MTL - Dark Moon Era-Chapter 727 This is just the beginning

  Chapter 728 This is just the beginning

  At that moment, early morning.

  On the first snowy day, the morning light has an inexplicable brightness.

  The snow on the ground has already accumulated very thick, and the white and dazzling reflections of the morning light are a bit dazzling.

In this light, everyone’s eyes were on Zhanyi and Liszt, only that the dazzling light made Liszt’s arrogant face a little pale, and the smile that Zhanyi suddenly showed was somewhat inexplicable. The teeth are very white.

  What to do?

  Everyone was guessing, but before they could react, they heard a bang, and the fist with the wings spread directly hit Liszt’s face.

  'Huh,' Van Persie sighed after seeing this scene.

  'Hiss', many soldiers present took a breath.

  The Supreme Commander Li Lie had no expression on his face.

  While Liszt’s arrogant expression has not disappeared, the expression of error has just emerged.

   was beaten? ! Hit it directly in the face? ! Is it true or false? ! Liszt's first reaction was not anger, nor anger, but completely unbelievable doubts.

  Because his body technique has already been microscopic, he even began to explore the realm of water. When facing an attack, the microscopic body method that he has practiced for many years has already formed muscle memory, and he can subconsciously dodge without the need of the brain to make instructions.

  So, why was it hit by this seemingly unremarkable punch?

  But what if you don’t believe it? This punch is not light, the pain from the gums directly affects the teeth, and the cheeks are not painful, but a kind of hot swelling, just like Liszt's brain at this time, a little dizzy and dizzy.

   didn't know if it was because of mood or because of being beaten.

  "Fake? Liszt was beaten?"

   "Impossible, this punch has no skill, it just smashed through, why didn't Liszt hide?"

   "Liszt underestimated the enemy, and I didn't expect this wing to hit him, so I was beaten?"

   "Why do you want to fight Liszt?"

  The audience was silent for a while. From the appearance of this wing to the present, it seems that it has been deliberately made to make people guess the puzzle. The huge doubts are like exploding in people's hearts, and there is no time to think of anything else.

  Liszt is not a person who likes nonsense. If he was beaten in full view, he didn't need to say anything threatening, and he immediately shot back. It is the best way to stamp the enemy under his feet.

   So he didn't even think about it, so he immediately fought back towards spreading the wings.

  The punch just now happened by coincidence, it must be! Who would have thought that a recruit would come, and directly attack himself.

  That punch is like an ordinary person punches, maybe because of that

  When Liszt shook his fist, he was thinking about the punch in his mind. In fact, there is nothing to recall, because Liszt didn't even see it clearly, but he really didn't have any skills, and he didn't even mobilize the basic punch!

  Liszt’s fist is very hard and fast, otherwise he would not be the first person in the Spark team.

  It was at Liszt, and even everyone thought that spreading the wings would be punched back by Liszt, and then he would receive a profound lesson.

  The stunned thing happened again. After spreading the wings and hitting this punch, he squatted down very naturally. His straw shoe laces were not so strong, they had been unraveled, and he was tying shoelaces.

   Just such a move, unexpectedly avoided Liszt's punch by mistake.

  Liszt did not expect this result, so he staggered before he could close his fist.

  Actually, this is just an ordinary fight between soldiers. No one can be too serious. It is impossible to use energy, talents and the like.

  Star Fire Brigade encourages the fight, but does not want to cause serious injuries and lives.

  Under such circumstances, no one thinks that Liszt’s strength is due to Liszt’s lack of strength. In fact, does Liszt’s strength have to be proven repeatedly?

  It’s just that you can’t fight too seriously, plus all coincidences. That’s what everyone thinks.

  But although everyone can understand, do you want to say that this situation is embarrassing? It's embarrassing.

  What's more, when Liszt was not using this wing and he staggered, the wing just raised his head and saw Liszt's movements.

  I don’t know why, Zhanyi’s eyes seemed to have some magical power, which made Liszt a little guilty, who happened to be staring at him.

  "Do you want to hit me?" Zhanyi asked.

What is the problem? Liszt’s lungs were almost exploding, and it was obvious that this man had beaten himself first inexplicably, and it was not natural to fight back.

  At this time, if you don’t say something, people will be mad.

   Just when Liszt was about to curse, Zhanyi suddenly jumped up, and once again, when everyone did not react, he slammed Liszt with a punch.

   missed! This time it will definitely not hit! Instead, they will be beaten!

  This is everyone's idea.

  Unexpectedly, the winged fist once again accurately landed on Liszt’s face, just like before, the left cheek, the position of the lower gum! !

This is impossible! !

  Someone whispered, and the fist of Zhanyi was still rude like an ordinary drunk who beat people out of nowhere, but was such a powerful Liszt still beaten? What is the reason for this? Not only was he beaten, but it felt like standing there, spreading his wings, and even sending his face up to be beaten.

  Liszt is cooperating with the wing spread?

   "Hit me? You actually want to hit me?" Zhanyi was even more angry than Liszt, and he punched it down without any intention of stopping, and then another punch.

  Old location, no deviation! Punch after punch!

  It's like a violent storm, and the fists don't stop, and the mouth doesn't stop.

   "Hit me, why are you hitting me? I'm fine."

   "I hate people hitting me the most! Do you know?"

  Everyone was stunned, and had to admit that the punches that spread their wings were very fast, and in less than five seconds, they made at least twenty punches.

  Whether these punches all landed on Liszt’s face, the soldiers present could not see clearly even with the best eyesight, so I was not sure.

  But the punch is very powerful, but it is definitely not enough to fight Liszt without fighting back, even dodge.

  Although this is not a serious battle, all the geniuses present have already seen that there are problems, absolutely problems.

  Some people in this style of play always feel that they are so familiar, but they can't match the way of fighting with anyone.

  It was Liszt who was so depressed that he was about to explode.

  In the eyes of others, he seems to be swaying from side to side, standing and being beaten, and it feels like he is coordinating with spreading his wings. In fact, he is absolutely dodge, almost using his body skills to the extreme.

  But why, the more you move his proud body, the more it feels like sending him to the door to beat Zhanyi?

  The fist that spreads the wings is fast, and it hurts when hitting the face. It is not very lethal. Liszt knows if he is serious.

  No, I can't bear it anymore, I have to be serious.

  Proud like Liszt, can’t stand others insulting him in such a flattering way, trampling him in such a way of taking advantage.

  This wing extension should have special skills, and Liszt is not stupid.

At that moment, he even thought of Tang Ling’s precision instinct, but this was not the same as Tang Ling’s precision instinct. Tang Ling’s precision instinct was studied by Liszt, and it was based on'movement', that is, The enemy will have to predict if he moves.

  But this is definitely not the case with the winged fist in front of him. Regardless of whether he moves or not, the winged fist precedes him, that is, he does not move, and his fists are just waiting for him.

  This subtlety is clearest to Liszt, who was beaten.

  So Liszt thought that he had encountered another ability. The wing in front of him had nothing to do with Tang Ling, or the precision instinct.

  ‘Boom’, another punch hit Liszt’s face, in the same position, unchanged.

  At this time, Liszt's efforts exploded, and his momentum began to rise.

  Originally dumbfounded, and were so shocked that they couldn't say anything, the soldiers who belonged to Liszt's forces finally reacted.

  Star Fire Brigade encourages fights. At this time, it violates military discipline a little bit, so you don’t have to be too scrupulous even under Li Lie’s nose.

   "What are you doing? You want to fight."

   "Gan, can you find the fault?"

   "X are you, the recruits are so arrogant?"

  A group of people gathered around, cursing, and standing all night anyway, mostly because of the wings in front of them, the resentment in their hearts was serious and their hands were itchy.

  It seemed that he didn't care about spreading his wings. At this moment, his fist suddenly stopped.

  The whole person was wrong, and Liszt's body was intertwined. At this moment, the wings spread suddenly stopped the body again, and the body control at that moment made people think of the once amazing Tang Ling.

  "Have you seen the real wind and snow?"

   "The kind of snow that is quick and anxious, every piece is like a third-order purple moon soldier waving a knife, and it will leave blood on the face."

   "You rubbish, not as good as snow."

  What does this mean? Liszt's eyes widened, and doubts flashed in his eyes, even overwhelming his shame and anger.

   "This is just the beginning."

  Liszt didn’t know why, but a chill came from the bottom of his heart. He turned his head, just as he spread his wings and turned his head, their eyes crossed.

  At this moment, the calm and even a little cynical thing that enveloped the eyes of the spread wings disappeared. Some were just cold hatred and raging anger. The deepness made people feel a little familiar, but strange.

   "Go!"

  Wings spread at this time, the body is twisting, which is obviously impossible, but it is very natural. If the water rotates

  This turned around, so that the body of the wings spread full of strength, and it happened to kick Liszt’s ass.

  Liszt had never thought of having such a kick. Even if he thought of it, he would definitely not be able to hide it.

  Humiliation, more humiliating than a slap in the face.

  Who can kick his ass? The elder of the hero family, a commander with a strength of at least Tier 4 or higher on the training field, or Li Lie.

  He was kicked in the **** by a recruit now?

  Liszt was serious, and the energy was instantly lifted, dissolving the force of kicking his ass, and his body did not move.

  But this is still humiliating, and it feels even silly. Think about the scene, kicked in the ass, and then stood there motionless like a fool.

  At this time, everyone who followed Liszt had also surrounded him.

   wanted to push and yell at Zhanyi, Zhanyi didn't care at all, and walked lightly in the crowd. The strange thing was that under such circumstances, no one could touch the corner of his clothes.

  No one knows how he came out of this circle without incident.

  Until I walked out more than ten meters, Zhanyi stopped: “Do you want to fight? It doesn’t matter, it’s okay for a group of people.”

  While talking, he just dusted his clothes.

  In fact, there is something to dust about his clothes, they are already very dirty.

  These words, coupled with this action, all these people who followed Liszt felt shame. They satirized what a group of people were capable of bullying one person, and then expressed that even a group of people would not be seen in the eyes.

  This recruit is so hated as soon as he arrives. Does he want to die?

   "Get out of the way, it's my business and his business." A huge energy exploded in the crowd, although it was only the strength of a Tier 3 Purple Moon Warrior.

   But there is a kind of crushing, great pressure that makes people unable to breathe.

  This is the energy that belongs to Liszt, everyone is very familiar with it. Liszt gets serious, and the wings will be scrapped at this time.

Most people who don’t care about themselves are holding their arms around their chests, ready to watch the big show. Han Xing stood in front, his heart was full of refreshment. He liked this wing very much, and even admired that if Liszt dared to do this, he would also do it. Help spread the wings, he decided.

  Liszt’s followers also stepped aside.

  This kind of serious matter is a big hatred, and outsiders can't interfere. Although many people think that this is a disadvantage, it will not rise to this level.

  After all, only Liszt knew what Zhanyi said in his ear, he wanted to eliminate this trouble, even if it violated military discipline.

  The crowd retreated, Liszt stood in the snow.

  He is very calm and can't see a hint of anger. Anyone who is familiar with Liszt knows that this is a normal performance, and Liszt is like that.

  But at this moment, such a serious moment, even if you hold back a lot, some people still want to laugh.

  Because I don’t know how many punches Liszt has made on Liszt’s left cheek, Liszt’s face is serious and serious. Is it really appropriate?

   "Hahahaha." Han Xing smiled unscrupulously: "Unbalanced, half a pig's head and half a human head, Liszt, can you make up your right cheek yourself?"

   "Hahaha."

   "Ha ha ha, I am not, I didn't mean to laugh."

  In fact, it can be held back, but Han Xing is too hateful.

  But Zhanyi didn’t smile. He half turned and looked at Liszt. The wind lifted up his hemp coat, and he narrowed his eyes: "Seriously?"

   "I can't ask for it!"

  A faint momentum began to climb on Zhanwing, but at this moment, with a ‘pop’, Li Lie closed the so-called letter of introduction of Zhanwing in his hand.

   Without warning, Li Lie's figure flashed, and from the high platform instantly came to the center of the confrontation between Zhanyi and Liszt.

   Before everyone could see clearly, they saw Li Lie’s figure disappear again.

  When everyone looked at it clearly again, they saw Li Lie holding Liszt’s right leg in one hand, twisting him upside down, holding the left leg of the wing with the other hand, and carrying him upside down.

   "True when the Spark Brigade has no military discipline, when I don’t exist?!"

   With a ‘boom’, the crowd dispersed, without command, immediately stood in the previous formation.

   "Is it interesting?"

  In the unobtrusive ordinary barracks, Luwa was sitting in a wheelchair, looking out the window, her eyes still flashing with a bright light, and a smile on her mouth.

  **

  The top of the hill, the hut, it is the same morning.

  In the animal skin room, there is a faint scent wafting, this kind of scent is only slightly smelled, and I feel inner peace and tranquility.

  A magical lotus-like plant, slightly above the ground about five centimeters, floating in the air full of mystery.

  A closer look, you can find that this lotus flower is originally blue. The so-called nine colors are just the composition of the light it emits~www.novelbuddy.com~ Seeing it, there is a feeling of being able to see through itself and instantly understand the world.

  A piece of fish skin with a scorching sun pattern stretched out, and a bead with colorful rays was hung on the beam of the room, which complemented the floating lotus.

There are also energy potions and spiritual potions on the table at the moment, slices of sliced ​​fierce beast meat with mysterious lines, undoubtedly super fierce beast meat, this thin piece of paper wing, the size of a fingernail, it is Tang Ling can bear the limit.

  The state is better than ever.

Tang Ling has been sitting cross-legged in the room for an hour. He has always remembered that among the training books he took out from Dreamland, he once said that when breaking through or cultivating major skills, the state of mind is best to reach the realm of'emptiness'. .

The realm of emptiness is difficult, and it is different from entering the emptiness of visualization. It is the most thorough kind of calmness. Leave a piece of clear spirit.

  Tang Ling couldn't do it yet, but the calmness of his heart was adjusted to the limit he could do.

  Breakthrough, start.

  Enter, visualize!

  Gene lock, appear! !

  (End of this chapter)