Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 9 (New book for collection and recommendation ticket!)

"It hasn't hit yet."

Cao Mengyun's calm words completely angered Yang Ming!

Yang Ming also knew the pregnant woman who was nine months pregnant.

Yang Ming still remembers that every time he passed by the door of a pregnant woman's house, the pregnant woman would warmly bring out desserts to entertain. Sometimes, she would hold Yang Ming's hand and say that she wanted Yang Ming to be the one who was not born in her belly. child brother.

The villagers of the Holy Soul are simple and honest, and no one has any bad intentions. Yang Ming can naturally see that when the pregnant woman said that, it was full of sincerity, not a joke.

Yang Ming's face was gloomy, as if ink was spilled on the white paper, he stepped out one step at a time, and said sternly:

"Apologies! I want you to apologize to her, did you hear me!"

Cao Mengyun sat on the horse, frowning in displeasure. If his dignified inspector deacon of Wuhun Hall was easily intimidated by a child, he would apologize to a rural woman. How would he go about in the future?

What's more, in Cao Mengyun's heart, he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong at all.

After all, isn't that rural pregnant woman not killed by him!

She almost fell herself, who's to blame?

Blame me?

Cao Mengyun raised his horse whip and slammed it towards Yang Ming, saying coldly:

"Where is the ignorant child, since your parents haven't taught you how to treat your elders politely, then I will teach you how to be a human being instead of your parents!"

The whip pierced through the sky, causing a burst of air. It can be seen that even if Cao Mengyun did not use his martial arts, he had already used [-]% of his strength. A disfigured end is ruined for the rest of his life.

A flash of red light flashed in Yang Ming's pupil, and the three hooked jade appeared. He had an insight into the movement of the horse whip. He stepped on the ghost and shadows, and his figure swayed left and right. dust.

"what?"

Cao Mengyun let out a soft whistle. He really didn't expect that this young boy could actually dodge his random blow.

Yang Ming is naturally not the kind of person who just swallows his anger when he is wronged.

Seeing that Cao Mengyun took the lead, Yang Ming immediately attacked in anger, holding a spear in his hand, stepping on ghosts and shadows, bullying him forward, and the tip of the spear shot out three spear flowers one after another.

The Dragon Breaking the Clouds!

One shot, two shots, three shots!

The spear dashed forward like a thorny rose, both magnificent and dangerous.

Cao Mengyun's eyes were full of strange colors. He never thought that Yang Ming's dodging his own attack would not count, but he would actually bring him such a big surprise. Such a proficient marksmanship, if he hadn't been immersed in it for more than ten or twenty years, would be very difficult. It is difficult to learn the essence of marksmanship, and I don't know how Yang Ming put it into practice at such a young age. Could it be that he started practicing from the womb?

It's too late, it's too soon.

Seeing that the tip of the gun was about to touch the tip of his nose, Cao Mengyun raised his right hand and swung the whip in his hand, wrapping around the gun body like a python.

Without using Martial Spirit, Cao Mengyun broke Yang Ming's attack with just this one move!

But at the next moment, a flash of lightning flashed across the spear and passed it all the way to Cao Mengyun along the spear tip.

"Ok?"

Cao Mengyun felt that his right hand was hit by the electric current, and he immediately went numb and lost consciousness for a short time.

good chance!

A gleam of light burst into Yang Ming's eyes, he released the tightly gripped gun in his right hand, stepped forward, jumped, twisted his waist, and kicked Cao Mengyun's face with a whip.

If Cao Mengyun was kicked by a rural child, it would be a slap in the face of Chiguo, and Cao Mengyun would not be able to raise his head in front of his peers in the future.

"Humph!"

Seeing that his right hand was still numb, Cao Mengyun snorted coldly, and a circle of spirit rings flashed across his body.

Even if Sangou Yuxian could clearly see what was going on, because Cao Mengyun's counterattack was too fast, it had already exceeded the limit of Yang Ming's body reaction, so that Yang Ming only felt the darkness in front of him, and then he felt a strange force coming. As if struck by lightning, he groaned, his body flew upside down like a cannonball, and blood was spilled from his mouth in mid-air.

boom!

Yang Ming's back slammed heavily on the ground, causing a burst of flying dust.

Seeing Yang Ming fall to the ground, Cao Mengyun originally wanted to continue whipping him down to vent his frustration that he was blocked.

However, seeing that Cao Mengyun was spared, even the honest villagers were angry!

You can treat us like weeds, but Yang Ming is still a child!

The villagers rushed to the streets spontaneously, carrying agricultural tools such as hoes, heads, and rakes in their hands, and rushed towards Cao Mengyun with gnashing teeth.

If it was just a group of ordinary farmers, Cao Mengyun would naturally not take it to heart.

But at this moment, Cao Mengyun saw a man, a blacksmith who seemed to be a blacksmith shop. When Tang Hao's icy eyes came over, Cao Mengyun actually had a faint feeling of timidity.

Since Tang Hao came to settle in Holy Soul Village, he has been receiving a lot of attention from the village elder Jack. Although he usually has a bad attitude towards the village head, Yang Ming is the grandson of the village head.

Those who can become great soul masters are naturally not fools.

Cao Mengyun understood that the Holy Soul Village was a village where big figures once came out, and the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon might be here.

There was a neigh from the black horse, and then the sound of the horse's hooves drifted away.

Yang Ming struggled to get up from the ground, looked at Cao Mengyun's retreating back, clenched his teeth tightly, and said bitterly:

"If I am a great soul master in the future, I will make you look good!"

The pregnant woman who almost fell and had a dystocia just now trotted over, supported Yang Ming, patted the dust on his body, and asked with concern:

"Yang Ming, does it matter if you're injured? Why don't you come to my house and ask my aunt to apply some potion to you?"

In addition to the pregnant woman, the surrounding villagers also rushed over to greet Yang Ming.

Looking at the innocent faces of the villagers, which did not seem to be fake, and the farm implements they were carrying, it was obvious that they had sacrificed their lives to save him just now.

"Thank you for the concern of the villagers and fathers, the boy's bones are hard enough, this injury is nothing!"

Hearing Yang Ming's words, the villagers gave him a thumbs up and praised:

"It's a man!"

In the crowd, Tang Hao looked at Yang Ming from a distance, and only withdrew his gaze when he saw that he was not injured.

Afterwards, Tang Hao patted the back of his son Tang San's head and said carelessly:

"San'er, look at Xiao Yang, he is already a strong man at a young age. Facing the bullying of the weak by the strong, he dares to stop it. The village chief has really taught a good grandson!"

"Also, when will you be able to be as good as Xiao Yang, San'er?"

Listening to his father's babbling words, Tang San's face darkened.

(New book for collection and recommendation ticket!)

(End of this chapter)