Tian Ji stood with his hands behind his back, condescending to the point of view of Yang Zheng's serious injury, and smiled like a vicious dog.

In fact, his family was in Linzi, and the reason why he came to Jimo was to visit a senior who was very important to him. However, the result of the negotiations disappointed him and he was full of anger and had nowhere to vent his anger.

He took three elliptical soldiers out to hunt, but unexpectedly everything went wrong, and even the prey seemed to be angry with him. He was caught in an arrow and fled. He came to this nearby mountain village and wanted to draw soldiers to find prey, but happened to meet Yang Zheng.

So he vented all his anger on Yang Zheng.

In his eyes, human life is like a mustard of grass, and Yang Zheng is no different from the wounded prey. As long as he can exert this anger, he doesn't care what the truth is. Just kill him.

This Juque Sword really surprised him, and it would be worth it to be able to take it into his pocket.

He put away the wooden tripod, glanced at Yang Zheng for the last time, turned around and walked backwards.

He thought that Yang Zheng's dantian had collapsed and had become a useless person.

He could not notice that at this moment, Yang Zheng's body was in an uproar, and a sensational upheaval was taking place, which was getting worse and worse.

The fist is fierce and domineering, like an iron spear forcibly stabbing into it, trying to destroy the entire dantian. But strangely, after a brief and violent shock, the dantian not only did not collapse, but the temperature increased sharply, and instantly turned into a furnace.

A red air flow was like magma, viscous and fierce, flowing out from nowhere, pouring into the dantian, playing the role of a guardian, and quickly surrounding the invaders.

The energy of the qi was like a little spark, rushing into the gas tank.

So, the entire dantian was detonated.

The red air flow instantly burst out from the dantian like a volcano erupting, attacking the meridians of the whole body in a violent manner, like magma, rushing freely in the river channel, rolling and flowing throughout the earth.

Magnificent and endless talk.

Yang Zheng had long realized that he had some mysterious constitution, but before that, he had never seen this red airflow. It was his original power, that is, the source of the power of that constitution.

With it, there is a mysterious physique.

It was not the first time it appeared. When Yang Zheng fell to the bottom of the sea, it turned into an elliptical bubble, lifting its entire body out of the sea, magically saving Yang Zheng's life.

The difference is that it was gentle and quiet last time, flowing quietly in the meridians and pores. At this moment, it was angered by foreign enemies, rushed out of the embankment, and rushed to its whole body wildly, no longer restraining its nature, and possessing the momentum of thousands of troops.

It was completely awakened!

Yang Zheng gained unprecedented wild power.

This time, he no longer fell into a coma and was no longer patient.

He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, suddenly raised his head and looked at Tian Ji's back, with bright red and bright flames leaping in his eyes.

It's not anger, but nature.

When the color of the flame is extremely bright, the bright red will turn into golden yellow, dazzling and dazzling. It is like the eyes of a dragon, and its majesty cannot be desecrated.

Yang Zheng took a deep breath, and in between, all the golden airflow gathered into his mouth.

He opened his mouth and spit out a syllable.

"Zha!"

The powerful storm.

The original meaning of this word is that a shout of anger can cause the wind and clouds to surging and the world to change color.

Just as he spoke, the world suddenly became dark.

Clouds from all directions gathered above the land, hovering into a huge vortex, with a magnificent momentum, and thunder rolled in it, shocking people.

Below the center of the vortex, Yang Zheng glared at him.

A golden airflow burst out from his mouth, like thousands of beasts rushing, destroying and magnificent, crushing forward strongly, impacting everything that was blocking it.

This is the pressure of despising everything.

Bang, bang...

More than a hundred soldiers fell down one after another.

Even the four black blood BMWs mixed with monster blood could not bear this domineering will and fell into the ground unconscious.

As for Tian Ji, who had the highest level in the field, although he could barely maintain his mind, he was directly shocked to the end of the streets and alleys, vomiting blood, and countless bones were broken.

His face was pale, and his pupils showed extreme fear. He didn't even dare to look back and take a look. After struggling to get up from the ground, he ran forward desperately and disappeared into the sky.

He knew that even if he stayed for a little longer, he might be shot dead on the spot.

Although he has a higher level, he has a great advantage.

But he knew better what the roar was just now.

It was a dragon roar.

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Three miles away.

On the vast wasteland, a young man in white was flying towards Jimo City with a long sword.

This person's eyebrows and eyes are clean, his facial features are even and very beautiful, especially the mole on the middle of his eyebrows, which exudes natural spirituality, making people feel indescribable when they look at it for a moment.

He roared slowly, his voice clear, drifting on the wasteland with the wind, exuding an inexplicable desolate meaning.

"The wind grows from the ground and starts from the end of the green apple. It invades the valley and is angry at the mouth of the earth capsule. It is in the mountains, dancing under the pines and cypresses, floating and surging, and angrily... "

This is the "Fu of Feng" written by Song Yu in the Spring and Autumn Period.

The young man in white was ups and downs. When he was reciting here, he was excited and was about to raise his voice when he suddenly frowned and stopped abruptly.

He fixed his body, turned to look east, and his expression became extremely exciting.

"This is... Dragon Roaring Kung?!"

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Ten miles away.

In front of a straw shed, a skinny old man was sitting on a bench with a brush in his hand, meticulously combing the fur for the cow.

The old man had thin white hair and was wearing rough cloth clothes. He seemed to be an ordinary farmer. But strangely, the famous graceful girl stood on one side, dressed up brightly and brilliantly. She was obviously a daughter-in-law, but she was holding a copper basin in her hand and was responsible for dipping the old man in water.

What's even more strange is that the cow lies on the ground is full of red, as if it was burned, very dazzling. Especially the long vortex hair, which looks more like a burning flame.

The old man had a kind face. While washing patiently, he reached out to stroke his round cattle tripe and muttered something in his mouth.

"I want a male cub, I want a male cub..."

The girl heard it sincerely, held back her smile, but couldn't do anything about it.

At one moment, the old man's raised hand was frozen, and he suddenly stood up and looked at the vortex of clouds in the southern sky, dazed and lost his mind.

The pregnant cow was also reacting. It raised its head, maintained the same posture as the old man, looked in the same direction, and mooed gently, as if it was responding to something.

One man and one cow, standing there stupidly.

Seeing this strange scene, the girl was surprised and couldn't help asking: "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

The old man held his hands behind his back, but he still didn't turn his head, and his slightly narrowed eyes were confused.

"When will it be hidden under my nose?"

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Thirty miles away.

In the deep mountains, a tall old man sat firmly on the rock, holding a fishing rod in his hand, facing the pond in front of him, and had been sitting withered for most of the day. He squinted his eyes, motionless, as if he was drowsy.

He has a childish face and a strange Taoist robe. He is half yin and half yang, and has a fairy-like appearance, which makes people unpredictable. When the woodcutters passing by see this scene, they all sighed in their hearts, saying, "It's worthy of being an immortal master, and their concentration is really good."

Actually, he really fell asleep.

At one moment, a breeze suddenly appeared in the quiet valley, which was extremely subtle, and even the water surface did not cause any ripples. It can be said that it almost did not exist.

But the old man still felt it and opened his eyes instantly.

He was a little unhappy. He probably was woken up before he could sleep enough. He looked up angrily and glared at the sky.

"Even if it's the Dragon Soul Body, there's no need to yell so loudly, right?"

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Hundred miles away.

On a certain threshing ground, a group of children were playing hide-and-seek.

The child who was responsible for catching people was blindfolded by red cloth. He didn't know whether he was imitating the old man in the academy or because of his nature, but actually walked in the open space with his hands on his back.

He was calm and composed, and his clear face showed a stubborn aura. He obviously did not plan to find a playmate immediately, and wanted to stroll like this for a while.

He dragged his throat and shouted slowly, "Have you hidden it?"

A "hidden" response rang around.

The child turned a blind eye and was still wandering around, but he was sighing in his heart, "Life for a lifetime is like this hide-and-seek. Use the divine thoughts to perceive, this game will be boring, don't perceive, and you will hit walls everywhere..."

Everyone will be curious about their life ending and hope to foresee the future. Once you really know, no matter whether the ending is good or bad, you may not really find it interesting.

After all, living itself focuses on participation.

This child knows the philosophy that many heroes cannot understand throughout their lives. Of course, not everyone is qualified to send this feeling.

When the little guy grinned and felt scared, he decided to turn on his mind, find all his little playmates, and ended the boring game early.

It doesn't matter if this opening is open, it's a whole hundred miles away.

A hundred miles away, Yang Zheng roared angrily.

Here, the child pulled off the red cloth strip, and his eyes burst out with exquisite light, as if he could penetrate the void and see the scene a hundred miles away.
Chapter completed!