Since the Han Dynasty, most of the names of some characters have been identified based on the principle of supplementing what is missing. If you have a destiny of water, you will not be missing if you use the word Miao. If you have a destiny of wood, you will be perfect if you use the word Miao.

As for the word "crystal", let's not mention it, that's an example.

So the name Jian Wuzheng was originally intended to give him a pure and free life, but the more this was the case, the more it proved that he had no shortage of fighting in his life, especially his surname was the sharp word Jian.

He has been bullied since childhood, but he is not very capable and smart. Such a way to lure the enemy deeper into the game, he learned how to steal dogs with his brother next door.

Before he finished speaking, Jian Wuming popped out the remaining dead branches in his hand with one finger. The dead branches ran straight to the beggar's face with the sound of breaking through the air. The beggar suddenly stepped onto the bridge and barely avoided the attack. Without waiting for the beggar to breathe a sigh of relief, Jian Wuming was already approaching, his palms were like two door panels, and they were printed on the beggar's chest the moment the beggar got up. A sound of muffled thunder, the beggar flew backwards and broke a ginkgo as thick as a bowl, and the gray-white bark exploded inch by inch.

The beggar held the half-cut tree with one hand and covered his chest with the other. He struggled several times before he got up. He took a few breaths and twisted his neck and returned to his condition. He was not as if he had just been hit by two palms a while ago.

Jian Wuzheng's face was as bright as an ancient well, but his heart was filled with turmoil. How much force did he use on his palms? How much internal force with the sharp sword energy blasted into the beggar's body at that moment, his heart was as bright as a mirror.

He actually breathed a few breaths and felt like he was fine. How could such a martial art in the world be there?

The beggar who had recovered from the past simply tore off his torn clothes, revealing the tendon flesh on his upper body, patted his chest slightly with a bright color, and looked at Jian Wuzheng provocatively: "It seems that you have eaten a lot of less food over the years."

Jian Wuzheng had a gloomy face and broke off half of the pine branches from the harder wooden pine wood beside him.

He walked forward three steps: "I have taken four moves of your sword technique. Please give me some advice on the rest."

The beggar also restrained his frivolous expression and picked up the wooden knife that he had just thrown to the ground.

The two of them had a serious expression and their eyes were also sharp.

Perhaps because he hadn't fought with all his strength for a long time, Jian Wuming's moves that were originally unleashed were gradually stimulated by the slowly boiling blood in the battle just now.

The Dantian, like a pool of stagnant water, finally slowly regained its vitality. As the internal force flowed in the tendons and veins, Jian Wuzheng's momentum finally rose to the point that should match his senior brother's evaluation.

The beggar took this opportunity to work hard to regulate his breathing, but in just a momentum, he still faintly suppressed Jian Wuzheng's line in his momentum.

With a sound of snow falling to the ground, the two of them collided suddenly. The huge rushing hole and watching the game were both breathing suffocated. Xue Meng, who was already injured, even more blood came out in his throat.

The two were shocked, and Xue Yong hurriedly helped his younger brother to hide deeper into the cave.

The two people who collided with each other looked bloody and gradually turned blue and purple. Jian Wuming, whose eyes had long been bloody, even shed two lines of blood and tears from the corners of his eyes.

But in the blink of an eye, the beggar took down his hand first and slapped it out with a sudden palm.

Jian Wuzheng insisted on retreating, and his knee suddenly hit the beggar's palm. There was a sudden roar in the valley, and the monkey on the tree covered his ears and howled and fell to the ground.

When they met, neither of them was left alone.

Each person squirted blood on the other person's face, and both sides turned into big blushing.
Chapter completed!