Chapter 406

"I'll go back as soon as I go."

Wang Yiwu got up and went out, while Wen Lianmu sat still and ordered a cup of tea for himself with great elegance, savoring it carefully—the tea in the Grand Marshal's Mansion of Zhenguo is naturally a rare and excellent product .

Just like his confidence in his own judgment, he has nothing to doubt about Wang Yiwu's strength.

As for Wang Yiwu himself, he walked like a dragon and a tiger, with a calm attitude.

Being invincible in the same situation is Jiang Mengxiong's request to him, and it is also his consistent self-confidence.

Countless battles have been marked for this name, and countless challengers have achieved this name.

From Youmai to Zhoutian, from Zhoutian to Tongtian, without exception.

The Tongtian Realm even penetrates the past and the present, achieving the historical limit.

In the Tenglong Realm, there will be no exceptions.

What Zheng Shangming, he didn't even bother to look at it.

It doesn't matter how you don't rely on relationships, how you strive for self-improvement, how stubborn you are and how hard you work.

What is it?

There were more than one or two geniuses who were defeated by him?

Even that fatty Chong Xuansheng, if not because of Chong Xuanzun, who would he know?

I could hear the noise outside the house.

"Bold! How dare you be presumptuous here?"

The servants in the Grand Marshal's Mansion were also very shocked and angry. As the saying goes, "the third-rank officials in front of the prime minister's door", the servants in the Grand Marshal's Mansion of Zhenguo are also people who stamp their feet and shake three times outside. Have you ever seen someone dare to make a scene in front of the mansion?

Only Zheng Shangming's voice was unscrupulous: "You are not worthy of talking to me, tell Wang Yiwu to get out!"

What Wen Lianmu said was indeed correct. This person was contradictory and awkward, as if he could endure anything and endure any hardship. But once you really lose your temper, you don't care about it.

Wang Yiwu was thinking in his heart, but his face was expressionless, and his steps were not in a hurry, and every step was constant. From the moment his feet landed on the ground, he kept in the most convenient state for exerting force every moment.

This allows him to launch the most powerful attack at any time and any place.

And when he walked out of the Marshal's Mansion under the respectful eyes of his servants, he saw Zheng Shangming who was so aggressive that he didn't even have time to change his clothes.

Just wearing a porter's clothes, running from there to here without stopping.

He looked really embarrassed, and really angry.

Wang Yiwu looked at him with no emotion in his eyes, and only asked, "You looking for me?"

As soon as Wang Yiwu appeared, everyone in the Zhenguo Grand Marshal's Mansion kept quiet. It can be seen that his position as the master here is already deeply rooted.

No wonder some people in Linzi call him Young Marshal and treat him like Jiang Mengxiong's son.

Zheng Shangming was furious.

No matter who it is, it is impossible not to be angry when someone framed someone for no reason, and was randomly placed as a pawn.

Especially he is Zheng Shangming.

The arrogance in my heart was never less than those sons, on the contrary, it was sharper and more intense.

He came directly from the barracks without stopping at all, the more he thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked angrily.

Of course he knew Wang Yiwu, and he believed that it was impossible for Wang Yiwu not to know him.

No one can belittle him or frame him for no reason.

Not even the God of War himself! Not to mention just a disciple of the God of War!

"Who are you?"

Wang Yiwu was still asking, but he stepped forward and raised his fist without hesitation.

"If you dare to make a big disturbance in the Grand Marshal's Mansion, you are no one!"

As soon as he punched out, the wind and clouds surged.

Invincible and selfless.

When Zheng Shangming came here, he was ready to go to the door to settle accounts, and he did not hesitate to fight for it.

It's not that he didn't hear about Wang Yiwu's strength, or he didn't predict it.

But power, fame, and strength should not be the reason to be able to entrap Zheng Shangming at will.

He is very angry.

The anger made his blood boil.

Let him clenched his fist early.

Make his fist full of strength.

Dao Yuan scrambled to be the first to burst out, his blood surging like a torrent.

Power and strength are perfectly unified, and all his anger is smoldering in this punch.

Then a punch was sent out, hard against hard, steel against steel, and Wang Yiwu's fist clashed!

He didn't dodge, neither did Wang Yiwu.

The moment the two fists collided, everything seemed to freeze.

Time is slowing down and space is expanding.

The sound, the breath, have been lost... and found again.

Zheng Shangming seemed to hear a crisp sound, and he felt a tyrannical force crushing him. Unstoppable, unavoidable.

He even felt that his entire arm was shattered by this punch!

But that's just an illusion.

He quickly realized this fact.

Because Wang Yiwu had already received his fist.

After easily crushing his fist, crushing his fist, crushing his fist strength, he easily withdrew his fist.

The gap in strength is so huge!

Zheng Shangming thought that he might lose, maybe not his opponent, but he would do his best to never make Wang Yiwu feel better.

But I never thought that the gap could be so big.

Wang Yiwu looked at Zheng Shangming, without even a sense of accomplishment in his eyes, and asked coldly: "You are very proud, but what is the source of your pride?"

Zheng Shangming was struck by lightning.

His punches were crushed, and so was his rage, and his easily concealed pride.

He never doubted himself. Completely rejecting any relationship at home, relying on himself alone, climbed from the bottom of the army.

To join Zhan Yu Army by himself, to become the leader of the team by himself - even with his strength, at least he should be in charge of all of them. And if relying on his father's connections, Qi Jiuzu can choose with him, among other things, the position of a lieutenant general is a certainty.

He thinks he's a hero who doesn't compromise with the world.

But I have never heard of any hero who is so vulnerable.

He was powerless in front of Wang Yiwu who framed him and played with him.

This cruel reality almost destroyed the pride hidden in his heart - in fact, until now, everything has been calculated by Wen Lianmu, including his psychological changes at the moment.

After that, how to manipulate Zheng Shangming's mood and manipulate his emotions... Naturally, there is a complete plan.

And Wang Yiwu also gave Wen Lianmu enough trust, and everything went according to the established plan.

Let Zheng Shangming see the gap in strength first, crush his confidence, polish his hatred, and reduce the negative impact. Then capture him again, lock him up, and start the follow-up.

Seeing Zheng Shangming's distraught look, Wang Yiwu completely lost the interest in saying one more word, and just stretched out his hand to grab it: "Trespassing the Grand Marshal's Mansion, I will lock you up for a few days first!"

"Wait!"

An abrupt voice sounded in the distance.

The voice was very loud, majestic and upright.

The first sound is far away, and when the sound falls, people are near.

A palm, with the vertical palm forming a knife, slashed down obliquely.

Although it is a fleshy palm, it is like a heavenly knife.

Because everything in front of me seems to be separated by this "knife"!

This is the cycle of heaven, and it is destined to be such a knife.

Wang Yiwu had no choice but to withdraw his hand that was in front of him.

He even had to take two steps back, so that he could maintain his peak attacking posture in front of the fierce aura of the incoming person.

...

In the Grand Marshal's mansion, Wen Lianmu, who was sipping tea, suddenly stood up.

"how come?"