Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 50
The next day, before dawn, Tang Ling opened his eyes, rubbed his own eyes, looked at Zhu Zhuqing who was pressing on his chest, and smiled lightly, but did not wake Zhu Zhuqing up. After washing up, he got up and walked towards the kitchen Not long after he left, Zhu Zhuqing also opened his hazy eyes.

She didn't go back to her dormitory to rest at all last night. Instead, she went directly to Tang Ling's dormitory after talking to Dai Mubai. She entered the dormitory quietly without waking Tang Ling up, and went to sleep with Tang Ling in her arms. After five years, I'm still not used to sleeping with Tang Ling in my arms. I don't know how many times I woke up in the middle of the night last night.

After washing, it was already a little bright, and just when I came to the door of the kitchen, I smelled a very fragrant smell, and her favorite sweet and sour fish, I couldn't help sticking out my tongue and licking my lips, tiptoeing like a thief Quietly walked into the kitchen.

As soon as he came to the dining table, he wanted to pick up a plate of fish on the table and was about to run away. Tang Ling's voice came from behind before his hands touched the plate.

"Sit down and eat if you want to eat, don't act like a thief." Tang Ling gave Zhu Zhuqing a blank look, sat on a chair beside him, picked up a bowl of millet porridge, took a sip, and quickly settled the food on the table.

A blush flashed across Zhu Zhuqing's fair and beautiful face. He glared at Tang Ling, and quickly removed the sweet and sour fish on the dinner plate. Tang Ling watched the food on the dinner plate disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye. What kind of expression, because I have seen it too much, I vaguely remember the first time I saw Zhu Zhuqing's speed of destroying food even more violently than Xiao Wu, the visual impact is unimaginable.

Zhu Zhuqing rubbed his belly, Tang Ling shook his head helplessly seeing Zhu Zhuqing's laziness, got up and packed his dinner plate, washed it, put it back into the storage space, looked out the window, guessed Tang San They should have almost woken up, so they brought out the prepared food in the kitchen, and walked out of the kitchen with Zhu Zhuqing, whose eyes had regained his foodie attributes.

When I came to the place where I usually have classes, I started to practice boxing. I usually eat breakfast after training. Now, the life time of the college cannot be decided by myself. I had to finish my breakfast first, practice boxing here, and wait for the class time.

The speed of the fist is getting faster and faster, it seems to be out of order, but it feels different, well-regulated, every move seems to be regular, this is a kind of conflict, a conflict between views and feelings Boxing.

Time passed quickly, and the speed of Tang Ling's fist swings gradually slowed down. He glanced at the already bright sky, and at Zhu Zhuqing who was watching him punching with his arms folded, and said to Zhu Zhuqing, "It's been two days. Have fought with you, practice?"

A smile appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's cold face, and he walked ten meters in front of Tang Ling.

At this time Tang San and the others had just finished their breakfast and came over a little earlier, when they saw a man and a woman posing in the same pose.

Oscar scratched the back of his head, looked at the men and women in the same pose, poked Tang San's arm, and said: "San'er, what do you think Xiaoling and Zhuqing are doing?"

Tang San crossed his arms, stood under a tree, looked at Tang Ling and the two, and said, "They are practicing against each other, a boxing technique called Nanquan."

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Oscar and Ning Rongrong frowned, Oscar said: "Nanquan, what is that?"

Xiao Wu stood next to Tang San, rolled her cute eyes, and said: "Don't you know after reading it? Oh, no, you may not be able to see clearly, because their speed should be very fast, what do you want to know? It's called Nanquan, you can ask Xiao Ling, if Xiao Ling is willing to teach you, you may no longer be an ordinary food-type soul master~"

Xiao Wu didn't explain it, but let the four of them read on. After all, the explanation was not as simple and clear as what she saw with her own eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing set off first, his footsteps were so fast that even a third-ring soul master like Dai Mubai couldn't see clearly, the howling fist wind seemed to make the whole air vibrate.

It appeared in front of Tang Ling almost instantly.

Bang.

Zhu Zhuqing's fist was blocked by Tang Ling's raised left arm, but Zhu Zhuqing swung another fist without stopping at all. Tang Ling tilted his head and dodged Zhu Zhuqing's fist.

The fist brushed against the cheek, Tang Ling bent slightly and the fist also blasted out with a biting wind, but was blocked by Zhu Zhuqing's raised knee.

When the two kept punching, the positions of their feet were constantly changing, and the six people watching the battle, except for Xiao Wu and Tang San who had practiced Nanquan, the rest were stunned. .

"Is this really just practice?" Ma Hongjun's eyes twitched, and he swallowed while looking at the cracks on the ground blown out by the fist wind.

This is just the power of the fist wind that can create cracks on the ground, so how powerful are the fists of the two of them?

"Moreover, they don't have the aura of soul power flowing at all, which proves that they are only physical power! The speed is almost as fast as that of the second ring great soul master!" Dai Mubai murmured as he watched the two speeding faster and faster. Although the sound was very small, everyone present could hear it clearly.

Oscar's eyes lit up on the spot, besides Ning Rongrong, he was a food-type soul master, if he could really learn...

Ning Rongrong kept silent, watched as he kept moving, he could only hear the afterimage of fists and feet colliding, and he frowned thinking about something.

The duel between Tang Ling and Zhu Zhuqing lasted only 5 minutes. Tang Ling's pupils shrank, and his fists suddenly flashed. Zhu Zhuqing stopped because there was a fist measuring only one centimeter in front of her.

Zhu Zhuqing put away his fighting stance, and said flatly: "I lost."

"You have improved, and your speed is faster than when we fought in Panlong Great Forest." After speaking, he put away his fists, folded his hands on his chest and said calmly.

Zhu Zhuqing smiled mischievously, shrugged and said, "Of course it's the effect of practicing against you every day."

Tang Ling nodded slightly and made a confession, but did not respond to Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuqing didn't feel anything, and looked at the man she loved so much tenderly.

When Xiao Wu saw that the two of them had stopped their moves, she immediately ran towards Tang Ling bouncing around and threw herself into Tang Ling's arms.

Tang Ling rubbed Xiao Wu's little head and said nothing, Zhu Zhuqing turned his head slightly and said nothing.

No one noticed that Flender was standing in mid-air with a spirit possessed, looking at the Shrek students, and when he saw Tang Ling, a strange arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that we have to find a way to get Xiaoling's Nanquan routine out, hehehe..."

And just when Flender had such thoughts, Tang Ling, who was among the Shrek crowd, frowned, feeling a deep malice...

(End of this chapter)