Taking weak steps, he advanced towards the scarred boy step by step. Every sound of footsteps reached the scarred boy's ears, causing his heart to stretch and contract, like the urging hands of the King of Hell holding his heart tightly. The boy with the scar had never been in such a panic before, but he felt so weak that he couldn't move. The slightest exertion would cause pain all over his body.
"Haha, the magic weapon is good, it's a pity." The words were light and there was no naked sarcasm or ridicule. Zhao Jiuge, who was also pale, said with a complicated meaning, but the chuckle made the scarred boy blush even more. It feels like a thorn stuck firmly in my heart.
After Zhao Jiuge said something lightly, he felt as if his chest was hurting. He gently raised his hand and kneaded it. He rolled his eyes and looked at the scarred boy on the ground like a lump of mud. He changed his tone and said, "But no matter how good the magic weapon is, It depends on who uses it, didn’t I tell you from the beginning, don’t be too crazy.”
The scarred boy lying on the ground trembled slightly for a few times, but the pain all over his body was as if his bones were about to be broken, making him unable to speak. He could only let Zhao Jiuge use his sarcastic words without a trace of sarcasm. He was lectured in a tone that made him even more uncomfortable.
The boy with the scar looked at Zhao Jiuge with bitter eyes, his face turned red, but there was nothing he could do.
"Your elders gave you magic arts, magic weapons and everything, but they didn't teach you how to be a human being. So I'm here to teach you a lesson today." At the end of his speech, Zhao Jiuge's gentle and calm expression suddenly turned ferocious, and his eyes widened with anger. With a violent spirit, he kicked hard and used all his strength to move towards the scarred boy whose blue sword robe was already in pieces and his hair was disheveled with blood stains on the ground.
A kick hit the scarred boy. The sluggish scarred boy's body trembled a few times and made a muffled sound. His face showed a look of pain, but he gritted his teeth and tried not to make a sound. He already looked embarrassed enough, but after giving in to Zhao Jiuge's actions, it only made him even more embarrassed.
One kick, two kicks. At this time, Zhao Jiuge looked a little crazy to everyone. He ignored the wounds on his body, and his face was even more ferocious with blood stains. He used all his strength with every kick, as if he was trying to remove the pain in his heart. It was as if he had to pay back the grievances and insults he suffered, and his actions made others feel a little scared.
From the one-sided situation at the beginning to Zhao Jiuge's comeback, to the situation where the scarred boy suppressed Zhao Jiuge, Zhao Jiuge, who was already about to lose, finally relied on that mysterious magic to win the final victory, which was far more exciting. Beyond everyone's imagination, from the experience of the sword light in the battle to the essence of the two people's spiritual power, to the final mysterious magic weapon, and the killer mysterious method, it is all amazing, and at the same time, people are amazed and a little awed. Zhao Jiuge.
Those who were the first to mock, ridicule or even directly insult Zhao Jiuge had complicated expressions on their faces and remained silent.
Zhao Jiuge relied on his own strength to give these people a slap in the face. In the end, he was still standing on the stone platform. Even though he was exhausted at this time, it was no longer important.
On the field, the sounds of beatings were still heard. Fortunately, Zhao Jiuge no longer had any spiritual power and was relying solely on his physical strength. Otherwise, if he had used his spiritual power, the dying scarred boy would have died long ago if he had been beaten like this.
The three coaches just watched indifferently and did not take any action to stop them. It was reasonable for them to be hurt during the competition. As long as it was harmless and the disciples did whatever they wanted, the coaches would turn a blind eye. What's more, the scarred boy didn't Did he also beat Zhao Jiuge a lot
"Don't think that as a disciple of an aristocratic family, you can bully others by relying on your family background. I, Zhao Jiuge, will bite off two pieces of your flesh no matter what happens. What's more, you are still a bit tender. You didn't threaten to deal with me in a high-spirited way before, and I still don't do it now. Lying down like a dead dog." As if he had beaten enough, Zhao Jiuge panted lightly, then said coldly, and then glanced sharply at the more than 80 people in the audience.
"I, Zhao Jiuge, am a country bumpkin from the mountains, but I'm not as easy to bully as you think. If I can beat one of them today, I can beat a group of them tomorrow. As I said, I don't care about life or death. If you don’t accept it, then do it.”
As soon as the words fell, the whole place suddenly became noisy. The disciples of the aristocratic family who originally looked down on Zhao Jiuge suddenly became more lively. Their faces were full of dissatisfaction, and they were threatening to take action.
"Well said! I support you." A young man with a dark face and a skinny body said loudly and excitedly. Because he was probably too excited, his face turned red, which was even more obvious against the dark complexion.
Immediately, there were many echoes. Most of these were young men from ordinary or ordinary families. After a few days of getting along with each other, they could no longer get used to the arrogance of those children from aristocratic families. They always felt that superiors looked down on them. After entering the Xuantian Sword Sect, had they entered the Xuantian Sword Sect? It didn't take long for hatred to begin.
Looking at the young man with disheveled hair on the stone like a murderous god, his body was covered in blood and his skin was torn. Even though he was embarrassed and weak, his waist was straight in this mountain peak, and he exuded a little bit of murderous intent.
Leng Rufeng, who was originally as plain as water, was an ordinary boy. Even with Zhao Jiuge's amazing performance before, his clean eyes did not waver. When he heard the last sentence, there was a smile in his eyes. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised with a hint of amusement.
This Zhao Jiuge is a bit interesting, and he seems to be a good-natured person. If we have the opportunity to get in touch, see if we can become friends.
The two of them had exactly the same idea! Zhao Jiuge had the same thought when he saw this person when he obtained the Spirit Tempering Pill earlier.
Mu Zijun, who had always been unable to see his emotions and thoughts, just raised his head and glanced at Zhao Jiuge, as if he didn't even bother to express his disdain. At this moment, Mu Zijun stopped being hypocritical and snake-like, and completely drew a clear line with Zhao Jiuge. , torn apart.
Bai Zimo also had the same idea. He looked at Zhao Jiuge with a look of jealousy, but then he quickly calmed down his emotions and lowered his forehead slightly. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years, not to mention that he has more time. There will be a chance to deal with Zhao Jiuge!
Bai Qingqing, who was also considered a child of the aristocratic family, smiled carelessly. Her smile attracted the attention of the old disciples of Yukong. She was sincerely happy for the first friend she had gained here. At the same time, she looked at the young man's touch. In this way, I feel distressed in my heart.
However, it seems that Zhao Jiuge has no intention of giving up yet. He retracted his glance towards the audience and looked at the scarred boy with scarlet eyes with murderous intent. "Forget it, just apologize, otherwise it will be my turn to deal with you." After speaking, Invisible murderous intent permeated the air. It looked like the scarred boy would really take action if he really didn't intend to apologize. Zhao Jiuge had killed Wang Dazhuang before, so he naturally showed some invisible temperament. And there was no time along the way that he was not risking his life. Nature is also infected to a greater or lesser extent.
Zhao Jiuge has never been a person who is easy to bully. It can be seen from the crazy behavior of killing Wang Dazhuang in anger. A drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water, but if you mess with me, you will have to pay back the other person. The grievances are clear.
After waiting for a few breaths and seeing that the scarred boy was indifferent, Zhao Jiuge, who seemed to be impatient, looked unhappy. He frowned and was about to crush the scarred boy's head with his kick. When he was about to lift his foot, Coach Zhou's voice came.
"Stop, this competition is over." Following Coach Zhou's words, two spiritual lights rolled up the two of them respectively. Zhao Jiuge only felt his body light up, and then he was suspended in the air, and then landed firmly on the ground.
Coach Li's face was a little serious, without the kind smile of the past. He quickly picked up the scarred boy. The rainbow light suddenly appeared and disappeared from people's sight in an instant. He flew towards the mountain, probably to treat the scarred boy's injuries. .
These elders allow their disciples to fight, so that they can be filled with the pressure of competition and appear more energetic. However, they cannot go too far and hurt their roots. They will kill Zhao Jiuge when they see him. Naturally, the three coaches will never watch again. He couldn't go on anymore, so he quickly stopped him.
Seeing Zhao Jiuge's unfinished expression, Coach Zhou said with gentle patience, "Okay, there will be another chance to compete in the future, and you win this time."
Coach Zhou, who has always been known for his sternness, actually looked at Zhao Jiuge and smiled for a rare moment, and then his words were full of spiritual power and spread throughout the audience, "At this time, Zhao Jiuge is victorious. I also hope that you can fight steadily in the future, not just with your classmates." , but can better compete with other sects."
With a few simple words, after announcing the results of the competition at this time, the topic of the competition at this time was instantly transferred to the topic of competition with other sects, so that the group of new disciples on the stone platform below , suddenly looked excited, wishing he could go out to practice and fight with other disciples of the sect immediately.
Teenagers never lack passion, and a single sentence can often make them forget their worries and focus on what is in their hearts.
When Coach Zhou announced the result of this time, the whole place roared, and some people laughed and shouted, for Zhao Jiuge's victory, and for Zhao Jiuge's admirable strength, even with some of his last brilliant words, to win over He has won the hearts of many disciples from ordinary families.
At the same time, this stop has completely spread Zhao Jiuge's reputation throughout Xuantian Peak. Both new and old disciples know that there is a young man named Zhao Jiuge in this group of disciples. His strength makes them afraid. I believe that this boy will be in trouble when he encounters it. The transformation dragon is just waiting for time to transform.
This stop also allowed Zhao Jiuge to completely occupy a place among these disciples. He could no longer bear to look down on this handsome young man. The cruelty in his bones made these disciples feel a little cold. He beat Scar like a madman. The image of the young man is deeply imprinted in the hearts of these people.
In this battle alone, Zhao Jiuge's reputation first spread.