As his eyes narrowed, Meng Yang turned around and looked.

I saw a young man with a horse face, and he stared at him disdainfully.

The artificial expression and dark smile on her face made Meng Yang raise his eyebrows.

Especially the tone that seemed to ask but was very certain was even more uncomfortable.

"It's me..." Meng Yang answered expressionlessly.

Although I don’t know why this person knows his name and what he wants to do, it is definitely not a good thing.

Sure enough, when he heard Meng Yang admit it, the man immediately changed his face and even his eyes became more harsh.

With a cold face, he said in a stern voice: "You are new, the rules are not clear yet."

"I understand the rules of the Lin family."

Meng Yang did not want to get into evil, and responded to the other party in a plain tone.

But as soon as this statement was made, it angered the young man on horse face.

The already slender corners of the eyes were staring fiercely, and the uglyness of the evil was even more obvious.

"I'm talking about the rules of the training institute."

Looking at the man with a cold face with a pen in his hand, Meng Yang didn't say anything, but knew what it meant.

As a disciple of the Lin family, at the end of each month, you can receive a piece of broken spirit stone for cultivation.

As a low-level disciple of the training, the core disciples of the aristocratic family are too lazy to pay attention to you, but the senior disciples of the training are different.

He entered the Lin family as a training disciple. He had never seen Lingshi before, and was occupied by senior training disciples.

Just sign your name on the paper leading the spirit stone, and you can be quiet for a month.

If you don’t sign, you will be beaten up. But these people have a very good grasp of their strength and will not kill you.

But every time your body injury is almost healed, they will come to beat you again, making you unable to stop.

This tragic experience will not end until you agree to pay the protection fee.

Thinking of this, Meng Yang's eyes suddenly flashed, and a wonderful opportunity to practice the meat stance suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Don't worry, I will collect the spirit stones myself at the end of this month."

"Are you sure?"

Hearing this, the horse-faced man narrowed his eyes.

A cold face instantly applied a layer of chill.

The veins on the forehead burst out, and a fierce bloody aura surged out of the body.

The gray robe worn on her body bulged up directly under her fierce aura.

"Don't be shameless! I'll just say it."

Feel the pure oppression of the young man with a horse-faced face.

Meng Yang's eyes burst into sharp and sharp eyes, so he was too lazy to talk nonsense.

Thousands of proficiency were at the heart-striking palm, and at this moment, lightning attacked.

"You're looking for death..."

Seeing that Meng Yang despised him so much, the young man with horse face couldn't help but shouted in anger.

The blood and energy on his body were swelling, and he smashed his head with Xiaofeng's fist.

With the blessing of spiritual power, this punch has at least 500 kilograms of terrifying power.

Not to mention that there is a person in front of him, even a wall will instantly collapse under the force of the fist.

Not to mention Meng Yang, who has not yet transformed his qi and blood.

He has confidence, full confidence.

This punch can directly seriously injure Meng Yang.

But at this moment.

Sudden.

"Click..."

Meng Yang, who had attacked his heart and his hands were stolen, put his five fingers together and clenched his fists to fight.

The punch hit the young man on horse face couldn't help but widen his eyes and let out a scream.

The fist he swung was like hitting a rock, which made him break two fingers in a row.

"Do you have a hard fist, or my flesh-studded sturdy..."

Before the young man with horse face could react, a cold light rose again in Meng Yang's eyes.

He took two steps in the wind, clenched his fists and five fingers as soon as he let go, and his long legs were like a whip that was pulled out, kicking hard on the shoulder of a pig-headed young man.

But seeing the pens scattered, the young man with horse face screamed, and his weightless body flew out of the door and slammed heavily on the ground.

The terror and incredible eyes were filled with incredible eyes, and before she could react, Meng Yang's disdainful words came to her ears.

"Qi and blood turn into spirits, but I..."

"Don't bother me in the future, otherwise, I will break your entire arm next time and get out!"

With a roar, the young man with horse face blushed and looked at Meng Yang fiercely.

"Mengyang, you have a genitals, you wait..."

After saying that, don’t even run away from the pen on the ground.

"It seems that no matter where you are, there will be a world of martial arts where there are people."

Looking at the other person's back, Meng Yang smiled coldly. He didn't care about such a clown at all.

Meng Yang could not think of anyone else who could do such things in the disciples' academy except for senior trainers.

Especially the aura of a young man with horse face, he felt that he was not as energetic as a senior trainer disciple.

At least, even the other two in his room were not as good as that, maybe they were just a minion who conveyed the news.

"Is it ten days? It's enough. I, Meng Yang, really want to see if this spirit stone is as strange as mentioned in the novel."

"If it is true, then no one of you senior trainers can escape..."

Meng Yang's eyes flashed with a flash of light and he turned around and walked into the room.

Looking at the proficiency of the heart-striking palm and five-step Tan legs in his pupils.

Close the door and adjust your breathing, continue to practice the heart-striking palm and five-step Tan Leg.

After practicing yesterday morning, Meng Yang mastered a trick that saves time and effort.

The key to improving proficiency is to achieve the most effective attack result with the minimum range of movement.

Yesterday, due to excessive force and random hard work, my arms and legs are now hurting when I move.

Now that he has learned his lesson, he first practices the Heart-Striking Palm, and then practices the five-step Tan Le, so that his arms and legs can exchange rest.

Successfully used by Heart-Striking Palm, with a proficiency of 1.

Current proficiency level 1323/10000.

Five Steps Tan Le successfully used, and the proficiency level is 1.

Current proficiency level 1324/10000.

Successfully used by Heart-Striking Palm, with a proficiency of 1.

Current proficiency is 1325/10000.

Looking at the information that his pupils kept refreshing, Meng Yang began to practice boringly.

......

I don’t know how long it took, but when Meng Yang got dry mouth and his tongue, his back was wet with sweat, and a few footsteps were heard in his ears as he walked closer and closer.

He immediately stopped his hands and was about to check when the door was pushed open.

The guard opened the door and glanced at Meng Yang in the room and waved to the outside.

Then he saw that the man with a big face and a dark skin who had gone out in the morning were carried in on a stretcher.

His black hair, blue and swollen face was covered in shattered lips and could no longer see his previous look.

Broken beam's nose bone, blood-seeking mouth, and the dispersed eyes made Meng Yang's eyes wider and wider.

Compared to the man with a big face in the country, the man with dark skin was even more miserable. His arms were tilted outside the stretcher and bent outwards with 90 degrees of bends. Although he was already unconscious, the sweat beads on his head only made Meng Yang's teeth look a little painful.

"What a cruel method..."

He lifted the two of them onto the bed, and the guard ignored him and turned around and left.

Meng Yang couldn't bear it. He looked at the slap in the face of the country who was desperately enduring the pain and the unconscious young man with a dark skin. He was a little embarrassed.

While pondering, his face paused, as if he had made a decision. He walked to the empty bed placed at the door and slapped it out with a heart-snatching palm.

"Bang..."

The wooden bed was scattered all over the ground. Meng Yang picked up two legs and tore the sheets on the bed to pieces.

When the dark-skinned man walked to the bed and squatted to check his injuries, he couldn't help but take a breath of coldness again.

The black-skinned man's elbow bones were completely broken. Even if he recovered well, he would probably be a pair of useless hands.

This made Meng Yang frown even deeper, and he was filled with deep anxiety about his future situation.

After gritting his teeth, Meng Yang didn't care whether the other party could hear it. He said he held on to it and forced his bent arms straight.

The crackling sound and severe pain caused by the friction between the broken bones made Meng Yang's scalp numb, and even more, the black-skinned man with blood-deep face fainted after a scream on his face.
Chapter completed!