Chapter 53: The Fusion of Past and Present Life

Young Master An apologized: "Baste!"

"You are not worthy of fighting with me!"

"If you want to fight, fight! Stop talking nonsense!" Wang Ce's coldness appeared, and the ghostly "snatching shadow" was displayed, and he was immediately under the scorching sun, as if he was looking at a ghost. The figures approached Mr. An with an extremely surprising speed and cleverness!

The half-emperor soul is really awesome, and the person in front of him is obviously pretending to be!

The shadow-grabbing step entangled with ghostly, immediately as if he was snatching the shadow of Young Master An. Wang Ce looked cold and leaned forward, and took the first move of the mountain fist in the world! A loud bang sounded loud!

Mr. An's face changed, and a little surprise surged in his cold and arrogant look. Then, surprise turned into shame and anger!

Even though Mr. An tried his best to dodge and looked down upon him for a moment, how could he avoid the shadow-snatching him? He was immediately hit by the backing fist of the eight directions and flew away like a kite!

Wang Ce sneered: "Playing in front of me? I forgot to know you, I can only do the job of pretending, your job is struck by lightning!"

He said this on his mouth, and he was slightly surprised. This Young Master An actually had a strong wind, and his cultivation was really shocking!

Young Master An jumped up, pointed at Wang Ce with a red look full of shame and anger, saying, "You, you trash, can actually hit me! Ah!" A roared, as if a wild dog who consciously had his dignity provoked rushed over.

Wang Ce greeted him: "If you want to fight, fight, fight early, and do everything sooner, don't talk nonsense!" He slid around his body, and he seemed to be skiing, hanging his shadow of Young Master An in a slight and weird way!

The shameless and angry Young Master An was six years older than Wang Ce, and his cultivation was seven levels higher. After a series of fists and feet, even though he was extremely fierce with his fists, he could not help but Master An’s deep cultivation, and even knocked Wang Ce backwards.

I have to say that although Mr. An seems to be 20,000 or 50,000, he does have a certain amount of capital of pride. Otherwise, with this guy's ability to speak out, he would have been plotted against by the people of Nanya long ago.

Boom! After several fights, Wang Ce was secretly frightened and was not in a hurry to get out of the situation immediately! He simply lacked real actual combat, and this time he happened to use Young Master An as a training partner!

Everyone has different temperaments, resulting in different tactics and preferences.

There is a saying: There are no two leaves that are absolutely the same in the world. So what about leaves?

The same martial arts are left to different people to practice. Some people can practice superbly, while others cannot practice it even if they are alive. This is the difference in personal personality.

Wang Ce gave Api and others the practice. Obviously, Api especially preferred the backing fist, but it seemed very difficult for him to take the shadow step. This is also a difference in personal personality reflected in combat style.

Lao Gu was very strange. He gave Wang Ce martial arts, including strong backer fists, light and vast sword techniques, and strange shadow-taking. This is because Lao Gu knew that a warrior's style of warfare often lays the foundation at this age.

Wang Ce's luck is actually good. Lao Gu may not be a good martial arts teacher, but the way he lets Wang Ce think about himself gives Wang Ce room to form a style.

Many martial arts teachers want to copy each apprentice into another self.

What kind of person is Wang Ce? He can't even say he himself. If he hadn't had the experience of being paralyzed for six years in his previous life, he might have fallen into selfishness and shameless despair on the road to making money, and might have become ruthless.

However, the experience of paralysis and death made Wang Ce understand life better than many people in the world, more open-minded, more enthusiastic and more energetic. However, this experience also made Wang Ce live in his heart this devil.

Everyone has a devil in their hearts. This was Wang Ce’s motto in the last life. He has always been good at using the devil who restrains his own devil and seduces others.

The devil in Wang Ce’s heart is called willfulness!

Sometimes, you know that something should not be said, but you say it and do it, and then you will feel that you were just an idiot. This is the devil called willfulness.

Wang Ce is not afraid of death because he has died once. Wang Ce is afraid of death because he still has infinite life and is looking forward to wonderful things. People are such a complex contradiction.

What kind of personality is Wang Ce? What style is it? He doesn't know.

Wang Ce was confused. In a blink of an eye, he felt as if he was instinctively exerting martial arts. When he fought with Young Master An, he gradually got rid of some awkwardness and became familiar. And it seemed that he had engraved martial arts into his body's instinct.

What am I at a loss? Why am I at a loss?

Wang Ce suddenly asked himself.

In the last life, in this life, there were many thoughts and countless memory fragments overlapping. Accompanied by martial arts, the blending bit by bit, and the burning of threads.

Stranger, familiar, past, present, novel, old-fashioned. Intersect, exchange, alternating!

The backing fist, the vast sword technique, and the shadows are taken away! Wang Ce is confused, instinctively fighting, but he is free and free, and is natural. In the beginning, inheritance, turning and turning, there is gradually no trace of awkwardness.

Open your eyes to see the new world. Don’t bow your head, don’t raise your head, look directly at it, and look at it in front of it.

I, Wang Ce, are here!

Young Master An was furious, and there was no trace of pretending to be cool: "Bastard, you actually used me to train!"

The breath vibrated, and in an instant, the strong wind blew violently! This could even easily blow the strong wind that collapsed a wooden house, but Wang Ce floated like a piece of paper, no, like a feather. Once it was soft, how could Mr. An’s strong wind be damaged?

The joyful laughter was shaken, and the cheers of Ruk, Api and others came into his ears. Wang Ce smiled and looked back, and saw Ruk's swollen face. Ruk pointed at his face and shouted: "Ace, beat me to death..."

A cold light appeared in Wang Ce's eyes, bullying himself in front of him, and he was about to hit Young Master An in front of him! But he suddenly turned around and came behind him.

It seemed as if at that moment, Wang Ce had already penetrated all his martial arts. He stomped his feet and started from the ground, exerting his whole body's strength, gathering it on his waist, condensing a huge explosive power!

Boom! This seemingly ordinary punch actually made the ground thunder!

Even if Mr. An had the strong wind to protect his body, the strong wind did not equal all. In an instant, the strongest and most thorough punch that Wang Ce had hit the face.

"I will never forgive you!" Young Master An let out a beast-like howl, like a kite falling off. A handsome face swung and swelled up, and blood and several bloody teeth spurted out of his mouth!

Among the crowd watching the battle in the distance, there were many masters who were amazed: "Good boxing skills, such a powerful Wang Ce. He actually practiced a not-so-powerful boxing skills so well!"

Someone thought: "I heard that Wang Ce was injured in his head more than half a year ago, which led to his combat power being greatly reduced. Now it seems that what he said is untrue. With his cultivation level, he can actually penetrate the Gangfeng with one punch, and he has definitely practiced this boxing technique to a profound level."

Another person laughed and said, "Wen has Wang Ce, Wu has Zhu Haitang. This sentence is about to change."

In fact, this sentence was originally used to ridicule Wang Ce for his poor martial arts. However, after returning from his trip to Zanzhou, in the hearts of officials who were familiar with the matter, this sentence was praised.

Young Master An touched half of his face and teeth as swollen as a steamed bun in disbelief!

He is a disciple of Beiming Sect and a pride of heaven. Whenever he goes, people will give in. How could he lose, how could he have such an experience?

He suddenly let out a shrill and sharp roar, and a handsome face twisted and hideous: "Wang Ce, I will take your life!"

The sword was brushed out of the sheath, and the long sword pointed at the air, and the breath was shaken: "The war spirits combined! Go to death!"

"The sword breaks through the sky!"

Many masters of the Nanya immediately changed their faces: "Double combination! Not good! It will be a death." The Nanya people hope to teach Wang Ce and others a lesson, but it hurts their lives, so it is definitely not in the imagination.

Before he could finish his sentence, Young Master An actually soared into the sky, transformed into a stream of light, and rushed down at an extremely fast speed. The sword light was surging, and the murderous aura surged into the sky!

In a vague sense, Wang Ce even felt that he was vaguely stabbed in his eyebrows and heart!

What a fast sword technique! What a fierce sword technique!
Chapter completed!