If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

  Chapter 33 Lu Jing himself is also very important

   As Lu Jing spoke in a low voice, he was already walking out of the Qingliu Courtyard.

   And that Zhang Yuan aura suddenly rose up, and the bones all over his body were clanging, this is the sound of gold and iron clashing!

  The second stage of the three stages of casting bones has this phenomenon.

   Zhang Yuan's body suddenly accelerated, his waist and horse sank, and then jumped up suddenly, like a boulder falling from a mountain, smashing towards Lu Jing...

   He made fists with both hands, and under the wave, the violent wind rushed straight to Lu Jing's face.

  Lu Jing was also calm, and all kinds of scenes came one after another.

   His skin, flesh, fascia and bones suddenly began to vibrate, and his mind was extremely focused.

   He took a step forward with his right foot, and his waist horse took root!

   "The Crocodile Demon Attacks the Demon!"

   As soon as Lu Jing punched out, the surrounding air was like a vortex, and a sound of gold and iron sounded from him.

   That powerful punch, from top to bottom, smashed towards Zhang Yuan!

   Zhang Yuan crossed his arms and fell with a bang, causing a strong wind.

   But Lu Jing, who had a calm expression, punched him fiercely, savagely devouring people, and slammed into Zhang Yuan's arm.

boom!

   fists and arms collided, making an extremely dull muffled sound.

   Zhang Yuanru was hit by a huge force, his body suddenly stagnant in the air, and he used this strength to fly out and land on the boulevard!

   He stood still on the ground, only to feel his arms go numb, and a little vibration flashed in his eyes.

   "Bone screams gold and iron!"

   Zhang Yuan's mind just moved, but his eyes were still focused, but Lu Jing, who was still full of breath, came forward.

   His counterattack was too fast, and in a matter of seconds, a leg as golden as iron pressed against Zhang Yuan's chest.

   Zhang Yuan turned sideways, turned his five fingers into claws, and hit Lu Jing's ribs.

  Lu Jing's thirty-six-style crocodile demon bone-casting skills kept appearing in his mind, and his incomparable concentration made him make a choice in an instant.

   Seeing that Lu Jing's expression did not change at all, his iron legs were pulled out, and his right elbow was slammed down like a battering hammer.

  锵! Clang!

   sounded twice in succession, and the air was like a green bamboo bursting.

   Zhang Yuan's body shook violently, his fist was bombarded by Lu Jing's right elbow, and his chest was also hit by Lu Jing's iron leg.

   The overwhelming force instantly impacted his whole body.

   This scholar Lu Jingyi has such courage! Such a solid body!

   Zhang Yuan was furious! But he has also practiced martial arts for many days, and the sound of gold and iron in his body does not retreat at all, the veins on both hands and arms burst out, and the sound of bones is incessant!

  Clang!

   Zhang Yuan's fists were roaring like a storm, disregarding the severe pain that hit his body, his body shrank and twisted, squeezed out all his strength, and exploded towards Lu Jing's head!

  Lu Jing's body stood upright, but his mind became more and more quiet. The crocodile demon bone casting skill was running again and again, and the strength of his body turned into a violent wind, injected into his body, and fell into his fist.

   At this moment, Lu Jing seemed to have transformed into a crazy crocodile, unfolding its huge crocodile mouth, as if to choose someone to devour!

   "Having the idea of ​​the great sage of King Yantian of Ming Dynasty, and the fate of a practicing genius, I practice for a day, which is better than the practice of ordinary warriors for dozens of days!"

"Participating in research, being diligent and hardworking, and being a genius in practice, my martial arts are well-integrated. If it is engraved in my mind, every move is the mystery of the crocodile demon bone-casting technique. Only through these kinds of things can I cultivate a fearless spirit and be confident. God, how can you not win?"

  Lu Jing's spirit is indomitable, and his eyes reveal the idea of ​​winning!

  Clang!

   Lu Jing and Zhang Yuan collided with each other!

   Lu Jing's body roared, the wind howled, like a violent storm.

   The blue veins appeared in Zhang Yuan's eyes, and the muscles on his arms were cracked inch by inch, and then...

   Zhang Yuan only felt a tyrannical force entering his body, he shook all over, and blood burst from his arms.

   The next moment, his body was like a piece of rag, and it flew out and landed in the forest in the distance, breaking more than ten green bamboos.

  Lu Jing was still standing in the same place, exhaling and closing his fists, his expression was already calm.

   His aura became sharper and stronger, like a sharp sword, like a mountain!

   "Warriors are like steel and iron, and they can only become weapons by constantly sharpening them. If I always win, the speed of martial arts progress will be even more courageous."

   Lu Jing's thoughts were tumultuous, and finally turned into a fleeting surprise, which appeared in his eyes.

  The idea of ​​​​Daming Wang's view, the crocodile demon casting bone skill!

  Cultivation genius, participation in research, diligence and hard work!

   In addition to his own innate talent, the accumulation of these kinds of things is so extraordinary.

   "After the bones are ringing with gold and iron, the bones are like a bell, and the sound of the bell is like blood!"

  Lu Jing slowly walked towards Zhang Yuan while thinking.

  Zhang Yuan fell among the green bamboos and was in a state of embarrassment.

   His right arm was already shattered, his flesh and blood had burst open, his chest and sternum were also broken, his internal organs were forcibly squeezed, and he vomited out a big mouthful of blood.

   The blood was also mixed with fragments of internal organs.

  Lu Jing felt extremely **** when he saw this scene, when he still took a deep breath to suppress the discomfort in his heart.

   "A gentleman is like a tool, not grinding is not good!" Lu Jing encouraged himself in his heart.

   Qingyue in the distance didn't dare to look at Zhang Yuan, and turned her back, but she was still happy.

   "It's too scary, fortunately the young master is fine."

  Lu Jing walked all the way to Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan's eyes slowly opened and closed, like a gossamer.

   But the light in his eyes fell on Lu Jing, and his mind was already clear.

   "Assaulting and killing Mansion Lu's house as a servant is a crime that deserves death."

  Lu Jing squatted down slowly and looked at Zhang Yuan who kept vomiting blood.

   "But if you die, Lu Jiang doesn't know my bravery, and he won't be more angry if you don't see your miserable state."

   "And since you're already abolished, it's better to die than life, and you've paid the price."

Lu Jing patted Zhang Yuan's chest lightly, and his expression gradually became colder: "Go back and tell him, he is no more than a scumbag, and he doesn't dare to shoot at me clearly, he only dares to do some deeds for death, and also No wonder he wants to vent his resentment towards Nan Xuehu on me, so that he can get through his own thoughts."

   "In that case..."

  Lu Jing stood up, with a long body, and the evening glow fell on him, making him even more dazzling.

"Lu Jiang thought that I was just a son-in-law, an unloved son-in-law, and was rejected by the Nanfu, so he felt that even if I was abolished, Mrs. Ning and Mrs. Zhong, who always hated me, would turn a blind eye. ."

   "He thought I was abolishing me to clear the way for everyone. As long as there is a ghost to die for, you can sit back and relax..."

   As Lu Jing spoke, he turned around slowly: "But he never thought that Lu Jing himself is the most important among these many interests."

   "Lu Mansion, Nan Mansion, Nan Heyu, Nan Xuehu, the old lady, Madam Zhong, and you Lu Jiang, it seems that I have never thought about it..."

   "To do so many things, you still need to ask my opinion on this chess piece, a thorn in your side."

  Lu Jing seems to be talking to Zhang Yuan, and also seems to be talking to himself.

   He whispered all the way, all the way behind Qingyue.

   "Qing Yue." The indifference in Lu Jing's eyes disappeared, replaced by a touch of tenderness.

   "Master...Does your hand... hurt?"

   Qingyue turned around and grabbed Lu Jing's hand.

"We go home."

   (end of this chapter)