Chapter 7 Asura Son King Kong Jin

Volume 1 Asura Son Chapter 07 King Kong Jin

Qin Ming leaned against the stone vat, his injuries were more serious, and he was gasping for breath. The chest that was injured by the fire snake palm exuded the smell of barbecue, and the bones in the chest seemed to be cracked. But he didn't cry out in pain, didn't show weakness, the corners of his mouth evoked a bad smile. "Sister Zhao Min, don't shout so loudly to make people misunderstand."

"You lunatic! You bastard! You bastard!" Zhao Min screamed in shame, just about to attack again, but the wound on her shoulder was affected, and the pain made her face pale.

"Don't talk nonsense if you can, and get out if you can't." Qin Ming spat blood, took out the flying knife at his waist, reluctantly lifted his breath, put on a weird posture, and gathered all his strength in his right hand.

This is his life-saving flying knife stunt. If Zhao Min's realm is not too high, he will not show it easily.

"He can fly a knife?" Zhao Min didn't hide his complaints against Zhao Lie. This flying knife skill can never be learned in two or three years, and it is very tricky. With his power, the power is amazing, and it is not like himself. It's more like a set of martial arts, but Qingyunzong doesn't seem to have martial arts like flying knives.

"I really don't know." Zhao Lie was depressed and frightened, and he also saw that the flying knife was unusual.

"Hey, Mrs. Zhao Min, you are gone." Qin Ming whistled.

"Shameless!" Zhao Min hurriedly pulled his skirt, Qin Ming's eyes narrowed, and he seized the opportunity to wave at the first moment, to shoot the flying knife. But at this moment, a sound of breaking wind sounded, and a young man with an iron sword on his back rushed towards here.

"Jinjian Cheng Mu? Damn it, why did he come here?" Zhao Min's expression changed slightly, he immediately pulled back his tattered clothes, rushed into the dense forest, and looked at Qin Ming angrily before leaving.

"Sister! Wait for me." Zhao Lie also recognized the person and ran away in a hurry, ignoring Qin Ming.

Qin Ming frowned slightly and put away the flying knife.

After a while, a black-clothed youth came to Qin Ming, very handsome, not weak, but masculine. His facial features were sharp and angular, his eyes were sharp and deep, and he did not feel that he gave people a sense of oppression.

A suit of black clothes can't hide his outstanding heroic appearance. The most eye-catching thing is actually the golden feathers embroidered on both sides of his collar. This is a special sign, which represents a noble identity - a disciple of Jinling!

The Qingyun Sect has a strict hierarchy and is divided into ordinary disciples, elders' direct disciples, and Jinling disciples.

Ordinary disciples are further divided into low-level disciples, middle-level disciples, and high-level disciples.

Of the more than 8,000 disciples of the Qingyun Sect, most of them were ordinary disciples. There were only 600 disciples directly passed on by the elders, while there were only 30 disciples of Jin Ling, and only five in their teens.

The person in front of him is Jin Ling's disciple, one of the five great geniuses of the new generation, Jin Jian Cheng Mu.

He is extremely talented and has created many miracles of the Qingyun Sect. The golden sword is a sharp weapon forged by the Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect, and it can exude a fierce sword energy by itself.

Qin Ming is an ordinary disciple, a lower-class disciple among ordinary disciples, or a punished lower-class disciple, belonging to the lowest group. Compared with the person in front of him, there is an eagle in the sky and a sparrow on the ground.

"What happened?" Cheng Mu said indifferently. He wanted to go into Medicine Mountain to get some spirit grass, and he came over when he heard the sound of fighting on the way. The scene was in a mess, and there were flames on the ground.

Qin Ming was seriously injured now, but Mu Cheng didn't mean to help, but looked at Qin Ming with bad eyes.

"It's alright, I'm sorry to bother you." Qin Ming turned around and wanted to leave despite the severe pain and weakness.

"Stop!" Cheng Mu said coldly.

Qin Ming covered the wound on his chest and turned his back to Cheng Mu. "Say!"

"I have reminded you more than once that the stronger you are, the more severe the punishment you will receive, and never want to leave Qingyunzong. You'd better be your servant obediently, be in awe of everyone, don't look up if you can bow your head, and bend your head if you can. Don't stand on your waist, so that you can be forgiven. If you want to return to your ancient city of Thunder, just do as I say."

"Good intentions lead!" Qin Ming left the top of the mountain without turning his head.

"I don't know what to do!"

"Nothing to do with you."

"Don't think that if you enter the Spiritual Martial Realm, you will be recognized. Your parents are sinners of the Qingyun Sect, and their sins will be repaid with your whole life. You don't have martial arts to guide your spiritual power, and you can't go further in the Spiritual Martial Realm. I'm sure You will stop at the sixth level of Lingwu." Cheng Mu snorted coldly, he is the disciple of Jin Ling who is respected and envied by everyone. - Moonlight!

Yueqing is one of the five major disciples of the Qingyun Sect's new generation. goddess.

Cheng Mu loves Yueqing, and is also a fanatical pursuit of Yueqing.

But Yueqing's heart was not with him at all.

Qin Ming ignored him and left the top of the mountain with exhaustion and injuries. He has a light smile on his face, but this smile makes people feel distressed. In the past eight years, he has encountered too many fights like this. He also understands that as his strength increases, he will be more threatened and framed, but he is not afraid, nor will he lower his head and be a man with his tail tucked in.

As long as you live, stand.

Just stand up and stand up.

Starting at noon, the sky started to drizzle.

Qin Ming went back to the warehouse to make lunch, greeted the old man, took some food, and hid himself in the mountainside behind the warehouse.

There are strange rocks there, and the old trees are wrong. Usually, no one will notice here, and no one will come here.

It was this place that became Qin Ming's private martial arts training ground.

Here, he did not smile, only serious.

From noon to late at night, Qin Ming swallowed the energy of life between heaven and earth, recovered his energy and eased his injuries.

It may be because of the second stage of the practice of Sheng Sheng Jue, the speed of recovery from the injury is significantly faster this time.

"Sixth Heaven of Lingwu, I really can't challenge it now. Strength, strength, I want strength."

Qin Ming stroked the palm print scar on his chest, it would take some time for it to heal completely.

His strength is still too weak, he must become stronger and stronger.

After so many years of ups and downs, to finally enter the coveted Spiritual Martial Realm, it is time to work hard to break through, and to work harder than before.

"Superior Disciple! Personal Disciple! Jin Ling Disciple!"

Qin Ming recited in his mind the level of the disciples of Qingyunzong, different levels, different treatment, different influence, if you can become a disciple of Jin Ling, it is equivalent to half an elder. He used to be in the Spiritual Tempering Realm and couldn't expect status. Now he has finally broken into the Spiritual Martial Realm. His primary goal is to get rid of his inferior disciple status. Only when his status is improved can he be exposed to more martial arts and grow faster. It is possible to obtain more benefits for the people of Thunder Ancient City.

"For myself, for my relatives, and for the ancient city of Thunder." Qin Ming jumped up, his heart was calm, his feet slowly spread out, his hands flexed and stretched, and he started a wonderful start.

Who said he can't do martial arts? This is the starting style of the martial arts "King Kong Jin", which is the martial arts mastered by Di Yun, a direct disciple of the Qingyun Sect.

According to the strict rules of Qingyunzong, martial arts must not be taught privately. Any disciple who borrows martial arts from Wuzong Pavilion must register, and the return time must be marked. Elders who teach disciples martial arts must also register clearly.

Qin Ming had never read martial arts books, which he learned by taking risks. Taking advantage of the opportunity to deliver goods everywhere, I observed every battle and experience of Di Yun, and kept it firmly in my heart. From the surface research, after years of hard work, continuous improvement, and finally integration, it is actually equivalent to creating this set of variations. King Kong strength.

This set of martial arts belongs to the high-grade spiritual level. The strongest can increase a person's explosive power by as much as five times. The power is very domineering, but it is extremely demanding on physique. First of all, the body must be forged into reinforced iron bones before it can be used powerfully, otherwise it will be easily shaken. hurt yourself.

Qin Ming actually learned a lot of martial arts secretly, such as the split wind sword of his own disciple Sima Yao, the Cangyun spear of his own disciple Yu Chibin, and the Liuhe palm of his own disciple Leng Ming, and finally decided to fully practice King Kong Jin.

His physique is inherently special. After years of tempering, his physical condition is far superior to that of others, and he can easily control this set of diamond energy that others dare not try.

King Kong Jin is divided into five stages. Qin Ming has researched the first three stages by himself, but because the last four or five stages are too profound, he has not been able to succeed.

But the first three paragraphs are enough for him to fully exert his strength.

"One paragraph, King Kong Fuhuhu!" Qin Ming staggered and galloped, vigorous and swift, moving across the forest, blasting the giant tree in front of him with explosive punches.

"Crack."

The ancient tree was surrounded by two people, trembling violently, and a dark hole was punched out, which was directly pierced by Qin Ming's King Kong Jin.

Qin Ming's strongest punch can reach 600 jins, and this punch definitely exceeds 1000 jins.

Qin Ming moved by wrong steps, the dust was flying, the dead leaves danced, and a roaring wind was set off.

Bang! Boom!

The deafening roar resounded continuously on this remote mountainside. Qin Ming released himself with all his strength and immersed himself in the ascetic practice of martial arts. Giant trees and strange rocks were all his targets. Many of the giant rocks here were carried by himself. over here.

He was not qualified to practice in the martial arts field, so he built a field by himself.

"Second section, King Kong Tota!"

"Three sections, King Kong shakes the mountain!"

...

Qin Ming shook his body and shook his arms, and the strength of his body tripled, banging and smashing a two-person boulder.

Each stage doubles the strength, and it will bring a strong load to his body. When Qin Ming played the third stage, the blue veins had already covered his body, and the surface of his skin was red.

Qin Ming has already cultivated the first three stages of King Kong Jin with pure love, but he pursues a higher level. He wants to integrate his lightning power into it, so that the power of King Kong Jin will be strengthened again.

"Crack!"

"Boom!"

Various muffled sounds came and went, occasionally interspersed with the piercing waves of electric lights.

Qin Ming sweated in the jungle, released himself heartily, and studied his martial arts painstakingly.

No one to guide, no one to help, everything is his own groping.

He practiced until midnight, Qin Ming lay on his back on the icy stone, looking at the drowsy night, drenched in the light rain, silently calming the scorching blood all over his body. He usually used the King Kong Jin for up to two hours, but today it was an unprecedented half an hour. The strong force shook his body to the point of scalding hot, the whole body was steaming with heat, and the blood seemed to boil.

Looking at it, two figures seemed to appear in the dull sky, smiling at him.

Qin Ming smiled, but there were two tears in the corners of his eyes, and he murmured.

"Father...Mother..."

"Baby... I miss you..."

"Where are you……"