Under One Man: Helming the Thunder

Wang Bing looked at Bai Ling contemptuously, and said in a commanding tone with a look of self-respect.

"Huh?"

"It's impossible to admit defeat. Even if I want to admit defeat, I have to beat you until you can't take care of yourself before you admit defeat, right?"

Bai Ling showed his big white teeth and said.

"Looking for death, I'm going to beat someone to death today, and then swallow your soul alive!"

Wang Bin's face changed, and he roared at Bai Ling.

"Don't scare me, I'm afraid~"

Bai Ling made a frightened expression, which made the audience on stage laugh out loud.

Wang Bing's face suddenly became uneasy, he controlled one of the Eight Miraculous Skills, Ju Ling Dispatch General, this little boy is not only not afraid but also ridiculed him, he really deserves death.

Wang Bing took the lead, rushed towards Bai Ling, and punched Bai Ling in the chest.

"That's all?"

"Wang Bing, go home and farm!"

The fist pierced Bai Ling's chest, Wang Bing was overjoyed, but unexpectedly, Bai Ling stared at Wang Bing calmly and said sarcastically.

It was only then that Wang Bing realized that his punch didn't feel like hitting, but felt like piercing through the air.

Bai Ling gently raised his hand, and punched Wang Bing in the eye.

Wang Bing covered his eyes and took two steps back.

"Damn you, my grandfather is Wang Ai, how dare you hit me?"

Wang Bing yelled at Bai Ling like crazy.

"Your grandfather is Wang Ai, and my master is still Zhang Zhiwei. Let me have a firecracker with your mother!"

Bai Ling moved, lightning rushed to the thunder fist, and punched Wang Bing one after another.

Wang Ai on the stage stared intently at Bai Ling on the field, his eyes sparkled with fire.

Although Wang Ai really wanted to end, but facing Zhang Zhiwei, he didn't have the courage!

On the field, Wang Bing was beaten ten meters away by Bai Ling.

"Boy, did you enjoy playing?"

Wang Bing got up from the ground, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and asked with a sinister smile.

"It's okay, the hand feels almost mean, why don't you take off your clothes and let me hit you again?" Bai Ling replied thoughtfully.

"Get off your mother!"

Black energy billowed from Wang Bing's body, and a spirit body appeared behind him.

"This one was originally prepared for Zhang Lingyu, it's cheaper for you!"

Wang Bing waved his hand, and the spirit body rushed towards Bai Ling with all its teeth and claws.

So the question is, if people cannot touch the spirit body, how should it be eliminated?

Bai Ling's understanding is very simple, if you can't hit with fists, then use thunder.

To put it bluntly, spiritual bodies are ghosts. Should people be afraid of ghosts?

Don't be afraid, because the human heart is worse than evil spirits!

"Thunder Pond!"

Lei Chi is a skill created by Bai Ling when Zhang Zhiwei taught him his combat experience.

Bai Ling stomped his feet lightly, and the ground changed. The originally flat ground became winding and winding, like a lake full of thunder!

The spirit body fell into the lightning pool, and turned into a fried kid in a short while!

"Wang Bing, come here!"

Bai Ling pointed at Wang Bing, hooked his fingers, and said provocatively.

Wang Bing looked at Lei Chi, who was only one step away, and did not dare to act rashly.

He could only continue to summon the spirit body and pounce on Bai Ling, trying to attack Bai Ling in this way.

It's a pity that when the spirit body enters the Thunder Pond, it is like a mud cow entering the sea, and they all disappear.

"If you don't come here, then I will drag you!"

Bai Ling showed a smirk, Lei Qin used it, and Tian Tian cable flew towards Wang Bing.

The cable tied Wang Bing's waist, and Bai Ling pulled hard, dragging Wang Bing into the Thunder Pond, wading all the way over.

Wang Bing let out a miserable cry, and the thunder in the thunder pool caused damage to Wang Bing's internal organs.

Bai Ling fished Wang He out of the pond, and kicked him down again.

Have you ever seen fried pancakes?

After three times of deep frying, the crust can be crispy and delicious!

Bai Ling picked up Wang Bing again, raised one foot, and stepped on Wang Bing's hand bone.

With a click, Wang Bing screamed again~

Wang Ai on the stage couldn't stand it any longer, turned his head and said to Zhang Zhiwei: "Old Heavenly Master, we admit defeat!"

But Zhang Zhiwei said calmly: "Admitting defeat in the competition requires contestants to speak up on their own initiative, and no one else can interfere!"

Wang Ai's face turned dark when he heard Zhang Zhiwei's words!

Is this fucking biased? Do you Longhushan have any face?

But does Wang Ai dare to say anything?He dare not!

He didn't even dare to wrestle with Zhang Zhiwei, he could only watch helplessly as Bai Ling broke Wang Bing's hands and feet.

"Is it the referee that he doesn't admit defeat, as long as no one is killed?"

Bai Ling turned Wang over with his feet, and asked the referee on the stage.

"Yes!"

The referee nodded.

After hearing this, Bai Ling deliberately raised his head to look at Wang Ai on the stage, then raised his foot provocatively, aimed at Wang Bing's spine, and stepped on it fiercely.

"Ah~"

Wang Bin screamed and passed out.

"Referee, he fainted, did I win!"

Bai Ling asked.

The referee then shouted: "Bai Ling wins!"

〖That’s all for today, because I’m still queuing up at the hospital to get my child vaccinated, and I’ll update it on time tomorrow! 〗

Chapter 76 Wang Ai's Invitation

After the game, Wang Bing was sent to the infirmary of Longhushan for treatment.

As soon as Bai Ling left the arena, he was stopped by two men in black suits.

"My master, I invite Young Master Bai."

One of the black suits spoke to Bai Ling.

Bai Ling raised his eyebrows slightly. At this time, there is probably no one else who can invite him, except Wang Ai, who wants to raise a teacher and question him.

Luo Tian Dajiao is not over yet, Wang Ai does not dare to do anything outrageous in Longhu Mountain.

After all, as the registered disciple of the old heavenly master, once he touches himself in Longhushan, it means that Wang Ai slapped Longhushan in the face and the old heavenly master in the face.

Wang Ai had a deep thought, he would never do this.

And under the watchful eyes of everyone, if he takes himself away, if something happens to him, he can't escape the responsibility.

"it is good!"

Bai Ling followed the two black suits to the place where the ten men in the back mountain lived.

Bai Ling walked into the room, and saw Wang Ai sitting alone in the room, smiling and amiable, like a kind old man.

"This junior has seen Senior Wang!"

Bai Ling saluted Wang Ai very politely.

"You're welcome, please sit down!"

Wang Ai's tone was unusually calm, even with a hint of gentleness.

This made Bai Ling unable to understand what the old guy Wang Ai was up to.

"I don't know what the old Wang wants to do with the junior?"

Bai Ling asked Wang Ai.

Holding a card between two fingers, Wang Ai flicked it lightly at Bai Ling.

Bai Ling reached out to take it, and put it in front of his eyes, it was a bank card.

"What is the meaning of this, Senior Wang?"

Bai Ling was completely dumbfounded. He thought Wang Ai was going to ask the teacher for a crime, but instead he gave himself a bank card.

Could it be that he beat his grandson by himself, and he enjoyed it, so he gave him a reward?

"Hahaha~"

"Those feel hot?"

Wang Ai asked with a big laugh.

"really!"

"As the saying goes, if you don't get rewards without merit, you must have merit if you receive rewards. I really don't know where the merit is?"

Bai Ling put the bank card on the table and asked puzzledly.

"Old man, although you dote on Bing'er, you know that you are used to him forever. Although you hit him harder today, you can still wake him up. This is merit!" Wang Ai said in a flat tone.

Bai Ling was slightly taken aback. If he hadn't read the comics, he might have been tricked by Wang Ai, an old dog.

Wang Ai is an old dog with great ambitions and a small belly.

Wang Ai has always adhered to the practice of clenching his fist with one hand and holding the money bag with the other.

In troubled times, fists are used to protect money bags, and in prosperous times, money bags are used to support fists.

This is the foundation of their royal family's livelihood.

Wang Ai has been bullying forces smaller than him, such as the Feng family.

He even once wanted to take the Feng family as his own.

It's a pity that now is the prosperous age, and he doesn't dare to go too far.

"Since he has merit, that kid will be disrespectful!"

Adhering to the principle of not taking advantage of the bastard, Bai Ling took the bank card into his pocket.

Seeing that Bai Ling had collected the money, Wang Ai had a smile on his old face.

"In terms of seniority, you should call me Grandpa Wang, and I will call you Xiaobai from now on, is that okay?"

Wang Ai asked Bai Ling with a smile.

"Of course it's fine, call it whatever you want!"

Bai Ling took the money, so of course he had to give him some good looks.

"Xiaobai, have you considered changing your way of life?"

"According to my investigation, your salary and commission are very low wherever you are. Why don't you come to my Wang family to do something?"

"You will have inexhaustible wealth and a superior status!"