"Let's go! Others have left after get off work, so let's leave too?" Zheng Yingying suggested.

Zheng Xiaoming said weakly: "I want to stay and write! I can still practice martial arts when I wait a little later!"

Zheng Yingying said, "It's good to practice martial arts, it's good to practice martial arts! I'm not going to practice swords and crack bullets? I'll throw stones for you.

By the way, I thought of a way, and wait and buy a slingshot to shoot you a stone. This thing is much more powerful than throwing it with your hands!"

Zheng Xiaoming's eyes lit up, thinking that Zheng Yingying was weak and the stone she threw was not powerful enough and the speed was too slow. This is a good way to use a slingshot.

Zheng Yingying said as she got up and prepared to buy a slingshot.

Before I even left the house, I heard someone shouting loudly outside: "Is Gaoyang's new Venerable Zheng Xiaoming here? We are Yang Zili from the Tiequan Yang family, brother Yang Zisheng, I will come to ask the Venerable for advice today!"

"Brother, someone is here to challenge you again!" Zheng Yingying was excited and finally became bored. She shouted excitedly.

Then, first, I left the office and looked down and saw two men in double-breasted outfits clasping their fists downstairs and shouting.

Behind them, there were several people shooting with professional cameras!

Zheng Yingying was a little stunned and wondered, why did these guys still bring their own cameraman?

Zheng Xiaoming also saw it when he walked out and sneered in his heart. These guys were kind-hearted, but even professional photographers brought it. He clearly planned to step on his own!

But that's fine, you guys hit me in front of the camera and don't even know your mother!

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In the witch hunter forum, at least hundreds of people are watching the Iron Fist Sect challenge Zheng Xiaoming through live broadcasts.

"It's starting, it's about to start! Everyone hurry up and watch the fun, cigarettes, melon seeds and mineral water..."

"Is this the new Venerable in Gaoyang's broken place? Doesn't it look very good? He is so young and still a little white-faced!"

"Bet, bet! I bet the people from the Iron Fist Sect win!"

For a moment, the barrage in the live broadcast post quickly passed by.

It's just that although it's so lively, there are not anyone who is really willing to gamble.

The only young people who joined in the fun were just some young people, and those who were more mature and persistent were waiting to watch the next battle with a solemn expression!

Although everyone is very dissatisfied with Zheng Xiaoming's becoming Gao Yang's venerable and belittles her, not many people really dare to underestimate Zheng Xiaoming.

After all, the status of the Venerable is so important. No matter how bad the Tianwei Army is, it shouldn't really choose a useless person as the Venerable!

They all want to see what Zheng Xiaoming’s real ability is!

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In front of the camera, Zheng Xiaoming was uncomfortable all over, and he felt that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

However, who is Zheng Xiaoming? How can a dignified venerable show his timidity?

Facing the camera, Zheng Xiaoming still put on a self-confessed posture and laughed: "You dare to challenge me. Do you know how the word "death" is written?"

Yang Zizhang was not angry and said lightly: "Just asking for advice!"

As soon as a "teacher" landed, Yang Zizhang suddenly stepped on the ground, and with a bang, he suddenly rushed forward. A fist suddenly magnified in front of his eyes and appeared less than three feet in front of Zheng Xiaoming's face.

Zheng Xiaoming's hair was blowing with strong wind, and even the muscles and skin on his cheeks began to tremble.

However, the next moment, Yang Zizhang's fist stopped and suddenly fell to the ground in pain, shrinking into a ball and twitching.

However, after Zheng Xiaoming ate the bear gluten fruit, the big gluten was extremely flexible and could perform countless incredible actions.

Just now, my shoulders didn't raise and the person didn't move. I kicked out silently and kicked all kinds of things under Yang Zizhang's lower abdomen!

At this moment, he knocked the enemy down with one move, and Zheng Xiaoming raised his leg and slapped it: "Foshan's shadowless foot!"

The demon hunters who watched the live broadcast were almost infuriated: "Damn, this guy is so sinister, he actually used a sneak attack on the vaginal legs!"

"What kind of venerable is this? He actually used such a shameless and obscene trick!"

The young witch hunters in Pingjiang Province were excited.

However, some real masters, such as the invincible iron fist who was also watching the game, Yang Dahe's pupils began to shrink slightly at this moment: "The strong master in the inner world, I didn't expect that this new master has already mastered his muscles at such age! Self-reliance and self-reflection are not his opponents..."

Standing next to Yang Dahe was his son, Yang Di, known as Yang invincible. He had a dark face and did not speak.

Yang Zishen and Yang Zili challenged Zheng Xiaoming without their consent. This made Yang Di extremely angry!

It’s not that Yang Di felt that they shouldn’t challenge Zheng Xiaoming. In fact, the Yang family was dissatisfied with Zheng Xiaoming becoming a security guard in Tianwei Army.

Since Yang Dahe was young, the Yang family has been seeking to become a security guard of the Tianwei Army, that is, the venerable! But they have never been able to do it.

Now a little guy appeared somewhere and became a Venerable easily. How could they balance their minds?

Yang Di just felt that his two sons were too stupid and impulsive, and didn't know anything, so he went to challenge Zheng Xiaoming in a reckless manner.

You should know that around Gaoyang, I don’t know how many people are feeling unhappy when they see Zheng Xiaoming. So many people are not in a hurry to jump out and cause trouble for Zheng Xiaoming. Why are his two stupid sons in a hurry to go?

Now that I am not Zheng Xiaoming's opponent, if I go out and lose, I will lose all my face!

Just when Yang Di felt that when those two stupid sons came back, they must teach them a lesson.

Suddenly, looking at the live broadcast, Yang Dahe and Yang Di and his son both changed their expressions: "Zi Li actually used explosion potion! Bastard boy..."

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At the competition site, the remaining Iron Fist Sect's disciple Yang Zili took a deep breath and did not lose the formation. Moreover, it is now live broadcast. If he admits defeat directly, he will not lose his own face, but the face of the entire Iron Fist Yang family.

Therefore, even if it is death, you cannot escape this battle.

Yang Zili quietly held an injection in his pocket and pierced it into his thigh.

The potion starts to work miraculously with the fastest effect, and immediately there is a special force flowing directly into the heart with the blood.

At this moment, his heart suddenly seemed to expand, his heartbeat became more steady and powerful, and his breathing became deeper and more powerful. Every time his heartbeat pumped blood mixed with oxygen into all parts of his body through his arteries, into every tiny capillary.

Then he let out a painful cry, his muscles began to swell, and a continuous stream of power seemed to emerge from the body.

Then Yang Zili walked towards Zheng Xiaoming step by step, and each step seemed to have taken root. The one step on the ground seemed to be an elephant, not a person.

Zheng Xiaoming showed surprise for the first time and said to himself: "Has this guy used some so-called disintegration of the demon in the legend to stimulate potential? Otherwise, how could the whole person suddenly become so powerful!"
Chapter completed!