At the beginning of the game, I can manifest fantasy objects

"Huh? How dare you stare at me?"

After being slapped away by Pang Bo, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy immediately darkened his face and stared at the three of them with cold eyes.

"Kid, haven't your adults taught you not to ask for things from strangers?"

Zhang Jingming spoke slightly amusedly, with a faint smile on his lips.

It is really nostalgic that such a bad boy who takes the initiative to stir up trouble can still be encountered in this world...

It is worth mentioning that it has been a year since he arrived in Lingxu Cave. According to the inscriptions of the Wheel of Life, Zhang Jingming is about to turn eighteen. At this time, his height has grown again. Much higher than his peers.

This fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy is of medium height. Standing in front of him now, he can indeed be called a child.

"court death!"

The young man yelled angrily, immediately raised his palm high and slapped Zhang Jingming hard on the face.

Facing the boy's extremely insulting slap, Zhang Jingming's expression remained unchanged and remained calm and calm.

He raised his right hand, hair first, grabbed the young man's wrist and squeezed it gently. The young man's arm seemed to be bound by divine iron. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move at all and could not break free.

"Let go!"

The boy's face turned the color of pig liver.

With a sneer, Zhang Jingming shook his hand lightly and threw the rebellious boy away. When he landed, he was smashed into the ground.

"Jing Ming, you are too impulsive."

Ye Fan on the side said worriedly, that young man who dared to act like this would definitely have backstage support that they could not afford to offend. They had only arrived in Lingxu Cave not long ago, and it was not appropriate to easily conflict with others.

Moreover, the people here are all monks. Unlike on Earth, as long as a monk comes who has achieved a little success in practice, they may not be able to please him. It is really not appropriate to show off for a short time.

"Ah! How dare you hit me! I will make your three lives worse than death! You won't be able to get out of bed for at least half a year!"

The boy was lying on the ground, furious and shouting.

"It's okay! You two go back quickly. I can handle this little thing by myself."

Zhang Jingming looked at the young men who were rushing towards this side from the crowd, and said to Ye Fan and Pang Bo unhurriedly.

"Jingming, what are you talking about? Are we that kind of people?"

Hearing this, Pang Bo immediately became unhappy and felt that Zhang Jingming's words were simply an insult to him and Ye Fan.

Pang Bo felt that there was nothing wrong with Zhang Jingming's actions. Others were going to ride on them and they would take action when it was time to take action. He was not a master who was used to swallowing his anger.

Ye Fan sighed helplessly, said nothing more, his eyes became firm, and stood next to Zhang Jingming, ready to fight.

Since the conflict is unavoidable, the three of their classmates must face it together, and no one will escape.

Several teenagers quickly surrounded Zhang Jingming and the others, all looking at them with evil eyes.

At this time, all the surrounding disciples showed fear and quickly evaded, like avoiding snakes and scorpions, not daring to watch at close range. They seemed to know these young men.

In the hands of these young men, each of them had at least six or seven bottles of Baicao Liquid, which they had obviously taken by force from other disciples.

"Hit! Beat me hard! Give them a bloody lesson! I will make them unable to get out of bed for half a year!"

The boy who had been thrown to the ground by Zhang Jingming got up, looked at Zhang Jingming and yelled viciously.

It's just that his body is covered with mud, and he looks extremely funny and has no momentum at all.

Hearing this, several teenagers moved and rushed towards Zhang Jingming and the others at the same time. Their eyes were fierce and bloody, like a pack of jackals. They were definitely ruthless characters who had seen blood.

"Sure enough, wherever there are people, there will be grudges, and even monks are not immune."

After saying this, Mark was about to step forward, but then he was stunned.

"You have to rob even the whole door, it's really...fuck! Jing Ming, leave two for me!"

Pang Bo on the side also sneered, but he was dumbfounded just halfway through his words, and immediately rushed forward after reacting.

It turned out that while Ye Fan and Pang Bo were talking, Zhang Jingming had already gotten in alone without saying a word.

I saw him slap a child, and almost all the teenagers had already received a big slap in the face.

Zhang Jingming didn't say many ruthless words. Several teenagers screamed and screamed. He slapped them all so that they spun in place for two and a half weeks, and then fell to the ground. Their cheeks were swollen, and a little blood spilled from their mouths and noses.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan also rushed forward with an ugly expression, trying his best to grab one or two heads.

The physical fitness of the three of them was far superior to that of the practitioners of the same period, but they knocked down all the teenagers in just a few strokes.

"You wait!"

The boy who started the trouble was now covered in filth and his face was swollen into a pig's head.

He reluctantly opened his eyes, glared at Zhang Jingming and the others fiercely, quickly got up, turned around and ran away.

Without being able to communicate with the source of divine power in the Wheel of Life, the monks in the Sea of ​​Bitterness Realm are only stronger than ordinary people. Compared with Zhang Jingming, Pang Bo, and Ye Fan, these teenagers are as weak as ordinary children.

"What the hell? You don't learn well at a young age! If I don't teach you a lesson, I don't know what kind of evil things you will do in the future that will make people angry."

Pang Bo looked disdainful and said in an old-fashioned way.

However, with his ten-year-old face, these words were undoubtedly very inconsistent.

"I'm afraid, we're going to be in a lot of trouble next..."

Recalling the fearless look of the other party, Ye Fan's eyes were full of worry.

There was no way, even though he looked like he was only ten years old, these two guys around him were more troublesome than the other, and it really broke his heart.

Looking in the direction where the young man was running, Zhang Jingming looked thoughtfully. It seemed that Elder Han, the chief alchemist of Rechang in the Lingxu Dongtian Ancient Road, had returned.

"Pang Bo, Ye Fan, why did you two accidentally spill these jade bottles on the ground? Even if you don't want them, you can't litter them! Why don't you pick them up quickly?"

Looking at the dozens of bottles of Baicao Liquid scattered on the ground, Zhang Jingming greeted Pang Bo and Ye Fan and stepped forward to pick them up one by one.

"Ouch! Blame me, blame me! I didn't pay attention, I was so careless!"

After being stunned for a moment, Pang Bo immediately realized what he was doing, and hurriedly stepped forward and happily bent down to pick up the small jade bottles one by one.

Looking at these heartless idiots, Ye Fan helplessly held his forehead, and then joined the ranks of picking up bottles.

Seeing this scene from a distance, the onlookers couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.

When the three of them put away the Baicao Liquid, squeezed out of the crowd, and were about to leave, they were blocked again.