Chapter 131: Don’t Litter

boom!

The sandbag in front vibrated, and Qian Yilan looked at the monitor above.

It jumped rapidly, and finally settled on five hundred and thirteen.

In the first punch, Qian Yilan did not use all his strength.

Warm up first.

This was followed by several more punches.

Five hundred and nineteen, five hundred and eighteen, five hundred and thirty-six, five hundred and sixty

Qian Yilan took a deep breath.

It feels almost done.

Qian Yilan stared straight ahead and slowly raised her hand.

This punch, go all out.

A sweet shout.

The fist wind arose and struck hard.

Violent vibration.

Qian Yilan looked at the monitor with expectant eyes.

Finally, five hundred and eighty-five!

Compared with half a month ago, my strength increased by four kilograms.

Qian Yilan is quite satisfied with this result.

Progress is a good thing.

In every realm, the closer you get to the end, the harder it will be to break through.

For example, the third level of Ming Jin.

It is easy to break through this stage from 500 jins to 550 jins, but the process from 550 jins to 599 jins is several times more difficult than the former!

Qian Yilan, nineteen years old, has a boxing strength of 585 kilograms.

When walking out of the testing room, the old man in gray robe slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Qian Yilan, "Not bad."

Qian Yilan hurriedly nodded and saluted humbly, "Fang Laomiao praised it."

Qian Yilan left the testing room and met a figure walking over.

"Junior sister,

I have something to ask you. "

It was Ping Zining.

Ping Zining's expression was gloomy, and a cold aura permeated his whole body.

Of course it's not for Qian Yilan.

"Ask." Qian Yilan also knew what Ping Zining wanted to know.

"Who is that person in the abandoned factory?" Ping Zining said in a deep voice.

"Senior brother." Qian Yilan pondered for a while, then raised his eyes and said softly, "This person is very important to us at the moment. You can't cause trouble for him."

Ping Zining's eyes flashed with anger.

Don't make trouble for him?

Could it be that he was so frightened that he peed and collapsed on the ground? This humiliation should just be forgotten?

That, absolutely, cannot, can.

Ping Zining's eyes grew colder, "Junior sister, actually, I can find out even if you don't tell me."

Qian Yilan frowned.

This Ping Zining is only in the early stage of the third level of Ming Jin, and his boxing strength is within 520 kilograms at most. He became a disciple earlier than himself, because Ping Zining's family background was prominent, and his father was a high-ranking guest minister in Qian Yilan's disciple!

"Senior Brother Ping." Qian Yilan's expression turned cold, "I said, he is now an informant in an important case, and you must not cause trouble for him."

"What case, why don't I know about it?" Ping Zining asked.

"I don't need to tell you everything." Qian Yilan asked the same question, and his voice became a bit louder.

For a moment, some of the nearby warriors couldn't help but cast their gazes over with doubts.

Ping Zining's expression was as low as water. After a while, his eyes suddenly widened and he said, "In my opinion, he is not an informant at all, but you are deliberately trying to protect him!" Ping Zining's eyes burst out more. Strong anger, "Who the hell is he to you!"

Qian Yilan's eyes turned cold.

He bypassed Ping Zining and strode away.

She didn't want to say a word to this senior brother Ping.

When they reached the center of the martial arts training ground, Qian Yilan paused subconsciously and looked sideways.

On the Chinese Xuanyuan list, at the top of the list is the three characters of King Yama, filled with evil spirits.

"Perhaps, in today's world, only "King Yama" is a truly upright man. "

A large number of men were lying down.

Facts have proved that no matter how smart a woman is, she also has a blind side.

However, the upright man in Qian Yilan's eyes is now eating instant noodles and reading a magazine.

Looking at the time, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

"Did Teacher Jun go to Mr. Jun's place again?" Luo Feng muttered to himself. After eating a bowl of instant noodles and reading a magazine, he felt that the room was a little dull, so he walked out and walked carelessly along a street. step.

Without a deliberate destination, Luo Feng walked on his own.

Before I knew it, I had arrived at an embankment where the Pearl River flows.

At night, the lights on both sides of the river are reflected in Hanoi, making the waves sparkling and looking exceptionally beautiful.

Luo Feng's figure stood on a stone bridge, staring at the night in the distance.

The place is relatively remote and very few people pass by.

Suddenly, a ship rowed down from upstream, attracting Luo Feng's attention.

"It's so late, and we're still clearing out the garbage in Hanoi." Luo Feng was in awe of these unknown workers. Although the night was beautiful, if these people were salvaging garbage from Hanoi all the time every day, there would be no trace of garbage on the shore. How can people enjoy the most beautiful night scenery?

Generally speaking, no one pays attention to these small boats that clear garbage from the river.

Luo Feng has been to this place countless times and usually doesn't pay much attention to it.

Tonight, on a sudden whim, I stared at the boats rowing down from upstream.

"Um?"

Luo Feng suddenly noticed a subtle and unusual aura.

His eyes were fixed on the small boat.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the boat. A figure wearing a bamboo hat on his head raised his hand, and a sharp silver light suddenly flashed.

Luo Feng was shocked.

Want to commit suicide?

At this time, the small boat happened to pass under the stone bridge.

Almost subconsciously, Luo Feng jumped down.

You can't just watch a life pass by and remain indifferent. Moreover, it's the staff member who cleans the river that he just admired.

"Don't!" Luo Feng's figure descended from the sky and landed on the boat with a plop, "Don't get too distracted - ah!"

Luo Feng suddenly couldn't help but exclaimed, his pupils widened, "Don't you want to commit suicide?"

The man wearing a bamboo hat had a plain face, his eyes were elongated into a thin line, and it seemed that he could not open them no matter what.

Luo Feng appeared so suddenly that he didn't even have time to react. Luo Feng had already snatched the dagger from his hand. The expression of the man wearing a bamboo hat immediately changed.

"It's better not to commit suicide." Luo Feng realized after he jumped that there was a misunderstanding. The man's dagger did not stab him.

Instead, he pointed a large sack in front of him.

"But, what are you doing?" Luo Feng couldn't help but asked the man wearing a bamboo hat in confusion.

Facing this uninvited guest who dropped from the sky, the man's expression changed several times, then he tried his best to calm down and said softly,

"nothing."

Luo Feng's eyes fell on the big sack in front of him. Recalling the man's sword power just now, he suddenly remembered something, and his eyes immediately looked at the man wearing a hat with a bit of contempt.

I have long heard that people secretly come out to throw garbage in this river at night. All dead pigs, chickens and ducks are thrown into the river. Their behavior is simply outrageous.

"Brother." Luo Feng sighed and patted the man on the shoulder, "Don't litter!"

As he said that, Luo Feng curiously drew his knife across it, wanting to see what the garbage in the big bag was.