Chapter 21

"Wow."

The strong chain fell heavily on the ground, and the crisp crash made everyone slowly return to their senses.

It was a little quiet around. Even many disciples on the martial arts platform stopped to compete one after another and looked here.

The chain of 300 Jin was turned like hemp rope by him? The explosive power of a moment directly pulls back the people of Lingwu wuchongtian?

it is beyond logic and above reason.

"How dare you smoke! The madman is becoming more and more fierce."

"It's still the same. There's a ruthless force in my bones. I never know how to bend down."

"I wonder how I can live up to now with such a hard temper. If someone else had died ten times earlier."

"Was he beaten less? How many times he was beaten and covered with blood, but his life was hard. He lived and never gave in."

"Obviously he is a servant. He just lives himself into a young master and a talent."

"He is a young master, which is called life attitude! Unfortunately, if he is not a sinner, he may really become a pro disciple."

"No elder will accept him as his own disciple. He has resentment against Qingyun sect."

"In my opinion, this boy is a threat. Don't let him turn over, otherwise some will be in chaos."

It's no wonder that the disciples around are strange. Qin Ming used to fight with the lower disciples. Now he has become a Lingwu realm and began to fight against the upper disciples. This is expected, but I didn't expect to start so hard, just like before.

Qin Ming ignored people's comments, dragged all the two chains to the martial arts arena, raised the stone jar and left here.

The disciples on and off the stage paid no attention to him, just watched the excitement and continued their cultivation.

At this time, Qin Ming suddenly noticed a handsome boy coming from the other end of the martial arts field. "Well, here he is."

Other disciples also noticed there.

"Look, look, it's Mu Zixiu? Mu Zixiu has passed the pass!"

"Ah, Mu Zixiu, I love you!"

"It's really Mu Zixiu. He's been closed for three months and finally got out of the customs. Has he entered the seventh heaven of Lingwu?"

"Fifteen year old Lingwu qichongtian, this talent is really enviable, jealous and hateful."

The visitors became the focus of the audience. There were also the screams of flower crazy girls. Men and women gathered around. The atmosphere of the martial arts field became warm and sensational.

Qin Ming put down the stone jar and looked there.

It was a beautiful young man, with a bad smiling face and soft ripples on his two thick eyebrows. It seemed that he always had a smile. His white skin set off his light pink lips, his handsome and prominent facial features and perfect face shape. When he smiled, he would show two tiger teeth, adding a trace of unruly to his sunshine and handsome.

Mu Zixiu, nicknamed Thunderbird!

One of Qingyun's family disciples, he was selected by the elder when he was ten years old and devoted himself to training. He ranked among the top of all the family disciples of this generation in terms of talent.

His spiritual power form is the same as Qin's life. It is also lightning. The martial arts he practices are "true thunder trial" personally selected by the great elder for him. It is a top-grade spiritual martial art with great power.

"I haven't seen you for a long time." Mu Zixiu was handsome and warmly greeted many disciples, especially those female disciples, which always deepened his smile.

"Elder martial brother, it's the seventh heaven of Lingwu now?" a plump female disciple leaned against him and was full of admiration.

"I just broke through ten days ago. I stayed with my mentor and listened to some teachings. I came out today."

Mu Zixiu nodded and admitted, and immediately attracted bursts of exclamations and compliments.

Of course, some people stand in the distance and grin jealousy. The 15-year-old Lingwu qichongtian is worthy of being a disciple.

"I haven't had any activities for a long time. Who is interested in competing with me today?" after some courtesy, Mu Zixiu went to the challenge arena and invited everyone to fight.

There are many disciples of Lingwu qichongtian and even bachongtian. Of course, they are several years older than him.

They were eager to try, and Mu Zixiu suddenly said, "if no one dares to challenge qichongtian, bachongtian can also."

Obviously, he didn't pay attention to other qichongtian disciples.

Several qichongtian disciples frowned, but they really didn't dare to challenge. Mu Zi's martial arts are much better than them. Although he has just entered Lingwu qichongtian, his real combat effectiveness should not be worse than himself.

Qin Ming stood in the distance and watched silently. " Thunderbird Mu Zixiu was the person he wanted to challenge most. He had this idea a long time ago, because the manifestation form of their spiritual power was lightning, and Mu Zixiu was practicing the lightning martial arts of the upper spiritual level from the beginning.

Unfortunately, the gap between them is too big. Qin Ming didn't even have the qualification to challenge before.

"Mu Zixiu, I'll challenge." a superior disciple who practiced Liuyun swordsmanship took the stage to challenge. He was also a superior disciple of Lingwu qichongtian. He was full of confidence. When he came up, he rushed out with a lunge. His body was like a dragon and his sword was like streamer. The attack was very sharp.

"Ha ha, come on. My true thunder trial has reached the fourth paragraph. Let's see how many paragraphs you can force me to use." Mu Zi's self-cultivation shape flickered, vaguely left a shadow in place, stretched his hand into claws, and clasped it on the disciple's shoulder. The speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

The disciple's face changed slightly, and he dodged decisively. At the same time, a twisted sword light rushed out in an instant, like an iron whip, straight to Mu Zixiu's throat. Tricky and smooth, which surprised the whole audience. I didn't expect it to be so fierce.

Before the tip of the sword arrived, Mu Zixiu felt something, and his throat seemed to have been forced by the sword edge. But instead of dodging, he sneered at the corners of his mouth, slapped his hands violently, making a crisp sound. His hands were firm and patted the long sword.

"Not good..." the disciple hurried away.

But

"The first section of the true thunder trial, the thunder is boundless!" Mu Zixiu's hands suddenly burst into a deafening clang, the fierce lightning seemed to explode, and the dazzling strong light burst out in an instant.

Pooh! The lightning smashed the long sword, and the lightning hit the disciple's right hand along the sword body and bounced him away.

The disciple lost his voice and screamed, his eyes were deaf, his ears roared, his right arm was numb, and he was in a mess for a while.

Mu Zixiu took off in the air and stamped his feet on the disciple's chest. The dazzling lightning gathered his feet. He was as powerful as thunder and electricity. He stamped five feet in the twinkling of an eye. The disciple fell off the ground and rolled more than ten meters away, losing his combat effectiveness.

Two moves to solve the battle, crisp, natural and unrestrained.

"Mu Zixiu, I love you!" a female disciple screamed excitedly.

"It's too strong! It's worthy of being a pro disciple. The use of spiritual power flows through the clouds without any sense of obstruction. This is the gap."

"Lightning has inherent advantages. Strong light blinds, destroys vision, thunder deafens and destroys hearing. After its power is enhanced, it can paralyze people and destroy touch. A raid can lose three of your five senses."

"It's not fun. Who else will come? It's just a competition. I'll be merciful." Mu Zixiu stood in the center of the stage, natural and handsome, accepting the cheers and worship of the whole audience. He likes to be in the limelight and does have the capital to be in the limelight.

"I'll come." a top disciple of about 20 years old stepped to the center of the stage, carrying a two meter long heavy knife.

"Liang Zheng, ha ha, good!" Mu Zixiu shrugged his shoulders and looked squarely at his opponent. This is a maverick disciple. His talent is not outstanding, but his combat effectiveness is very strong. He is a famous valiant general among many disciples of Qingyun sect.

"Liang Zheng, fuck him! Let him experience the power of our ordinary disciples."

"Crazy Dao Liang Zheng, ha ha, wonderful, wonderful."

"Liang Zheng has been practicing in the seventh heaven of Lingwu for one year. It is said that he is about to break through the eighth heaven of Lingwu."

"Don't be careless, Mu Zixiu."

The disciples who watched the battle shouted and cheered for them.

Qin Ming watched from a distance and didn't leave in a hurry. I admire Mu Zixiu's "true thunder trial". I don't know how many times he has envied this set of martial arts.

There was a roar around the martial arts platform. Liang Zheng was like a tiger and took the lead in killing Mu Zixiu. A strong wind surged up all over him. The momentum of flying sand and stones on the martial arts field was very amazing.

"Wow." Liang Zheng screamed and rose from the ground, holding the knife in both hands. The knife gathered in the strong wind and cut at Mu Zixiu. The savage strength made everyone excited and shouted.

Mu Zixiu didn't retreat but stepped into the air. He smashed his fist at the crazy knife. He was full of lightning and quickly gathered to his fist. He condensed into a lightning fist gang and firmly guarded his fist.

Qin Ming's eyes lit up. Can he really condense the lightning into a vigorous fist? He tried many times, not thousands but also 800, but he never succeeded. This requires not only very exquisite control, but also special guidance.

Boom! There was a roar in the air. Mu Zixiu and Liang Zheng both retreated. They both retreated five steps after landing.

be well-matched in strength?

"Liang Zheng, good job, beautiful."

"Mu Zixiu, abuse him, abuse him."

They played well in the martial arts arena, and the surrounding disciples were excited to see it.

"It's interesting." Mu Zixiu shrugged his shoulders and rushed to Liang Zheng with a laugh.

Liang Zheng said nothing and attacked again with his teeth.

The sand and stone danced, the loud noise and thunder were dazzling. Their offensives were both open and close, and they fought hard in the martial arts arena.