This time the protagonist doesn't obey, I quit

But this silly boy naively thought that he did not practice during the day, but concentrated on practicing at night.

Fang Jueming was shocked: "Master, you, you..."

"Have you seen the author mention me practicing once?"

An Yi asked seriously.

Fang Jueming looked bewildered, as if there really wasn't one.

An Yi smiled slightly.

Not only did he not practice in this world, but he basically didn't cultivate on purpose when he was in the ancient continent.

What I learned was just some basic swordsmanship!

As for the spiritual art... It's something you can grasp at your fingertips, and you can learn it after reading it once.

If only relying on hard work, how could he have the strength to rival the gods at the young age of seventeen or eighteen.

Relying on the blood talent!And the accumulation of countless resources!

The reason why the Yemen can stand in the ancient continent is absolutely due to this aspect.

Thinking of this, An Yi sighed.

However, this may also be the reason why Yemen was targeted.

Those self-proclaimed gods will never allow other people to easily reach their heights.

Otherwise, this will make those dictators who are called gods feel restless and restless.

Now he has not only recovered the dark spiritual veins, but also has six terrifying spiritual veins in his body.

It is not difficult to regain the previous strength.

But to defeat those gods from the Nine Heavens, relying on him alone is not enough.

Therefore, he seems to be dawdling now, but he is actually waiting for the Asura Gate to rise.

This is his team to go to the ancient continent!

Fang Jueming said with admiration: "Master, if you don't practice, how can you improve your strength?"

An Yi yawned and said, "There's no way to learn this, don't you have that system!"

Fang Jueming scratched his head and said in shame, "I have already done [-] million punches, but next time I need a billion punches."

[Billions of punches] The system task is terribly single.

Million punches!

Thousands of punches!

[-] million punches!

In the previous time, he has completed.

But the next time is a billion punches, and it's not just a simple punch.

Fang Jueming looked stupid, but he wasn't really stupid. After he finished punching, the day lily was cold.

A total of more than 3000 million seconds a year.

Among them, sleeping, resting, eating and so on should also be excluded.

Originally, in martial arts, Wu Tong could teach Fang Jueming a little bit with the cold-faced ax fist.

But now, Fang Jueming had already reached the peak of the Void Realm half a year ago, he was only a Transformation Realm, and there was really limited things he could teach, so he had to come to find An Yi.

After all, no matter how unreliable this product is, it is also the fourth existence on the list.

After An Yi pondered, an inspiration flashed: "Don't say, I really have a way to complete a billion punches."

Fang Jueming showed excitement: "Master, please explain."

"Do you care about your appearance?" An Yi said seriously.

Fang Jueming thought for a while and said, "I don't really care too much."

"Then I will teach you this Concentration Art as a teacher!"

An Yi said seriously: "Fists are a man's romance, things like hair are actually dispensable."

Ningxin never sleeps, and spends his sleep time punching!

Then the completion speed will be much faster!

Get bald and get stronger!

Fang Jueming nodded solemnly: "Master, I want to learn this!"

"Ruzi can be taught!"

An Yi smiled and nodded.

It has to be said that Fang Jueming will not be one of the nine protagonists selected by the system.

In terms of understanding, there is simply no way to say.

After An Yi briefly explained the essentials of the Concentration Art, Fang Jueming had already mastered it.

At night, the lights are dim.

A bar with the word "King's Landing" is particularly eye-catching on this quiet street.

"This place..."

Fang Jueming frowned slightly, it didn't look serious.

The Lamborghini Poison stopped firmly on the side of the road.

An Yi looked excited, stopped the car: "That's it, Xiao Ming, get out of the car!"

Fang Jueming looked confused: "Master, what are we doing in this kind of place?"

An Yi said seriously: "Cultivation is not about training your fists, but training your heart!"

Hearing this sentence, Fang Jueming thought for a while: "The curator taught me this before, warriors, the most important thing is to cultivate mind!"

"Well, that's right! So today, as a teacher, I will bring you here to sharpen your will. Warriors, entering the world, and being born are all processes that must be experienced. Only after experiencing the extreme prosperity can we truly calm down and focus on martial arts ! This place is full of turmoil in the world, and it is the best place for cultivation!"

An Yi said in a serious manner.

Fang Jueming nodded solemnly, with sharp eyes: "I understand."

"By the way, don't tell the teacher about this."

An Yi solemnly instructed.

Fang Jueming was slightly taken aback: "Why?"

"The process of cultivation is always painful. I'm afraid your teacher's wife will be worried." An Yi said seriously.

Fang Jueming nodded solemnly.

Master is indeed a gentle and good man.

An Yi got a haircut, and wanted to hang the Lamborghini key around his neck with a rope, which would be more eye-catching.

But after realizing that it was a bit pretentious, he had no choice but to throw it into the storage space.

What are you doing at the bar?

For pastime of course!

Tens of billions of assets!He has nothing to spend!

After fighting for a lifetime, can't you enjoy it?

Strange to say, he always felt indescribably tired during the time he came back from Xianmen.

Come to think of it, it's been a week...well, only a week?

An Yi thought of this and took out her phone.

The time displayed above is impressively April 59st, [-]:[-]!

An Yi swallowed.

Watching the number change, at that moment, when it became 00:00 on April [-]nd, I was relieved.

He didn't know what he was worried about, as if a big stone had landed in his heart.

"Xiao Ming, let's go!"

An Yi looked at the signboard of King's Landing Bar and said with a smile.

Chapter 533 A sky-high price deal with the Law Enforcement Bureau

"Uh, uh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, linen bag..."

An Yi frowned, and turned off the video on the phone.

Bad reviews, the two languages ​​are mixed, the acting is too fake.

Of course, he mainly wanted to listen to the lady's voice, and what it felt like to play this passage.

It's April, but the girls singing and dancing in the bar are already dressed in cool clothes.

But An Yi took a glance and stopped paying attention.

So disappointing.

If you don't have 9 points, 8 points can make do!

But 8 points can't find it!

Otherwise, he wouldn't be hiding in the corner alone to watch the video.

Of course, among ordinary people, these many girls are also beauties.

It's just that An Yi's taste is really spoiled.

Shen Muxuan, Qin Yao, Lan Ruoxi, Shangguan Qianqian... None of them are stunning.

I am used to seeing the flourishing flowers, but looking at these roadside wildflowers again, my mind will be calm.

"Brother, would you like a drink?"

A pretty girl in a navel-baring dress came over with a wine glass and smiled. Looking at An Yi, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips lightly, her eyes were a little obsessed.

These days, it is not uncommon for women to covet the beauty of men!

With a score of 9 for An Yi's appearance, he is a beautiful young man in the world. The most important thing is that he does not speak at this time, nor does he glance around.

In the hustle and bustle of the bar, a person sat alone in the most advanced booth, stretched out his slender fingers to swipe the screen, looked at the phone seriously, and presented the bar with a handsome and impeccable profile.

For the girls, the temptation value is already full.

An Yi looked up, glanced blankly, and said lightly: "Thank you, no need!"

After the girl saw it, she took the wine glass and left disappointed.

To be honest, this handsome guy has rejected many girls' invitations, but she just wants to try.

After all, it's all free Bao, what if he suits his appetite.

At this time, Fang Jueming had already been dragged over by many young ladies to drink.

He didn't know how to say no, and was being drunk by two hot girls.

For a moment, I don't know if it was because of shyness or because I drank too much, my whole face turned red.

An Yi took a sip of his wine, looked at the noisy bar, and smiled slightly.

Unknowingly, I have been in this world for more than three years, I am used to everything here, so I am really reluctant to leave like this.

Finally, take a good look at the world again.

On the dance floor, an old man dancing enthusiastically caught the eye.

He is not tall, thin, a little stooped, and has a big bald head.

At this time, he was wearing a plaid shirt, sunglasses, and a big gold chain, and he was there with a bunch of girls.

"Tsk, this uncle, he is getting stronger and stronger."