Macross

Chapter 162 The Golden Wheel Dharma King
"You!" Looking at Ji Ming, who was a bit evil, the young man really didn't dare to swear easily.However, although he felt evil, he still waved his hand and ordered his attendants to go up and get him.In this regard, Ji Ming smiled slightly, stretched out his finger and said, "Definitely!"

For a moment, everyone including the young man was unable to move.

This finger, Ji Ming didn't use the power of heaven and earth, it was purely a brilliant acupuncture technique.

"The friend in front, I offended you just now, please forgive me." A Mongolian monk jumped out of the sedan chair behind him, and clasped his fists at Ji Ming.Hearing this, Ji Ming smiled and said: "I don't care about it, otherwise they would have been wiped out long ago."

As soon as these words came out, the monk's face suddenly darkened.

What Ji Ming said was the truth, but because of the different levels, in the eyes of the great monk, this was a deliberate provocation.

"Since you don't want to lose face, I, Jinlun, need to learn your brilliant tricks!" The great monk said, and with a wave of his hand, he sucked out his pure gold spur wheel weapon from the sedan chair.

It turned out that this great monk was none other than the ultimate villain in the plot of the Condor of the Condor - the King of the Golden Wheel.

At this time, King Jinlun was full of high spirits. There were two reasons: one was that under his leadership, the Mongol army was victorious, and it seemed that as long as the city of Xiangyang was captured, the enemy country Song would be wiped out.

Two, after years of painstaking practice, he finally reached the No.13 floor of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", which is unprecedented!

Yes, it is the No. 13th floor. Because of the promotion of the world level, this Jinlun Fawang also surpassed the original work, and practiced "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill" to the legendary realm.It was precisely because of this that even though he knew the names of the five masters of the Central Plains, he still brought a group of martial artists to Xiangyang City.

Unfortunately, he bumped into Ji Ming before he entered the city.

"My wheel is made of fine gold and weighs 780 pounds." Jinlun Fawang said, waving the spur wheel.

"Hehe, just right, I also have a heavy weapon." With a chuckle, Ji Ming took out the toy nunchuck that he had forgotten for a long time.

His nunchuck weighed more than 600 kilograms, and in the hands of Bruce Lee, even a sweeping monk could vomit blood.Although it is just a toy in his hands, it is absolutely invincible against ordinary people. At least, this Jinlun Fawang is impossible to resist.

Speaking of this, I have to talk about Jinlun Fawang's cultivation.

His internal strength level is actually not high, it is only at the level of the bridge of heaven and earth, and it is still a line behind the golden core of martial arts.But his strength far exceeds the description in the original book "Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants" - although he didn't fight, Ji Ming can tell at a glance that he has tens of thousands of catties of strength at least.

If he was thrown into the world of Liaozhai, he would definitely be able to fight to the death with all kinds of big monsters.

"Hmph, do you have ten catties for such a small weapon?" Jinlun Fawang sneered.

The next moment, Ji Ming violently swung the nunchuck and hit his spur wheel.

In an instant, the spur was released from his hand and flew hundreds of meters away.

"A nunchuck that weighs two catties can fly a person who weighs hundreds of catties. My nunchuck weighs more than 600 catties. Even without internal strength, it is easy to hit tens of thousands of catties." Ji Ming shook his head and smiled at the bewildered Jinlun Fawang: "There are so many martial arts masters in the Central Plains, I advise you to practice for a few more years before coming here."

As soon as these words came out, Jinlun Fawang's face immediately turned black, like ink.

"You won't kill me?" Jin Lun said in a deep voice.

"Why should I kill you?" Ji Ming asked with a smile.

Standing at different levels, the perspective of viewing the problem is different: in the eyes of ordinary people, the struggle between Mongolia and the Song Dynasty is a national righteousness, and it must not stop.But Ji Ming, as the controller of this world, he is the way of heaven, God, and the only true god in this world.

Whether it's Song Dynasty or Mongolia, they are all his people.

At most, he would only let the Mongols learn Chinese and recognize Yanhuang as their ancestors. As for other aspects, he would not interfere at all.

Besides, this Jinlun Fawang is also a martial arts prodigy, how could Ji Ming be willing to kill him?
"However, if you offend me, punishment is still necessary." After injecting a piece of internal force into Jinlun Fawang's body, Ji Ming said with a smile on his face: "This is my 100-year-old skill. If you can refine it, martial arts You can go one step further, and if you can't refine it, hehe, you will have nothing to save in your life!"

After speaking, he disappeared, leaving behind the dazed Golden Wheel Fawang.

After wandering around for a while, Ji Ming had to admit that the world was against the sky: as long as he is a master, even if he is only a third-rate, he is in the realm of the bridge between heaven and earth.There are many people in the second-rate class who are comparable to Duan Siping and Zhao Kuangyin, and almost all the first-rate masters are comparable to the sweeping monks.

Super-class masters have long surpassed the entire Tianlong era. Whether it is Jinlun Fawang or the five masters of the world, they all have martial arts comparable to Xiaoyaozi.

As for Dugu Qiubai who has already left, let alone Xiaoyaozi, even Zhuge Liang, whether he can win or not is another matter.

Because there are too many Jindan masters, gradually, there are countless conjectures about the higher level of "Martial Dao God Rank".But unfortunately, all conjectures are just conjectures, let alone someone arriving, even if it is touched, no one can touch it.

Ji Ming has become a legendary god of martial arts, but he knows that he is just a warrior who bridges heaven and earth, and he has not even reached the golden core of martial arts.

……

After many twists and turns, Yang Guo finally came to Jianzhong.

Under the guidance of the divine eagle, he saw the words left by Dugu Qiubai: "I have ruled the world for more than a hundred years, and there is no opponent in the world. I can only ascend to the capital of heaven and fight with the gods! This battle is uncertain, and I will stay here." 'Dugu Nine Swords' and 'Sword Without Sword' are here, I hope those who are destined can learn it, so that my swordsmanship will not be lost!"

Just reading the message, Yang Guo was shocked by the soaring arrogance.

However, the handwriting and tone of the following changed suddenly, and it actually read: Invincible is the most lonely, and loneliness likes nonsense, nonsense is nothing more than pretending to be coercive, and nothing is more pretentious than Dugu seeking defeat!

For a moment, Yang Guo was dumbfounded.

"This person deserves death." Yang Guo said angrily.

In the next moment, the Divine Condor slapped him and knocked him to the ground.

It pointed to the writing on it with its wings, then pointed down with its head, then bent its feet and knelt down.Yang Guo is also smart, upon seeing this, he immediately said: "Brother Diao, do you want to say that the owner of the handwriting below is Senior Dugu's master?"

Immediately, the Divine Condor nodded sharply.

"With such a master, Senior Dugu is also pitiful." Yang Guo mourned for Dugu's defeat.Hearing this, Ji Ming, who came here specially to look for him, immediately darkened his face, and said angrily from a long distance away: "Stinky boy, if I don't teach you to shit, I will be the master of the capital in vain!"

(End of this chapter)