Bang bang!!

The two palms collided, and Song Ming slammed the ground under the temples, and suddenly burst out with force. Zhao Wuliang felt a thousand pounds of force gushing out. His arms clattered and trembled endlessly, tingling like a cracked bone.

The next moment, he was knocked to fly backwards, rolling on the ground for several meters, and it was difficult for him to get up for a moment.

In the practice field, the students looked at the scene in amazement, as if they had seen a ghost.

Even Song Mingjing himself has a sense of comicality and absurdity that "I have not done my best yet, you fell down."

The response brought by the early exposure of Hua Feihua's true identity suddenly made Song Mingjing gain more than ten plot points. Even if the points are evenly distributed, his four attribute values ​​have been broken by 2 points.

This has greatly improved Song Mingjing's combat power. You should know that even if Hua Fei Hua's power has not broken 2, the more this happens, Song Mingjing will find it more difficult to feel at ease because this power comes too easily.

Maybe there are people in this world who are stronger than Hua Feihua, maybe not, but Hua Feihua should be considered one of the very few people in this world, standing at the peak of human physical strength.

Song Mingjing reached the point where he could go alongside people like Hua Feihua in less than a month, and even more so.

Too fast! It was so fast that he was shocked by himself!

Taking a deep breath, Song Mingjing calmed down his mind. No matter what, this is a good thing. Too much worry and loss became pretentious.

He stepped towards Zhao Wuliang and reached out to help the latter up: "Brother Wuliang, are you injured?"

During this period, he accepted Zhao Wuliang's teachings, and the two of them had some friendship and did not have so many polite conspiracies in their conversations.

He still has a good impression of Zhao Wuliang. He will not talk about the other party’s careful professors these days. In the original plot, Fang Tianmiao was preparing to apply for the police school. You Xiaoqing found Zhao Wuliang and asked him to tamper with the police examination, which prevented Fang Tianmiao from passing the examination, but was flatly rejected by Zhao Wuliang.

It should be noted that Zhao Wuliang has a secret love for You Xiaoqing, and he can still not be favored or abuse the law when dealing with his rival. Song Mingjing asked himself that he could not be such a gentleman.

"It's not a big deal, just take a day or two." Zhao Wuliang pressed his hand against his waist, and there was a vague pain. He looked at Song Mingjing with a complicated expression, and sighed again: "Brother Song, your talent is really enviable. I have nothing to teach you."

Immediately a ray of haze appeared on his face, and he said in a serious tone: "Hua Feihua has not appeared for this period, which makes me really hard to rest. I guess if he is secretly planning some conspiracy against Fangjia Village. However, now with Brother Song, we have a little more certainty in dealing with Hua Feihua!"

"Isn't a flower a flower?"

Song Mingjing whispered, his face pondered, maybe... he knew what Hua Feihua was doing.

Of course, maybe his guess was wrong, but now he has the power to protect himself, but he plans to go as he wants.

The next morning, the morning light was just around the corner, and Song Mingjing wore a capable outfit, put a dagger on his left waist, and checked the bullets in the magazine.

He had no research on guns, and he didn't know which country it made pistol was. It could store six bullets at a time, of course, which was a little small, so Song Mingjing brought fifty more bullets for backup.

Finally, he put a cowboy hat on his head and sent someone to say hello to You Dasheng. Without waiting for a reply, he left Fangjia Village with full arms.

Song Mingjing thought of the Blue Gang treasure involved in the original work.

The Blue Gang is one of the three major gangs in Guangdong Province. The huge wealth accumulated over 180 years is even more amazing than the Zhufang Family Silver. Unfortunately, only the old gang leader knows the whereabouts of this treasure.

After the old leader of the Lan Gang passed away suddenly, there were only two gold medals recording treasure maps. However, several bigwigs inside the Lan Gang fought for power and profit and started an internal strife, and one of the gold medals was quietly taken away by a bigwig.

Hua Feihua got the news of the gold medal from somewhere, and also targeted the Blue Gang Treasure.

After all, although Fang Family Silver is rich, its business covers the thirteen provinces. How can he swallow it alone?

Even if he kidnapped Fang Shisanniang, he would at most extort a drop in the bucket, and Hua Feihua would be able to see it.

The Blue Gang treasure is different. All wealth is stored in one place. As long as he gets two gold medals, he can follow the treasure map to swallow the entire treasure.

Song Mingjing guessed that the reason why Hua Feihua didn't care about Fangjia Village during this period was that he was searching for the whereabouts of the boss who took away the gold medal.

He happened to know where this boss was.

Stepping on the rugged mountain road covered with jungle, Song Mingjing pulled out his dagger with a "sneer", alerting the possible poisonous snakes and beasts around him. After his spirit was worth 2 o'clock, his feeling was much sharper than that of ordinary people and he could smell some lurking dangers.

This is also the basis for him to dare to go on the road alone, and even face Hua Feihua.

After the Blue Gang boss took away the gold medal, he hid in a foreign temple built in the deep mountains and forests. Although Song Mingjing didn't know the exact location, he recalled that there was a huge cemetery around the foreign temple.

Yesterday he asked someone to inquire, and he had a rough direction, which was enough.

Every two or three miles of mountain road, Song Mingjing would climb up the big tree to look into the distance. After several times, there were about ten miles. When he climbed the treetops, he saw the cemetery in the valley ahead. The stone tablets were like forests, and the mountain wind whistled by, and the "whistling" sounded like crying. Ordinary people felt cold when they arrived here.

Two miles behind the stele forest, a foreign temple could be seen vaguely standing. Song Mingjing narrowed his eyes for a while, and then slipped down from the trunk of a tree more than ten feet tall, as cleverly as a big monkey.

Not long after, he arrived at his destination, a two-story western-style building surrounded by neatly maintained gardens.

Song Mingjing walked in along the stone road, thought for a moment, and knocked on the door.

The lights were on in the room, but it was dead silent, as if there was no one in the room. After a long time, no one was expected to open the door. Song Mingjing pushed it down slightly, and with a creak, the door opened immediately.

What caught my eye was an old man wearing a melon-skin hat and a gray cloth cotton jacket and a gloomy face. He stood in front of the door, and stood like a wooden stake, where he was staring coldly at Song Mingjing, the uninvited guest: "Who are you? What are you here to do?"

"I am a traveler, I am tired of walking in this mountain. I accidentally saw this foreign building and wanted to come in to ask for a cup of water and take a rest." Song Mingjing smiled.

The gloomy old man's eyes fell to the position where the bulging bag was on Song Mingjing's waist, his pupils shrank slightly, and he said coldly: "If you don't entertain guests here, you can go somewhere else!"

"Okay, that's disturbing."
Chapter completed!