Qin Ming stood on the stone vat and observed Mu Zixiu's fighting style.
There was an explosion, and Mu Zixiu held Liang Zheng's sword strong. At the same time, all the thunder and lightning all over his body rushed together, separated from Mu Zixiu's body, and all hit Liang Zheng, as if hundreds of silver needles were fired, causing The whole audience exclaimed.
Liang Zheng screamed and was knocked back more than ten steps. Many parts of his body were torn and numb.
Mu Zixiu took advantage of the situation to pursue him and fired more than ten thunder fists, finally disrupting Liang Zheng's offensive.
"Okay, okay," the crowd in the martial arts arena was excited and shouted wildly.
Qin Ming also secretly clenched his fists and admired Mu Zixiu's fighting. Martial arts are dead, but they are alive when used. The same martial arts can exert different powers in the hands of different people. Judging from the smoothness of Mu Zixiu's "True Thunder Judgment", he is definitely worthy of the name of his direct disciple. No. It seems that the great elder has put a lot of effort into him.
But at this moment, Liang Zheng suddenly fought back in the face of adversity, and the sword struck Mu Zixiu incredibly hard. Many people watching this scene gasped and didn't even know what happened.
Mu Zixiu narrowly dodged, but the clothes on his chest were still torn open by the big knife, leaving a scarlet red wound on his chest. It was not serious, but it was bleeding gurglingly. Mu Zixiu himself was stunned. He had a sure chance of winning and was preparing to defeat the enemy with one move, but he ended up capsizing in the gutter
The scarlet wound on his fair chest was very eye-catching.
Mu Zixiu stretched out his fingers and wiped the blood, put it in his mouth and sucked gently, with a cruel curve at the corner of his mouth.
"I surrender!" Liang Zheng put away his sword very freely. He was indeed far behind Mu Zixiu.
"Admit defeat? I haven't had enough fun yet. I just saw some blood." Mu Zixiu's expression changed and he took the initiative to rush towards Liang Zheng.
Liang Zheng frowned slightly, but did not retreat. He took a deep breath and bravely attacked with his heavy sword.
"Liang Zheng is going to suffer." Qin Ming said to himself.
"Hey! Boy, what are you looking at?" A cold voice suddenly came from behind.
Qin Ming turned to look and saw several young disciples walking up the steps.
These people had just arrived. They heard that there was a good show to watch, so they hurried here. But when they arrived at the top of the mountain, they saw Qin Ming standing on the stone jar and watching with enthusiasm.
Qin Ming ignored them and continued to enjoy the wonderful showdown on the martial arts stage.
"Why the hell are you still watching?" the leading boy yelled arrogantly.
These people were middle-level disciples and had bullied Qin Ming a lot in the past.
"Is it bothering you?" Qin Ming glanced at them.
"Hey, you're so brave. Are you already a master of the third level of Lingwu?"
"I've always been very courageous, and I don't have any pressure to torture you." Qin Ming sneered. Before he entered the Lingwu realm the year before last, he used brute force to torture these disciples who were already at the first level of Lingwu at that time, beating them to the point where they were beaten. I haven’t dared to meet him for more than half a year. However, two years have passed, and these disciples have slowly climbed to the third level of Lingwu.
These words immediately stimulated the five people.
"We were in the first level of spiritual martial arts at that time and were not proficient in martial arts. Now that we have mastered martial arts, we are no longer the same people we were before."
"We are no longer afraid of your strange power."
"I was looking for you these days, and you brought me to my door yourself."
They were angry when they remembered the embarrassing incident of the year. The five people immediately dispersed and surrounded Qin Ming, preparing to humiliate Qin Ming in public.
A pretty girl next to them sneered at them: "Don't overestimate your capabilities. Just now, Pang Hu was punched down by Qin Ming. He rolled to the bottom of the mountain from the way you came. Just you? Let's go and play."
"Are you kidding?" The five people frowned, and their high momentum weakened a bit on the spot.
"Are I kidding you? Are you worthy?" The girl was a bit too pretty, too lazy to talk to them, and continued to watch the fierce battle on the martial arts field.
"Don't embarrass yourself here, get out." Others yelled. They were all watching the battle in the martial arts field with great enthusiasm, and how could they care about this place.
The five disciples looked at each other. Qin Ming beat Pang Hu away? If I remember correctly, Pang Hu is in the fifth level of Lingwu. Is he a disciple with the same name
When Qin Ming saw them retreating, he ignored them and continued to look at the martial arts field.
The battle on the martial arts field is becoming dangerous.
Liang Zheng repeatedly admitted defeat and couldn't hold on any longer. Mu Zixiu did not give up, and forced Liang Zheng to retreat.
There was a roar and fierce thunder and lightning that drove Liang Zheng back more than ten steps, and he staggered back to the edge of the martial arts field.
How dare you hurt me! Mu Zixiu sneered in his heart, struck hard with his left fist, disturbing Liang Zheng, and pushed his right palm hard into his face, hitting both eyes.
"Liang Zheng, be careful." Someone in the audience exclaimed.
Liang Zheng's pupils dilated and he wanted to dodge but it was already too late.
Stab! Thunder and lightning suddenly exploded in the palm of Mu Zixiu's right palm. The dazzling light and splashing arc stung Liang Zheng's eyes.
Liang Zheng screamed and couldn't see anything clearly.
Mu Zixiu's tight palm hit him firmly in the face, knocking him back, flying off the ground and hitting the crowd in the audience.
"Ah!" Liang Zheng held his eyes and screamed in pain, blood dripping from his fingers.
The surrounding disciples hurriedly came up to help him, dragging Liang Zheng to a safe distance and looking angrily at Mu Zixiu on the stage. Isn't it a discussion? As for being so cruel.
But some people cheered loudly: "Beautiful, Mu Zixiu wins!"
"The final blow is so cool. It combines reality and reality to determine the outcome in one move."
Mu Zixiu stood at the edge of the stage, glanced coldly at the screaming Liang Zheng, and snorted, hurt me? act recklessly. He regained his smile and was about to accept the cheers from the audience when he unexpectedly saw Qin Ming standing on a stone vat in the distance. He was slightly surprised, but also smiled, hey, why is this kid here.
Mu Zixiu is one of the direct disciples of the Grand Elder of Qingyun Sect, and naturally he is also the Grand Elder's confidant. He has always been concerned about Qin Ming, the person named and punished by the great elder.
"Isn't this Young Master Qin Ming?" Mu Zixiu walked towards Qin Ming with a smile. I heard that this kid was silent in the third level of Lingwu.
"Hello, Mr. Mu. Goodbye, Mr. Mu." Qin Ming wants to leave here, and lower-level disciples are not allowed to appear in the martial arts field, let alone his part-time job as a 'servant'.
"Hey, don't go. My direct disciple is greeting you as a servant." The five exhausted disciples stopped Qin Ming and deliberately emphasized the word 'servant'.
"Step aside!"
The five people smiled evilly: "No!"
Bang! Qin Ming pushed the chest of the disciple in front of him with his palm, hitting hard and bursting out with concentrated force. The disciple still had a smile on his face, and his body had already flown out. Behind him was a steep step. After landing, he bounced back hard, bang bang bang. , rolled all the way to the foot of the mountain hundreds of meters away, and there was no movement.
The smiles on the faces of the other four disciples froze. They looked back blankly and swallowed hard. A question popped into my head, brother, are you still alive
Many disciples nearby looked at him and grinned. He was like a hedgehog. Whoever touched him would prick his hand.
"You have been leisurely recently, are you in the mood to come to the martial arts field to watch the battle?" Mu Zixiu asked Qin Ming with a smile, and walked down the ring. The disciples between the two consciously parted ways.
"Here to deliver the goods." Qin Ming was helpless and couldn't leave.
"Don't be so nervous. I will not hold you accountable for coming to the martial arts arena to peek at the competition. I heard that you have reached the third level of spiritual martial arts. I am happy for you."
"Thank you for taking the trouble."
"I'm very curious about how you did it. I heard that you didn't practice martial arts or use spiritual herbs."
"It has nothing to do with you, right?" Qin Ming knew very well who Mu Zixiu was, and he was ready to stir up trouble.
"What are you talking about? You have no quality." The four disciples couldn't help but humiliate them any more, but Qin Ming glanced at them and held them back.
The other disciples in the martial arts field secretly thought that it would not be a good thing for Mu Zixiu to suddenly show interest in Qin Ming.
Mu Zixiu's smile was warm and sunny: "Our Young Master Qin Ming has not been on the martial arts stage yet, come on, come up and stand, feel the feelings. Don't worry, I will take the responsibility if something happens, and no one will punish you. of."
"No, let's talk another day. I still have goods to deliver." Qin Ming picked up the stone jar and prepared to leave.
Mu Zixiu's entourage stopped him from the side with a smile: "I advise you to go up and stand."
Qin Ming smiled and shook his head: "Young Master Mu's direct disciple, there is no need to pester me as a delivery boy."
"Don't be so nervous. I really don't mean any harm. I just want to discuss with you and learn how much combat power you have in the third level of Lingwu. Although you and I are the same age, we are both fifteen, but our realm is higher than yours. , if you don’t mind, I can give you some advice. How about it? It’s a rare opportunity." Mu Zixiu looked at Qin Ming with a smile on his face.
But the implication could be heard by everyone present. Mu Zixiu wanted to teach Qin Ming a lesson under the guise of a discussion. You, a direct disciple of the seventh level of Lingwu, challenge a third level of Lingwu who has no martial arts. It is clear that you want to bully people. Although Qin Ming is very powerful, it should be the limit to fight against a fourth level of Lingwu. Pang Hu just said The reason why he was defeated so cleanly was because he was seriously injured and was careless.
The other disciples were waiting for Qin Ming's reaction.
Some people couldn't stand it: "Mu Zixiu, don't go too far. You are at the seventh level of Lingwu. He is only at the third level of Lingwu and has never practiced martial arts."
Mu Zixiu glanced at the crowd coldly: "What are you talking about? Don't sow discord between me and Young Master Qin Ming. We are just discussing and giving advice normally."
Damn advice! The man cursed in his mind, but said no more.