Nie Zhanpeng was imposing and arrogant, looking down on everyone, standing high above them, like a master, and said: "Qin Fengshuang, now I will also give you a chance to surrender to me and become my slaves, then I can be generous and forgive your crimes."
"You want us to be your slaves?"
"Yes, times have changed. If you want to submit to me, you can only become my slaves." Nie Zhanpeng snorted and said, "You resisted me just now. This is a big crime, but I see that we have been teachers for so many years.
For the sake of brothers, you are so magnanimous. Now you kneel down to thank me."
Being a slave means being magnanimous, as Nie Zhanpeng can say.
Qin Fengshuang and others were angry and resentful, but there was nothing they could do. Now that Nie Zhanpeng had broken through the Origin Treasure and became a veritable martial arts master, no one in the Shifang Martial Arts Hall was his opponent.
Nie Zhanpeng looked at He Suzhen with a smile and said: "Little junior sister, how are you? You didn't expect that now I have become a master of martial arts and dominate Qingzhou." After saying this, he looked at Jiang Xinyang and said: "Little junior sister, I heard that you are following
Jiang Xinyang is engaged. How can this loser be worthy of you? Only I can give you honor. Leave this loser and follow Master's orders and return to me."
It was the young master's order to make Jiang Xinyang, this good-for-nothing, lose everything. Now, if I drive him out of the He family and snatch his woman, I have fulfilled the young master's order!
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that He Suzhen was looking at him as if he were an idiot.
Seeing the look in the other person's eyes, Nie Zhanpeng's words stopped abruptly, feeling a little confused.
Jiang Xinyang glanced at Nie Zhanpeng, shook his head, and said: "Nie Zhanpeng, now I will give you a chance. As long as you reveal the person behind the scenes, I can only abolish your martial arts and spare your life."
When Nie Zhanpeng heard this, he burst out laughing and said, "Boy, have you lost your mind and gone crazy? I am a master of origin. You spared my life. You are laughing so hard."
Jiang Xinyang said calmly: "Nie Zhanpeng, I have given you the opportunity."
"What the hell, boy, I am an origin expert, but you are just an ant in front of me. You really think you are a person. Now I will show you, you are just a waste."
"Wind and thunder blend together to form a powerful hand with true energy."
Nie Zhanpeng let out a long roar, stretched out his right hand, and his true energy came out through his palm, turning into a big white hand and slapping Jiang Xinyang. A warrior can practice his true energy after breaking through the origin of the true treasure.
Infuriating energy is 'real', while spiritual energy is invisible and virtual.
There is a huge difference between reality and virtuality.
Nie Zhanpeng broke through the origin of Zhenzang and developed Zhenqi. His big white hands are real, transformed by his Zhenqi, and their power is many times greater than the big hands made of spiritual energy.
"Suppress me."
The big white hand came down from high in the sky, trying to suppress Jiang Xinyang to the ground and make him eat sand. But Jiang Xinyang took a breath, his blood was running violently, and there was a roaring sound in his body. He could vaguely hear the roar of Tianlong, fierce tiger.
Roaring.
His body was shining with golden light, and the meridians converged in his body and turned into golden veins, making his body look like the golden body of Buddha.
At this time, the power of the Vajra body, the dragon's roar, and the tiger's roar were all revealed. When the big white hand came down to suppress it, before it touched Jiang Xinyang's body, it was shattered by the invisible energy emanating from his body.
, the big white hand disintegrated inch by inch.
Nie Zhanpeng exclaimed, looked at Jiang Xinyang, and said: "Jiang Xinyang, you do have some skills, but if you meet me, you will still have no choice but to die. Now I will show you the terror of the origin master."
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his mind and his body was already in front of Jiang Xinyang. He stretched out his big hand and shot out five wind knives from five fingers at the same time, stabbing Jiang Xinyang's body...
Every blow of the wind knife is condensed from his wind and thunder power, which can cut gold, jade, and split everything.
Seeing this, Jiang Xinyang snorted and said, "It's just a small skill that can only be used to embarrass someone." After saying that, he punched out one after another. The invisible energy condensed into reality for him, and he blasted towards that person.
Five wind knives.
The five-mouth wind knife collided with the physical energy and was shattered.
Nie Zhanpeng looked at this and asked in surprise: "How is this possible? How can your boxing skills break my wind knife?" After saying this, he suddenly realized that it was dangerous to get close to Jiang Xinyang, a person with such an extreme physical abnormality, and he quickly retreated.
"Want to leave?"
Jiang Xinyang smiled, followed him like a shadow, and punched out, like a horse flying in the air, with extreme speed, and hit Nie Zhanpeng's body alive.
Nie Zhanpeng was hit by a huge force, and his retreating body seemed to be hit by a huge boulder. He fell heavily to the ground with a bang. The tiles on the ground could not withstand the force of his body and shattered.
Feeling the severe pain in his body, Nie Zhanpeng thought he was dreaming. He was an origin master and a high-ranking figure, but he was knocked to the ground with one punch.
"It's impossible. I'm an origin master. There's no way I can be defeated like this."
He was worthy of being a master of origin. He got up from the ground in an instant, and said with a sound: "The Sword of Wind, the Sword of Thunder, the Divine Art of Wind and Thunder." Waves of thunderous sounds came from his body, and a powerful momentum came from him.
It spread out from the body and shook the wind and clouds in the sky.
"What's the wind and thunder? Suppress it for me."
Jiang Xinyang slapped Nie Zhanpeng with his big hand, and Nie Zhanpeng was slapped to the ground again. The thunderous sound in his body suddenly stopped, and the powerful momentum was crushed by the huge force.
Nie Zhanpeng looked at Jiang Xinyang in surprise and said: "You are not an origin master, how could you defeat me? I broke through the Origin Zhenzang and cultivated the Wind and Thunder Divine Art, how could I lose at your hands?"
He still couldn't believe it, so he jumped up from the ground, let out a long roar, gathered his true energy again, and said: "Wind and Thunder Divine Art, thunder breaks through the nine heavens."
"You don't believe it, right? Then I'll beat you until you believe it."
Jiang Xinyang pressed down with his big hand and suppressed Nie Zhanpeng to the ground again. All the wind and thunder magic skills were in vain in front of Jiang Xinyang's power.
Nie Zhanpeng looked at Jiang Xinyang in horror and asked, "You really defeated me."
"Now you can tell me who is the one behind you? It's a lot of words."
Nie Zhanpeng shook his head and sneered: "Jiang Xinyang, you want to know who is going to deal with you, but I won't tell you. If you want to know, just kneel down and beg me. Maybe I will tell you when I feel better.
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When Jiang Xinyang heard this, his expression changed and he said: "Nie Zhanpeng, it seems you are seeking death." He reached out with his right hand, grabbed Nie Zhanpeng's neck, and lifted him up like a chicken.
When Nie Zhanpeng saw this, he became really frightened and asked in surprise: "Jiang Xinyang, what do you want to do? Don't you want to kill me? I have broken through the origins of many words and have registered them in the Martial Palace."
The Great Xia Dynasty had extremely strict control over warriors. After warriors broke through to Origin Zhenzang, they had to register at the Martial Hall. There are two benefits after registration. One is that you can be protected by the court. Of course, the premise is that you have not violated the laws of the court.
Law.
The second is that like a scholar, he can receive money subsidies from the court. If a warrior is willing, he can even serve in the army.
Seeing that Jiang Xinyang didn't take action, Nie Zhanpeng laughed loudly and said: "Boy, I am now a master of origin and protected by the court. Even if I give you ten courages, you don't dare to touch me. Let me go and get out of the He family.
I am the master of the He family."
"Really?" Jiang Xinyang grabbed hard with his right hand, and with a whoosh, Nie Zhanpeng's trachea was crushed like a balloon.
Nie Zhanpeng's smile froze on his face, his eyes filled with pain. He looked at Jiang Xinyang in surprise and said, "How dare you kill me?"
"It's not like I haven't killed origin masters before." Jiang Xinyang smiled and didn't care at all.
Nie Zhanpeng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but no words came out. Now he finally understood why He Suzhen looked at him like an idiot just now.
At this moment, Jing Xuanfeng rode a white horse, led the book boy and the martial arts attendant, crossed the street, and came to He's house.
"Jiang Xinyang, you should be stepped on the ground by Nie Zhanpeng at this moment, and you will have nothing. I really want to see your angry but helpless face."
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