors is determined based on their respective achievements and cultivation."

"Compared with this level of warriors who don't change much, the five-year list of world talents is even more dazzling!"

"The age of those who participate in the World Talent List is limited to under 16 years old. As long as a young man who can be rated as a third-rank or above, whether it is a martial arts academies within the Kingdom or a sect within the Kingdom, he will open his door to him and train him as the core of the sect's future."

"Even if you cannot be included in the third grade, as long as you are above the sixth grade, you can also enter all the martial arts academies in the kingdom except the Tianwu Supervisor, but you cannot enjoy the treatment of talents above the third grade."

"As for talents above the ninth grade, they will also be treated well!" Zheng Zhongwang said here, smashed his mouth and said proudly: "If you don't say anything else, just choose the sects and martial arts academies in this state."

"I participated in the World Class Conference and was rated as the top nine grade, so I had the opportunity to enter the Changhe Martial Arts Academy in Jinghongzhou. At the age of 30, I broke through the Nine grade and became the patriarch of our family."

Zheng Zhongwang's voice became louder and louder. Obviously, this person was very proud of his achievements back then.

"Myster Ming, don't think that these ninth grades are easy to get. You should know that the quota of the land of a continent can be rated as the ninth grade, which is only a quota of five hundred."

Zheng Ming smiled without saying a word. Although he didn't like Zheng Zhongwang, he would not disturb Zheng Zhongwang's recollection of his glorious history at this time without any benefit.

"In another half a year, it will be the World Class Conference. I am going to recommend you to attend. My requirement for you is to be able to enter the fifth grade and ensure that you enter the sixth grade."

Zheng Zhongwang said this, his eyes filled with flames and said loudly: "Do you have confidence in this request?"

The sound was loud and very encouraging, but Zheng Ming rolled his eyes straight.

Although he is not considered pretentious, he is also a proud person. Zheng Zhongwang's request for him was really unacceptable.

Zheng Ming's silence made Zheng Zhongwang's enthusiasm suddenly decrease a lot. He smiled at Zheng Ming and said, "Why, don't you have confidence?"

"No, patriarch, don't you think your requirements for me are really too low?" Zheng Ming stared at Zheng Zhongwang, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.

"Haha, young man, it's better to be down-to-earth." Zheng Zhongwang patted Zheng Ming's shoulder and said.

Zheng Zhongwang left, but Zheng Ming's heart did not calm down. The five-year list of world talents filled his heart with yearning.

He was not attracted by the choice of sects at will, but by the reputation brought by the world's talent list.

If the entire dynasty can beat the world's talents in one fell swoop, how much reputation can you get and how many hero cards can you draw!

How could you miss such a good opportunity?

After getting an iron piece that was the same as the secret of Jiu Zhen Breaking Mountain, he also heard the list of world talents that appreciated the world talents from Zheng Zhongwang's mouth, which made Zheng Ming very happy. So after calming down, he walked out of the Sutra Pavilion.

Back at Zheng Jingren's house, Zheng Jingren is competing with Zheng Heng. Both of them are at the peak of the eleventh grade and are very exciting.

Zheng Jingren's spiritual monkey fist is flexible and changeable. With a happy body, it seems that four or five Zheng Jingren are attacking Zheng Heng.

Although Zheng Heng has more defense and less offense, the Tiger Fist is not only full of momentum, but also as stable as a mountain. In terms of momentum, it is not much worse than Zheng Jingren.

"Brother Ming, you are back, what are you getting!" Seeing Zheng Ming, Zheng shockedly closed his fist and jumped to Zheng Ming and said.

Zheng Ming smiled and said, "That is, I have learned a few boxing techniques at will, why don't we try it?"

Zheng Jing thought of Zheng Ming's punch at the Supreme Elder, and his head shaking like a rattle: "Brother Ming, my head has not been kicked by a donkey, how dare I compete with you?"

"I only use the twelve-grade strength, and I don't use the Bear King's Fist. What do you think?" Zheng Ming thought of the boxing techniques he was watching today, and was also interested in using these techniques, so he said to Zheng Jingren with a smile.

Zheng Jingren stared at two eyes, one big and one small, and after careful calculation, he said: "Add to add one thing, you are not allowed to use marksmanship or your flying knife."

The strength is controlled in the twelfth grade, and the Bear King Fist and Zheng Ming’s famous meteor flying knife are not allowed to be used. This is almost a few ropes tied to Zheng Ming’s hands and feet.

Zheng Ming nodded and said, "This is up to you."

"Haha, Brother Heng, you testify, this is what Brother Ming said himself. He only uses the power of the twelve grades. Whenever, as long as his power is greater than me, you will be judged to lose." Zheng Jingren pulled Zheng Heng over and said, "The loser, but the winner should have a good meal!"

"Okay, I'll testify to you." Zheng Heng said with a very brotherly demeanor.

Seeing that everything was ready, Zheng Jingren jumped into the air, and a spirit monkey offered a splendor and rushed towards Zheng Ming.

Zheng Ming is extremely familiar with this set of spiritual monkey fist. If he uses the Bear King Fist, there will be at least a dozen ways to break it.

But at this time, Zheng Ming used a feminine golden snake fist. With a golden snake dancing around, he rushed towards Zheng Jingren.

Although Zheng Ming had already imprinted the secret of the Golden Snake Fist in his heart, it was his first time to use it, so he was inevitably a little stiff. So at the moment of the fight, he was almost grabbed by Zheng's amazingly changing spiritual monkey fist.

Zheng Jingren's face was more joyful. While using the Spirit Monkey Fist that had already touched the state of consciousness, he attacked Zheng Ming, he smiled and said, "Brother Ming, I have seen your Golden Snake Fist, and it happened to be restrained by my Spirit Monkey Fist. This time, I have to make you lose money in Chunyu Tower. Please have a good drink."

Zheng Ming didn't say anything, but just used a set of Golden Snake Fist to fight Zheng Jingren. Although his boxing skills were stiff, he would be avoided by him every time Zheng Jingren's attack was about to hit him.

Zheng Jingren was like a monkey, and he became more and more happy as he fought. His laughter could be heard in the entire yard of the elder's house.

However, Zheng Jingren did not maintain this joy for a long time. When Zheng Ming used the Golden Snake Fist for the second time, he found that his spiritual monkey fist, which was originally higher in grade than the Golden Snake Fist and could suppress the Golden Snake Fist, was actually suppressed by Zheng Ming.

The power in Zheng Ming's fist was not as good as him, but under the feminine spiritual snake fist, he seemed to be tangled to death by an invisible force.

When Zheng Ming hit the Golden Snake punch for the third time, Zheng Jingren felt a suffocating feeling. He felt that he was not competing with Zheng Ming, but that he was simply being abused by Zheng Ming.

What abused him was not only his martial arts, but also his psychology.

Every time he punches, he will find that Zheng Ming seems to have been waiting for him to attack this move. Not only does he break his move, but he also attacks his vital points at will.

If Zheng Ming hadn't shown mercy, Zheng Jingren felt that he would have been beaten to the ground at least seven or eight times.

"Brother Ming, don't use the Golden Snake Fist if we have the courage!" Zheng Jingren touched the sweat on his forehead and said loudly to Zheng Ming.

Zheng Ming, who was like a spiritual snake, smiled gently after hearing Zheng Jingren's words and directly replaced the golden snake fist that he was using, and was becoming more and more convenient, with a broken mountain leg.

Zheng Ming did not practice much about leg techniques, so when he used the broken mountain legs, Zheng Jingren took a few breaths.

But after Zheng Ming used a set of broken mountain legs, the sweat on Zheng Jingren's face became a little more. Under Zheng Ming's broken mountain legs, Zheng Jingren felt that every leg of Zheng Ming was locked on his vital point.

"Brother Ming, how can you not use your broken mountain legs?"

...

Half an hour passed, Zheng Jingnan's spiritual monkey fist had turned into the drunk monkey fist. He was dizzy and waved his fist casually, not caring whether this punch could hit Zheng Ming.

The set of boxing techniques that Zheng Ming used at this time was extremely powerful and opened and closed, which was the most powerful Pojun boxing in the Zheng family's Sutra Pavilion.

Although this set of boxing only has thirteen styles, at this time, there was a feeling of thousands of troops in Zheng Ming's hands.

"It's another artistic conception, how is this possible?" Zheng Ba looked at Zheng Ming's boxing technique and widened his eyes on the railing of the main building on the second floor of the Great Elder's Mansion.

Zheng Yongen stared at Zheng Ming tightly. When he heard his son's words, he said in a deep voice: "How is it impossible? Some people are born with amazing understanding, and others are difficult to understand in their lifetime. He can understand things that are difficult for them to understand in one day."

"Zheng Ming, you can't treat it with ordinary people."
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