Chapter 22: Fight

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Qin Ming stood on the stone tank and observed Mu Zixiu's fighting style.
With a bang, Mu Zixiu held Liang Zheng's sword in a strong position. At the same time, the thunder and lightning all over the body ran away from Mu Zixiu's body, all hitting Liang Zheng, like firing hundreds of silver needles. Exclaimed the audience.
Liang Zheng screamed and was shaken back more than ten steps. Many parts of his body were fleshy and numb.
Mu Zixiu chased after the situation, repeatedly hit dozens of thunder fists, and finally perturbed Liang Zheng's offensive.
"Okay, okay," Yanwuchang shouted with excitement.
Qin Ming also secretly punched his fist, admiring Mu Zixiu's fighting. Martial arts are dead, they are alive. The same martial arts can exert different powers in the hands of different people. Judging from the smoothness of Mu Zixiu's "True Thunder Trial", he is definitely worthy of the name of his disciples. No. It seems that the elder has worked him.
But at this time, Liang Zheng suddenly struck back in adversity, and the sword was incredibly split on Mu Zixiu. Many people watching this scene took a cool breath and didn't even know what happened.
Mu Zixiu escaped thrillingly. He still ripped off his chest clothes with a large knife, leaving a scarlet wound on his chest. It was not serious, but he bleed. Mu Zixiu himself was stunned. He had a winning ticket and was preparing to make an enemy. He actually overturned the boat in the gutter?
The scarlet wound was very eye-catching on his white chest.
Mu Zixiu stretched out his fingers and wiped the blood, put it in his mouth and sucked gently, the corners of his mouth evoked cruel curvature.
"I confess!" Liang Zheng closed his sword freely, and he did send Mu Zixiu a lot.
"Admit defeat? I haven't played enough, I just saw some blood." Mu Zixiu's expression changed, and he rushed to Liang Zheng.
Liang Zheng frowned slightly, but did not retreat. He took a deep breath and drew a heavy knife to swiftly meet.
"Liang Zheng is about to suffer." Qin Ming said to himself.
"Hey! Boy, what are you looking at?" There was a sudden cold voice behind him.
Qin Ming looked aside, and several young disciples came up the steps.
These people just came over. I heard that there is something to watch. I hurried here, but just came to the top of the mountain, and I saw Qin Ming standing on the stone tank and watching it vigorously.
Qin Ming ignored them and continued to appreciate the exciting showdown on the stage.
"Why are you watching?" The headed teenager shouted arrogantly.
These people are middle-level disciples, who used to bully Qin Ming a lot.
"Harm your eyes?" Qin Ming glanced at them.
"Well, you're so daring. Lingwu Santian is dreadful?"
"The courage has always been great, and you have no pressure to abuse you." Qin Ming sneered. Before he entered the Lingwu realm the year before, he used brute force to abuse these disciples who were already Lingwu ’s heavy days and beat them. Did not dare to meet for more than six months. But two years later, these disciples also slowly climbed to Lingwu triple sky.
The words immediately stimulated five people.
"At that time, we had a great deal of spiritual martial arts, and martial arts were unskilled. Now that martial arts is complete, we are no longer what we were before."
"We are no longer afraid of your weirdness."
"I'm looking for you these days, and you've come to your door."
When they remembered the affair of that year, they were angry at heart, and five people dispersed immediately and surrounded Qin Ming, preparing to humiliate Qin Ming in public.
A pretty girl sneered at them next to her: "Don't lose your control, just now Pang Hu was beaten down by Qin Ming's two punches and rolled down the road from where you came down to the bottom of the mountain. Just you? Let's play."
"Are you kidding me?" The five frowned, and the rising momentum weakened a little on the spot.
"Just joking with you? Do you deserve it?" The young girl was a bit sloppy, too lazy to take care of them, and continued to watch the fierce battle on the Yanwu field.
"Don't be embarrassed here, get out." The others yelled at them, and they all watched the battle in Yanwu Stadium eagerly.
Five disciples looked at each other, Qin Ming beat Pang Hu away? If you remember correctly, Pang Hu is the Wu Wutian of Lingwu, is it a disciple with the same name?
Qin Ming saw them flinch, and ignored them, and continued to look at the Yanwu Stadium.
Fighting on the arena is becoming dangerous.
Liang Zheng repeatedly gave up, but he couldn't hold it. Mu Zixiu never stopped, forcing him to retreat.
There was a roar and fierce thunder and lightning repelled Liang Zheng more than ten steps, and he retreated to the edge of the Yanwu Stadium.
How dare you hurt me! Mu Zixiu sneered, his left fist violently interfered with Liang Zheng, and his right palm pushed hard towards his face door, straightening his eyes.
"Liang Zheng is careful." Someone exclaimed.
Liang Zheng's eyes were dilated, and it was too late to dodge.
It's stabbing! Mu Zixiu's right palm suddenly exploded with lightning, dazzling glare, splattering electric arc, and stabbed Liang Zheng's eyes.
Liang Zheng screamed, seeing nothing.
Mu Zixiu's tight palm sturdyly banged on his face door, blasted him back, flew off the ground, and smashed into the crowd below.
"Ah!" Liang Zheng screamed in pain with his eyes in his arms, and blood swept through his fingers.
The disciples hurried up to help each other, dragged Liang Zheng to open a safe distance, and looked angrily at Mu Zixiu on the stage. Aren't you learning? As for playing such a hard hand.
But some people cheered loudly: "Pretty, Mu Zixiu wins!"
"The last blow was so handsome. Combining the facts and the facts, a move is set."
Mu Zixiu stood at the table, glanced at the screaming Liang Zheng coldly, and hummed, hurting me? act recklessly. He resumed his smile and was about to accept the cheering of the audience, but unexpectedly saw Qin Ming standing on a stone tank in the distance. He was slightly surprised, but also smiled, hey, why is this kid here?
Mu Zixiu is one of the elder disciples of the elder Qingyunzong, and naturally he is also a close relative of the elder. For Qin Ming, the person named by the elder, he has always been very concerned.
"Isn't this the Lord of the Qin Ming Shaocheng?" Mu Zi Xiupi went to Qin Ming with a smile, and heard that the boy was silent and the Wu Wu tripled.
"Mu Gongzi is good, Mu Gongzi will see you again." Qin Ming will leave here, and the inferior disciples are not allowed to appear in the performance martial arts, let alone he is also a part-time servant.
"Hey, don't go. The disciples are saying hello to your servant." Five disciples who had just eaten the food stopped Qin Ming, and deliberately bit the word 'servant'.
"Step aside!"
Five people grinned: "No!"
Huh! Qin Ming pushed the disciple's chest in front of him with a single palm, and his strength burst out. The disciple's face was still piled up, his body had flew out, and the back was exactly the steep steps. He bounced strongly after landing , Rolled all the way to the foot of the mountain hundreds of meters, no movement.
The smiles on the faces of the other four disciples froze, and they looked back and looked at each other, spitting hard. A question popped into my head. Brother, are you still alive?
Many disciples grinned next to each other, this is a hedgehog, whoever touches his hands.
"Relaxing lately, have you all come to watch Wuchang to watch the battle?" Mu Zixiu asked Qin Ming with a smile, walked down the ring, and the disciples between the two consciously separated their way.
"Here comes the delivery." Qin Ming felt helpless and couldn't walk.
"Don't be so nervous, I won't hold you to the martial arts to peek at the competition. I heard that you have three days of Lingwu, please for you."
"Trouble you."
"I'm curious how you did it. I heard you didn't practice martial arts, and you didn't use spirit grass."
"It doesn't matter to you?" Qin Ming knew exactly who Mu Zixiu was, and it was ready to pick things up.
"What's the matter, guy with no qualities." The four disciples couldn't help but be humiliated again, and Qin Ming glanced at him, holding him back.
Other disciples in Yanwuchang secretly said that it would be bad for Mu Zixiu to suddenly show interest in Qin Ming.
Mu Zixiu smiled kindly, and the sunshine was beautiful: "Our Lord of the Qin Ming Shaocheng has not yet appeared on the stage of Yanwu, come, come and stand and feel the feeling. Do n’t worry, I will take care of the accident and no one will punish you of."
"No need, talk again the next day, I still have the goods to deliver." Qin Ming lifted the stone tank to leave.
Mu Zixiu's followers smiled and stopped from the side: "I advise you to go up and stand."
Qin Ming shook his head with a smile: "Mu Gongzi's personally disciples, there is no need to entangle me for delivery."
"Don't be so nervous. I'm really not malicious. I just want to learn from you and learn how much fighting power Ling Ling Santian has. Although I'm the same age as you, I'm fifteen years old, but I'm higher than you. If you don't mind, I can give you some pointers. How about that? A rare opportunity. "Mu Zixiu looked at Qin Ming with a smile on his face.
No one can hear the meaning of the presence, Mu Zixiu is trying to teach Qin Ming under the guise of learning. You are a self-disciplined disciple of the Seventh Heavenly Army of Wuling, and challenged the third world of Lingwuling without Martial Arts. It is clear that you want to bully people. Although Qin Ming is very powerful, it can be the limit against the fourth world of Lingwuling. The reason why he lost so neatly was because he was seriously injured and careless.
Other disciples are waiting for Qin Ming's response.
Some people can't stand it: "Mu Xixiu, don't do too much, you are the Seventh Heaven of Wuling Wu, he is only the third heaven of Wuling Wu and has not practiced martial arts."
Mu Zixiu gave a cold glance into the crowd: "What are you talking about? Don't provoke my relationship with the Qin Ming Shaocheng Lord, we are normal consultations."
Fart advice! The man scolded inwardly, but didn't talk again.