The agility of Yang Ling is so much higher than that of Warrior Monk Jue Ming that it has already produced a qualitative change.
In his eyes, Warrior Monk Jue Ming's movements were as slow as a snail.
It feels like an adult fighting a seventy-year-old lady.
The only difference is that if you were really hit by this old lady, you would probably vomit blood.
Warrior Monk Staff swept past the door in front of Yang Ling from time to time, and the strong wind carried by it made the flow of Yang Ling a little messy.
There are already more than a hundred moves.
Warrior Monk Jue Ming didn't even hit Yang Ling.
His Qi and Blood was slowly falling, and he felt angry and frightened.
In the fight between the two, in the ordinary eyes of Player, there seems to be no big difference.
They didn't think Yang Ling was fast, they just thought Yang Ling could easily avoid Warrior Monk Jue Ming's attack.
But Wu Xiaochen they are different.
They are Martial Artist!
In their eyes, Yang Ling's speed has reached an inhuman level!
Almost there, Yang Ling suddenly bullied himself and used Collapse Mountain Fist, punching Warrior Monk Jue Ming on the bald head one after another.
Use Twelve-Style Vajra Leg from time to time to kick his butt a few times.
At this moment, his speed was a little faster!
It's like fighting a cock with a dog, Warrior Monk Jue Ming can only be beaten, and Yang Ling can't be hit even if he fights back.
Gradually, Warrior Monk Jue Ming felt dizzy, and his shiny head now had a lot of small bags!
After dozens of moves, Warrior Monk Jue Ming suddenly stopped, swaying like a drunken drunkard.
He reluctantly held Warrior Monk Staff in front of him to protect him and stared at Yang Ling:
"You... are Seventh Rank?"
His voice was hoarse.
No matter how dull he was, he discovered that the other party was not the Eighth Rank in the rumors, but Seventh Rank!
Much stronger than him!
Ku Jue Temple and Warrior Monk looked at each other, each seeing a hint of fear and horror in the other's eyes.
Especially that Player, his face was pale at the moment and his legs were trembling.
His eyes glanced westward, as if looking for an escape route.
But the place has long been surrounded by people, so how can there be a way for him to escape?
Yang Ling smiled and disappeared again.
Come back!? Warrior Monk Jue Ming was slightly surprised.
After a dozen moves, his stick was knocked away.
Without the stick, his Strength Attribute is not too much of a threat no matter how high it is.
Yang Ling and Indestructible Vajra Body are not afraid of Warrior Monk Jue Ming at all.
Therefore, his movements became more open and closed.
Take advantage of agility and output from the front.
His fists, legs, and even left an afterimage.
Hit Warrior Monk Jue Ming in the face again and again.
Warrior Monk Jue Ming was beaten so hard that he retreated repeatedly, and even started waving his hands randomly in an attempt to resist.
Every blow was easily pushed away by Yang Ling.
Wu Xiaochen They were stunned.
Only then did they discover that Warrior Monk Jue Ming was completely crushed by Yang Ling!
The opponent had no chance of winning from the beginning!
Warrior Monk Jue Ming kept retreating, and the crowd also kept retreating.
It knocked him a hundred meters away before Yang Ling stopped.
Warrior Monk Jue Ming still stood there, shouting and waving his hands constantly, as if to resist the air.
The Warrior Monk he brought had a pale face and stood there without saying a word, with a guilty look on his face.
"What's it called? Killing pigs?"
Yang Ling said coldly.
After a few breaths, Warrior Monk Jue Ming slowly stopped his hand and looked at Yang Ling in surprise.
His appearance was already different from before, and he was beaten into a pig's head.
The eyes were as swollen as eggs, with only a gap left.
"I now suspect that you are Rong Tribe Spy, come with me Prefecture."
Yang Ling said calmly, "Should you walk by yourself, or should I break your legs and drag you over?"
"You slandered me!"
Warrior Monk Jue Ming was shocked and angry.
At this moment, he regretted why he came here.
"The timing of your arrival is too coincidental. Giant Spirit Sect Master has just been captured by us, and you come here to cause trouble for me. Are you saying you are not Rong Tribe Spy?"
Yang Ling smiled.
"What!? Giant Spirit Sect Master!? In Changhe Prefecture!? Got caught by you!?"
Warrior Monk Jue Ming suddenly felt creepy.
In the flash of lightning, he seemed to have thought of something and said quickly:
"Yang Ling, this may be a misunderstanding. With your cultivation level, how can Hui Wu and you interact!?
It must be a misunderstanding!"
"This time Giant Spirit Sect Master was arrested, it was me and Iron Clothes Department Second Division Master Yun Ruo who took the lead."
"Rong Tribe Spy must hate me to death. I also knew that there would be some revenge, but I didn't expect that the revenge would come from Ku Jue Temple."
"That's right. Giant Spirit Sect Master He Dongfeng is the elder of Mine Gang. Behind Mine Gang is Arhat Temple. You Ku Jue Temple are also Arhat Temple's losers."
Every word Yang Ling said was like a guillotine, striking Warrior Monk Jue Ming hard.
It seemed that for a moment, he thought he was Rong Tribe Spy.
After all, the timing of his visit was indeed suspicious.
He gasped repeatedly and looked pale:
"I really don't know about this. If I knew, I wouldn't be able to come to you!"
After saying that, he looked at the Warrior Monk Disciple, furious:
"You want to harm me!?"
"No, it's not, it's..."
That Player stammered and was sweating profusely.
"Both he and you have to go Iron Clothes Department."
Yang Ling said calmly, "Whether you are Rong Tribe Spy or not, Iron Clothes Department will make a decision on their own."