"In seven years, from an outer disciple to a core disciple, what's the matter, don't you think it's a very proud thing?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"There are as many as nine hundred disciples in the outer sect of the Yuanming Sect, but there are only thirty core disciples, isn't it a proud thing that I, Wang Lang, can be promoted to core disciples in seven years?" Wang Lang asked rhetorically.

He was very proud, and he did not fight directly and domineering, but wanted to persuade Jiang Chen and let Jiang Chen recognize him.

"There are thirty core disciples, I'm afraid you can't rank in the top ten, is it so easy to be satisfied?" Jiang Chen still smiled and asked casually.

"You ......"

His eyebrows were furrowed, and Wang Lang stared at Jiang Chen.

Even if Jiang Chen guessed, Jiang Chen was not wrong in what he said.

In the Yuanming Sect, among the thirty core disciples, Wang Lang is indeed not ranked in the top ten, his best ranking is eighteenth, and if he is not in good shape, the ranking is outside the twenty.

Originally, Wang Lang was quite satisfied with such a ranking, but when Jiang Chen said this, it was quietly, a little more, and it was unspeakably embarrassing.

"I, Wang Lang, have been promoted to core disciples, in less than two years, give me another two years, and be among the top ten, I will no longer be a problem. Wang Lang said in a deep voice.

"Two years, seek tenth, Wang Lang, will you be too unproductive? I thought that you could seek the first place in two years. Jiang Chen said with a joke.

"Shut up. Wang Lang couldn't stand it.

Jiang Chen's mouth is too powerful, and between three words, it is worthless to belittle him, which is intolerable for him who is proud by nature.

"I just told a few words of truth, and you can't stand it? Isn't it a sign of inferiority complex that I have such a strong sense of self-esteem? Jiang Chen shook his head.

"I told you to shut up, didn't you hear?" A finger pointed at Jiang Chen, Wang Lang's killing intent surged, and he hated to kill Jiang Chen.

"These days, don't you even let people tell the truth?" Jiang Chen looked very helpless, and said again, "What is your best attack method, show me a move." ”

"What do you mean?" Wang Lang was stunned, not understanding the meaning of Jiang Chen's words.

"Naturally, let me see how good you are. Jiang Chen said casually.

"Are you going to instruct me?" Wang Lang sneered and looked at Jiang Chen like a joke.

Mentor him?

What kind of thing is Jiang Chen, dare to be like this, and he is not ashamed to say it?

As everyone knows, in the Yuan Ming Sect, even his senior brother is not qualified to guide him.

After all, he has only a short time to get started, and he is not inferior to anyone in terms of talent or comprehension.

"It's a good brain, so let's hurry up and take a look. Jiang Chen urged.

"Okay, then I'll make a move and show you, if so, you can't see anything, I'll blow your head out. Wang Lang said viciously.

Jiang Chen trampled on his bottom line again and again, which made Wang Lang's patience exhausted, if he didn't want to see what tricks Jiang Chen was going to play, he was going to make a move at this time, blow Jiang Chen's head, and let Jiang Chen understand why the flowers were so red.

"Boom!"

Wang Lang punched and suddenly punched.

The fist wind is fierce, in the air, a long wave of air is played, outside the restaurant, a big tree that can only be surrounded by two people, suddenly, violently shaken, from a distance, a deep fist print, imprinted on the trunk, bang, the leaves are sprinkled on the ground.

"This is, Seven Killing Fist?"

"To be rigid to fierce, to be strong to yang. ”

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Several followers were trembling with fear by Wang Lang's punch.

"Comment. Wang Lang looked at Jiang Chen, and said with a sneer on his face, he was very satisfied with his punch, he did not use the strongest strength, otherwise that tree would not just be as simple as leaving a fist mark, he could punch through the trunk with one punch.

This is exactly the Seven Killing Fist he cultivated.

"Haha, boy, we'd like to hear what you have to say. One follower said.

"Boy, you should speak quickly, can't you say a word?" said the other person, gloating, waiting to see Jiang Chen make a fool of himself.

"There are nine hundred outer disciples of the Yuanming Sect, this number is increasing every year, but there is a precedent for nearly ten years, and there has never been a precedent for the promotion of outer disciples to core disciples, and I am the only one in these ten years. Wang Lang said slowly, his tone of voice was quite calm, but his pride was overflowing.

"Yes, I am now, very much looking forward to your review. Wang Lang said again.

"Do you really want me to say it?" Jiang Chen asked.

"I'm waiting. Wang Lang said.

Jiang Chen's question made Wang Lang feel that Jiang Chen was poor in donkey skills, and he had nothing to say, of course, he would not let Jiang Chen go, and he wanted Jiang Chen to make a fool of himself.

"That's what you want me to say, don't blame me for being ruthless for a while. Jiang Chen waved his hand, and then said, "You're about to die, you know?"

"Nonsense, even if you die, the prince will not die. A follower, immediately jumped out.

"Boy, you're dying. The other shouted.

"Why?" Wang Lang stared at Jiang Chen, he thought that Jiang Chen would make things up, but he didn't expect Jiang Chen to say such a thing.

"Is it deliberately not shocking to death?"

Wang Lang sneered in his heart, waiting for Jiang Chen to explain to him.

Of course, in his mind, Jiang Chen naturally couldn't explain it, then, after a while, Jiang Chen was really going to die, because he couldn't bear to kill someone.

"If I'm not mistaken, the Seven Killing Fists you have cultivated, in the Yuanming Sect, there are not many people who cultivate. Jiang Chen said unhurriedly.

"Not much, really. Wang Lang nodded, I have to say, Jiang Chen still has some ability, this is the second time, he guessed right.

"So, do you know why there aren't many cultivators?" Jiang Chen asked.

"The requirements for the physique of the Seven Killing Fist are extremely strict, which is the reason why almost no one in the Yuanming Sect cultivates. Wang Lang said casually.

"Hey, hey. Jiang Chen smiled and said, "Wang Lang, you must think that your seven killing fists and perfect cultivation are due to your extraordinary talent." ”

"Isn't it?" Wang Lang asked rhetorically.

In the huge Yuanming Sect, even if it is his master, when he cultivates the Seven Killing Fist, he gives up halfway, only he, cultivating to the fullest, this is one thing that Wang Lang has always been most proud of.

"You think so, anyway, you're about to die, the dead are the greatest, so naturally everything is right. Jiang Chen was so excited that he was too lazy to say more.

"Speaking of which, are you going to say only this sentence?" Wang Lang's eyes erupted with anger.

He has a bad temper.

However, no matter how good your temper is, if you are told that you are about to die, you can't help it and want to explode.

"Don't believe my words?" Jiang Chen looked at Wang Lang with pity and said, "You are too self-righteous, it is estimated that no matter how much I say, you will not believe it, simply, if you punch again, you will know whether what I said is true or false."

"One more punch?"

Wang Lang was arrogant, what did Jiang Chen mean by this, playing him like a monkey?

"It's the only way to prove if you're dying. Jiang Chen said, "If you can't prove it, or if it turns out that I'm wrong in the end, I'll sit here and let you punch." ”

"That's what you said. Wang Lang gritted his teeth.

Sitting still and letting him punch, Wang Lang heard these words in his ears, and Jiang Chen was tantamount to sending him to death.

It's okay, then one more punch, anyway, just one punch, and then, he only needs one shot to kill Jiang Chen.

Even if he was tricked by Jiang Chen, this revenge could be avenged immediately.

Thinking about it, Wang Lang exhaled and opened his voice, the breath around his body was mobilized, and the seven killing punches were shot, and the second punch was blasted out.

"Whoa!"

Wang Lang's punch was still hit at the big tree outside the restaurant, and the big tree was hit by Wang Lang, and the dead branches and leaves were scattered all over the ground.

The fist mark of this punch is obviously much deeper than the first punch, and it is obvious that in Wang Lang's heart, there is a ball of anger, which is burning.

"How do you feel? When Wang Lang put away his fist, Jiang Chen immediately asked impatiently.

"Boy, are you ready?" Wang Lang did not answer Jiang Chen's question, he walked towards Jiang Chen, ready to strike at any time and kill Jiang Chen.

However, as soon as his feet moved, Wang Lang unexpectedly found that his internal organs were all colic, and the sudden severe pain swept through the whole body in an instant, as if the internal organs were about to be torn.

His heart, in particular, was drumming, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, and when it beat, it was like thunder, and it was extremely stinging.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Wang Lang spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"I ......" Wang Lang was speechless, shocked, what is the situation, too sudden, unable to understand, is it possible, Jiang Chen is right again, he is really about to die, otherwise, how could it become like this?

Suddenly, Wang Lang was shocked, and the eyes that looked at Jiang Chen like that quietly became a little more indescribably shocked.

Why, even he didn't know that there was something wrong with his body, but Jiang Chen could see it at a glance.

No, it wasn't that he could see it at a glance, but that Jiang Chen didn't say anything like that until he punched him, but even so, it was enough to make him palpitate.

"It's a pity, I'm going to die at a young age. Jiang Chen said regretfully, looking at Wang Lang expressionlessly.

"Boy, tell me, why is this happening?" Wang Lang was frightened and asked in a trembling voice.

"People always have to die, don't be nervous, you're going to die soon anyway. Jiang Chen said.

Wang Lang's head was full of black lines, was this a relief to him? Why did it sound so gloating?

Jiang Chen was too hateful, Wang Lang hated to make a move to kill him, but he didn't dare to make a move, for fear of aggravating his injuries, he turned around and accelerated out of the restaurant.

"You guys are dying, too. After Wang Lang left, Jiang Chen looked at the followers and made a serious comment.

Several people's scalps were numb, and they ran out in a panic, they felt that Jiang Chen's mouth was really an attitude, saying that Wang Lang was about to die, Wang Lang was really about to die, this was too terrifying, it was difficult to understand, no one dared to provoke Jiang Chen again, lest they be accidentally cursed to death by Jiang Chen......