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Chapter 196 The Quietness of Calligraphy and Cangtan in the North(1/2)

Chapter 196 The Ghost of Hanmo and Cangtan in the North

Feng Zhenghao looked at Wang Bing, and for a moment he was a little confused as to what this kid was thinking...

This is not in line with the Wang family's style.

Looking at the tea cup stretched out in front of him, Feng Zhenghao fell into hesitation for a moment.



call!

Feng Zhenghao let out a long breath, picked up the tea cup in front of him, touched it lightly with Wang Bing, and then drank it all in one gulp, "In this case, Mr. Feng takes leave!"

Whoosh!

Feng Zhenghao stood up and walked out the door.

"Are you unwilling..."

Wang Bing opened his eyes slightly, looked at Feng Zhenghao's back and murmured, "If you want to eat gall while lying on the fire, you have to have King Wu take a nap. Otherwise, you will taste all the gall in the world, and in the end you will never be able to enjoy all the hardships."

After that, the king got up and walked towards the house. The old man should be waiting for him in the house now.

"Master, Feng Zhenghao is gone!"

After knocking on the door and receiving a response, Wang Bing gently opened the door and walked in.

"How is it? How do you feel after meeting the real person?" Wang Ai asked with a smile.

"Well, there is some trouble... Master, I think my perception is strong enough, but when facing Feng Zhenghao, except for his most sensitive emotions, I did not notice any changes in his emotions."

Wang Bing sat aside and murmured: "It's well hidden. Originally, I thought of stopping here. It seems that this person doesn't intend to give up. He will probably continue to get closer to you in the future..."

"Minato? Come over here, please!"

Wang Ai chuckled, "I'm afraid he won't come over..."

"Oh, okay, okay... As long as you are sure, what do you think of the next battle?" Wang Bing asked.

"Zhang Lingyu..."

Wang Ai thought for a moment and said, "Didn't you make a deal with the company before? In this case, just follow the agreement and eliminate this high-ranking person from the Tianshi Mansion."

"Doing this... won't it make the Heavenly Master jealous? He cheated me out of more than two million last night..."

"Hmph, old guy Zhang Zhiwei..."

When Wang Ai found out that Zhang Zhiwei had extorted so much money from Wang Bing, he was very angry. This old guy was clearly coming for him, "I'll repair this spiritual jade tomorrow. Since I've paid for it, I can't take advantage of this kid."

…”



the next day.

In Court No. 2, Wang Bing and Zhang Lingyu met in front of the arena.

Wang Bing raised his hands to Zhang Lingyu and said, "Master Lingyu..."

"Donor Wang..."

Although a little embarrassed, Zhang Lingyu still returned the gift. There was no way that it was the money he received yesterday afternoon. When he saw the huge sum of more than two million yuan in front of him, Zhang Lingyu also had a question mark.

But after knowing that this was what Master asked Wang Bing to hand over, Zhang Lingyu still had to accept it.

"Donor Wang, please don't hold anything back in today's game!"

After these few days of competition, everyone has a rough idea of ​​how strong Wang Bing is.

powerful!

Very strong!

Not to mention Wang Bing's own martial arts skills and his mastery of Qi, he was already able to look down on many young talents of his generation simply by his skill in painting and his skill in dispatching generals.

Sometimes it's not scary to know the gap between two people. What's scary is that you don't know how many trump cards the person you're facing has, and how much real strength he has.

Looking at all the matches played by Wang Bing, in the first round of the top 32 selection match, his painting skills shocked the boxing ring; in the second round of the top 16 selection match, it was like a cat playing with a mouse, which entertained Bai Shixue for a long time.

In the selection of the top eight and the selection of the semi-finals, Wang Bing was even more decisive in his moves, and every move was fast and accurate.

"Semifinals, second half..."

"Zhang Lingyu versus Wang Bing!"

"Contestants please enter..."



After the two sides stood up, Taoist Master Rongshan on the stage also looked sideways at Zhang Zhiwei and others.

This time, all the guys came to watch the battle. As for why...

What’s interesting about Zhang Chulan’s matchup with Feng Baobao?

Audience No. 1 was basically there to beat up Alian. At this point, there was no suspense anymore.

The only ones worth watching are Wang Bing and Zhang Lingyu.

"The players are in position, the game... begins!"

tread!

Rongshan gave an order, and Wang Bing took a step forward. The Tianyuan Pen in his hand suddenly stretched out and turned into a spear. A jet of black and ink-like flames was released from Wang Bing's body, like an ancient giant beast, powerful.

The aura rushed towards Zhang Lingyu like a wave.

Gudong!

This power made Zhang Lingyu swallow dryly.

Wang Bing waved the Tianyuan Pen in his hand, and the black flames began to sweep toward the pen holder. A ball of black liquid wrapped the entire gun-shaped Tianyuan Pen in it. As his front legs bowed slightly, the arms on his arms

The veins stretched, his eyes widened, and he swung the gun towards Zhang Lingyu. The black liquid on the gun turned into an ink slash and went straight towards Zhang Lingyu.

So strong!

No place to hide!

This ink slash almost covered the entire arena, leaving Zhang Lingyu with no place to dodge, and at such a close distance...

Zhang Lingyu's pupils trembled, and all the energy in his body was raised by him. Black thunder and lightning also appeared on his arms, and towards this slash, he directly hit the black thunder in his palm.

Yin Wu Lei·Palm Thunder!

boom!

In the venue, a huge wave of air was generated for nothing, and its powerful impact made the entire stadium tremble.

Even the sky darkened at this moment, as if it had received a summons. It was clear just now, but now it is covered with dark clouds.

"Brother..."

Tian Jinzhong looked up at the sky, then looked at the two figures under the shock wave, turned to Zhang Zhiwei and asked, "Is this really appropriate?"

"Lao Tian, ​​what do you think of this child Lingyu?"

Zhang Zhiwei did not directly respond to Tian Jinzhong's question and asked: "In other words, what do you think this child is distressed about now."

"Yang Wu Lei..."

Tian Jinzhong said in a deep voice: "Brother, do you want to say that the child Lingyu is still entangled in this..."

"Yes, he has never been able to overcome this hurdle. When this child uses thunder in front of others, he always uses the palm thunder technique. Even if he faces a strong opponent like the Wang family, he still has to risk being defeated with one blow.

Use the thunder in your palm to resist..."

Zhang Zhiwei's squinted eyes slowly opened, "It's a pity that this palm thunder is a move of Yang's Five Thunders. No matter how much you yearn for the bright and upright Yang, Yin is Yin, and in the end it can only be distorted."

"So, senior brother, do you want to use this child of the Wang family to stimulate the child Lingyu to face himself?" Tian Jinzhong asked.

"I hope..."

Bang!!

Zhang Lingyu's body suddenly flew backwards from the smoke and dust, and slid back dozens of meters with his feet embedded in the ground without stopping, until his whole body hit the wooden barrier on the outside of the arena.

"Thick and turbid, but strange and changeable, unrestrained, free and easy, about to rise like mercury and penetrate all the ground. This is the true face of Yin Wu Lei..."

Zhang Zhiwei said a name calmly: "This is the true face of Yin Wulei, Shuizang Lei..."

Coo coo coo coo!

A mass of something like black mud slowly flowed out of Zhang Lingyu's sleeves and spread toward the arena.

Gulu...

After Zhang Lingyu broke free from the wall, he waved his sleeves and a large ball of black mud was thrown high into the sky. The thunder instantly turned into raindrops and fell on the arena.

There was more and more black mud under his feet, dyeing half of the arena where he was in black.

"I'll go! This...is this still thunder?"

"It's sticky and depressing... It looks so dangerous, but it gives people the urge to find out..."
To be continued...
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