Chapter 43

The next morning, Zheng ZiNuo was in a trance because he was tired physically and mentally last night and slept very dead. He was called up by Dongfang Shenyong. He didn't get better until he had breakfast.

After making out with Yin and Yang, he followed Feng Qingyun and others to the drill ground. Alert, he looked at the lihuofeng disciple sitting next to him and found that Wang Qing and Li Fei, who was seriously injured by himself, were sitting in it. A hanging heart finally came down and smiled at them subconsciously.

But Wang Qing and Li Fei were horrified. They did not dare to look directly at him, nor did they have the arrogance of yesterday.

"Game 11, start now!" as the referee's loud voice sounded, the noisy and lively drill ground suddenly quieted down.

"Let's invite Qu Junlin of xuanming Palace on the 21st and Zhao Enbo of haotianmen on the 22nd to compete."

"It's good that the first competition didn't have our disciples of Lingyin sect." Zheng ZiNuo whispered with Yin and Yang in his arms.

"Eh? Look at Qu Junlin in xuanming palace." Feng Ziyan suddenly said.

"What's the matter?" Zheng ZiNuo asked. Looking along Feng Ziyan's fingers, he saw a young man in white, about eleven or twelve years old. Yushu Linfeng was walking towards the high platform.

"Didn't you find out? The clothes of xuanming palace disciples are yellow, but only he is white. It's really unique," said Feng Ziyan.

"Oh, maybe he likes white, whatever." Zheng ZiNuo said. At this time, the two people in the field have come up.

To say that Qu Junlin was a young Yushulinfeng, Zhao Enbo, who was a few years older than him, was much uglier. In black, he was already dark. He looked darker, with thick thighs, burly figure and less upright facial features.

When they stood together, almost everyone's eyes focused on Qu Junlin, especially those girls who were pregnant with spring. They didn't even blink for fear that Qu Junlin would suddenly disappear from under their own eyes.

"Start the game!" the referee gave an order and the two men immediately went on alert.

"Wu soul appeared!" they drank out almost at the same time, and a faint purple shadow emerged from behind Qu Junlin.

"Ah! Purple martial spirit, the top martial spirit!" all the audience almost exclaimed in unison. Then there was silence and quiet breathing, but then there was the sound of surprise and admiration, which added to the already excellent Qu Junlin. At this time, he was like a crowd of stars supporting the moon, which was so eye-catching.

At the same time, Zhao Enbo's blue high-level martial soul, which was also very shocking, was completely compared and looked so bleak. But none of the people present paid attention to the ugly boy.

On the rostrum, the leader of xuanming palace smiled like a flower and talked to the people around him.

Purple martial spirit is a rare rare martial arts talent in a hundred years. Especially under the situation of crazy excavation of martial arts talents in the two empires and the martial arts hall of the divine religion, purple martial spirit is very rare in unofficial sects. Lingyin sect has been handed down for thousands of years, and less than five predecessors with purple martial spirit talent have appeared. Among them, Miyagi is still possessed and missing, It is conceivable how valuable the purple martial spirit is.

"Start of the game!" the referee on the high platform was shocked and stood for a long time before he reacted. He watched the two people in the field still motionless and made a sound again.

"Oh! Ah..." Zhao Enbo was slightly stunned when he heard the speech. He reacted from his surprise. Although there was a gap between him and his opponent in martial spirit talent, the real gap in soul power was not large. He was 14 years old and was a level 20 martial arts master. From the perspective of soul testing formula, Qu Junlin should look like level 21 or level 2, and his opponent was several years younger than him. He had to fight for it, Therefore, while Qu Junlin was still enjoying the admiration and admiration of the people, he first launched an attack.

There are no colorful moves, let alone gorgeous posture. Simply rise up, and then the body rotates rapidly at high altitude. The legs are close together like an electric drill, falling from the sky and attacking Qu Junlin.

The electro-optic dragon drill is a yellow martial arts attack leg technique. With the help of the momentum of flying, it can completely condense the soul force on the legs. It can instantly burst out 130% of the attack power, with a certain probability of electric shock paralysis effect. It is very powerful.

Seeing his opponent's attack from the sky, Qu Junlin's pupils contracted for a while. He didn't shrink back at all. Instead, he pushed his body down slightly, pressed his right hand down to his knee, and burst into a drink: "wind rolling formula!"

With the roar, his body suddenly ran up, unbiased, and his right fist attacked the charged legs falling from the world from bottom to top.

The wind rolling formula is also a yellow martial arts attack fist technique, which can instantly explode 130% of the attack power, with the effect of wind attribute.

A whirlwind swept up, making it difficult for Zhao Enbo, who was immersed in the battle, to open his eyes and shout bad. He once again increased his soul power and injected it into the electro-optic dragon drill. He did his best and put all his eggs in one basket and attacked Qu Junlin.

Qu Junlin was also slightly surprised. If he wanted to avoid the attack of his opponent at this time, it would not be difficult, but his high-profile appearance was doomed that he could not and could not shrink back.

"Fight!" Qu Junlin also clenched his teeth fiercely. Originally, he added a level of soul power to the level 20 soul power and blasted into the air.

"Dong..." the fist and foot hit each other with a loud bang, followed by an amazing scene. Zhao Enbo's two trouser legs burst in the air, his trousers turned into shorts, flew upside down, drew an arc in the air, fell heavily on the edge of the platform, and almost fell down.

Qu Junlin's handsome white coat and half of his clothes were broken. How far did his body slide against the ground? He also reached the edge of the venue. He was disheartened and looked like a jade tree in the wind when he just came on stage. He was disheveled and ragged, like a beggar.

"Hmm!" they groaned at the same time, and the quarrel penetrated a trace of blood. Especially Zhao Enbo vomited a big mouthful of blood. The whole person was depressed, one leg was completely numb, and couldn't get up after climbing for a long time.

Although Qu Junlin was embarrassed, he also stood up shakily, reached out to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, sorted out his long black hair, and slowly walked towards Zhao Enbo.

He was extremely angry. Originally, according to his calculation, the opponent's first exercise of Kung Fu was generally a tentative attack and would not exert his full strength, but who knew that Zhao Enbo fought his life and did it with all his strength without even calling.

It was a little late for him to try his best. He only had time to fight with level 21 soul power. Although his attack power was stronger than that of the opponent's master, Zhao Enbo still hurt himself by taking the posture of falling from the sky and fighting for his life. His proud image was destroyed in an instant, and he was angry, But the restless soul force in his body made him feel very uncomfortable. He reluctantly gathered up the residual soul force. He prayed that Zhao Enbo would not admit defeat so that he could vent himself.

But obviously, his wish didn't succeed. Before he was three meters away from Zhao Enbo, Zhao Enbo signaled to the referee that he conceded, so he conceded.

"Hum!" Qu Junlin snorted angrily. A handsome little face was distorted by anger. When he looked at the referee and saw that he signaled that he could leave, he was unwilling to step down and wanted to find a ground to drill in.

"Hahaha..." the audience burst into laughter.

Originally, the extremely serious atmosphere was cheered up by Qu Junlin's embarrassed departure. He came on with a dignified appearance and ended up like a beggar. These two very different scenes seemed to make Qu Junlin look like two different people, even the leader of xuanming Palace on the podium who had been talking and enjoying himself, even though his disciple won the game, He felt ashamed.

"This guy named Qu Junlin is really funny, ha ha..." Zheng ZiNuo couldn't help laughing, but looked at Zheng Zizhou not far away and found that he was frowning deeply. He didn't know what he was thinking. He immediately calmed down. The two brothers get along all year round. Although they can't reach the realm of spiritual connection, they also know some of each other's thoughts.

After seeing Qu Junlin leaving, Zheng ZiNuo knew what his brother was thinking. He must have seen his purple martial soul talent and his cultivation reached level 22. He was worried.

"It seems that my brother is bound to win the championship of this game." Zheng ZiNuo whispered to himself and found that Wang Qing was missing from the disciples of lihuofeng. He was wondering where he had gone, and the second game was announced.

Because the opening match was too shocking, although there were some jokes in the end, there were still two martial arts masters who exceeded level 20 at a young age. Moreover, one of the martial arts soul talents was purple top and the other was blue top. They all used the yellow attack skill at the same time in the confrontation, which really opened the eyes of everyone present.

But the next few games will be much worse. Until the end of noon, I didn't encounter a level 20 martial artist, that is, I only encountered one blue martial soul talent, and the process of the game is not very wonderful.

After lunch, about an hour's rest time, the afternoon game began, but the only thing that surprised Zheng ZiNuo was that Wang Qing, sitting not far from him, had to run out from time to time, and every time he came back, he covered his belly with his hands, turned pale, and even floated along the way.

Zheng ZiNuo secretly calculated that the drug had an effect last night. Judging from his performance, it seemed that there was no big problem, but looking at his slightly weak appearance, Zheng ZiNuo estimated that it should be laxative. After a little reasoning, he felt that his calculation should be correct.

Although Wang Qing and others are not decent people, they dare not be so presumptuous as to really poison people in their own family. At most, they just put some laxatives. They want to make their opponents collapse, and they are unable to fight at that time.

Unlike other poisons, once you take the antidote, you can relieve it immediately. Once you take the laxative, you have to pull it dark. Even if you find it early and take the antidote, it will take half a day to relieve it. But when you find it, it is estimated that you are about to collapse. In this confrontation between the enemy and me, don't say you have some collapse, just don't make yourself reach the peak state, Wang Qing will be defeated even if he meets a stronger opponent, so it can be said that stealing chicken can't erode rice this time, and he can't think why Zheng Zizhou around him is as good as nobody, but he is about to die.

Although there were some wonderful games in the afternoon, they were almost the same as in the morning. No one reached the cultivation of level 20 martial arts division. Until the last game, Li Fei of Lingyin sect played against Zhang Qiong of haotianmen, there was another blue martial soul, Li Fei of level 20 martial arts division.

Seeing Li Fei's appearance, Lingyin sect, especially lihuofeng disciples, shouted loudly, raising the atmosphere of the battlefield to the extreme.

But what puzzled lihuofeng's disciples was that Li Fei didn't seem very willing to play until the referee called for the third time. He struggled to get out of the crowd and walked to the high platform with a pale face. At this time, Wang Qing, who was also pale, looked bitter and stopped talking at his back. He turned his head angrily and looked at Zheng ZiNuo without saying anything, He prayed and sat down again.

On the podium, when he saw Li Fei walking out, Liang Youming, who was full of joy and ready to show off his master with all the experts around him, suddenly felt like an electric shock. He rubbed his eyes carefully, and some couldn't believe his eyes. He found that Li Fei looked the same as usual, but from his vain blood and uneasy look, He saw a very bad sign, and his originally extremely excited mood suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.

"Start the game!" the referee gave the order as the players were in place.

Zhang Qiong first summoned the martial spirit, but it was blue. After a little exploration with the soul measuring formula, Li Fei's lucky heart completely sank down with the cultivation of level 18 warriors.

Originally, he was still thinking that if he met an opponent below level 15, he could fight for the possibility of aggravating his injury and be sure to win, but the opponent was a strong man at level 18. Don't say he was seriously injured. Even in his heyday, he had to go all out to win.

Seeing Li Fei staring at the martial spirit behind her, Zhang Qiong was a little proud and secretly said that it must be that the level of martial spirit or cultivation of the hairy boy in front of her was too low. She was stunned by me.

"Hello! Younger martial brother Li, here we go!" kindly reminded him that Zhang Qiong was sure of winning the game.

Hearing the speech, Li Fei woke up from his meditation, shook his head secretly, clenched his teeth fiercely, said secretly, fight, and never give up like this, otherwise the master would peel my skin.

The blue martial spirit quietly emerged, but it was slightly floating. The experts on the podium wondered at the same time. Liang Youming was even more surprised. He stood up under the brush and said to himself, "how could he be hurt?"

What kind of vision they have. They can feel that they are inseparable from each other just by looking at a person's body. Moreover, the martial spirit can reflect all the conditions of the person. He is like another form of the person. Therefore, these experts will know your body condition when they block their eyes.

"Younger martial brother Liang, don't you know whether your beloved is hurt or not?" Wan Qianjun sneered, "but younger martial brother Liang, you hide so deeply. We don't know when there is such a gifted disciple."

"I......" Liang Youming felt angry at the speech, sat down angrily and looked at the battlefield with worry on his face.

"Blue... Blue martial spirit!" but Zhang Qiong, his opponent, did not find any flaws. As soon as he saw Li Fei's blue higher martial spirit, his heart suddenly contracted, like missing a beat. Moreover, from the blue martial spirit, he also felt at least level 20 martial arts cultivation, and his heart sank.

"It turns out that younger martial brother Li is an expert and is hidden. I think he was scared silly by my martial spirit. Hey..." Zhang Qiong thought in some frustration.

At this time, the referee signaled the two people to start fighting for the second time, and they both looked at the referee and hesitated to admit defeat.

"Hey! Forget it, have a fight!" the two people are a little connected at this time. They look at each other again. Their eyes have changed from a little depressed to firm.

"Ah!" they both burst into a rage at the same time and bullied the body. There was no martial arts practice, but a simple exploratory attack. Zhang Qiong gave a right fist, but what surprised him was that Li Fei gave a left fist.

"Dong..." the two fists intersected. Originally, Zhang Qiong was preparing to be beaten back, but it didn't happen. Instead, her opponent snorted and stepped back three steps. Her face became more pale. She put away her left hand and covered her right arm. She showed her teeth for a while. It seemed that she had been hurt by herself.

Zhang Qiong was overjoyed. Could it be that she had made a breakthrough in her cultivation in the secret way? At present, she was merciless. She practiced the attack skill of orange martial arts - whirlwind leg launched with all her strength, and instantly burst out 120% of the attack power, which reached level 22 and flew towards Li.

"Not good!" Li Fei was shocked to see his opponent's full strength to perform the orange martial leg cultivation method. He hurried back three steps and tried his best to use the soul power in his body to perform the Yellow martial defense skill thick soil formula. He knew that as long as he resisted his opponent's move, he might win.

However, when he was ready to go all out and display this unique defense skill regardless of all the consequences, there was a stabbing pain in his right shoulder, and the closed holes were suddenly broken by himself. The shoulder that had stopped bleeding was bleeding again. His soul power was slightly sluggish and his mind was turbulent. Only less than level 18 soul power can be called, However, the basic soul power to use the thick earth formula was level 20. He gritted his teeth fiercely, regardless of all the consequences, and was finally forced to use it at the last critical moment.

"Dong......" there was a dull sound. There was no doubt that Li Fei, who was seriously injured, did not have as much defense power as he actually could, and his persistence time was very short, even though he tried his best to stimulate his soul and successfully used the thick earth formula for defense. After being kicked by Zhang Qiong's whirlwind leg, he disappeared in the blink of an eye, and his body jumped high, fell off the court and lost the battle.

The scene was silent. It was incredible and unbelievable. Except for the excitement of haotianmen, other disciples thought they were wrong. In particular, Lingyin sect, lihuofeng and others rubbed their eyes hard. Others secretly said that they were not dreaming.

Liang Youming on the rostrum jumped up in an exaggerated way. When Li Fei was kicked off by Zhang Qiong, he had already fallen to the side of the field, reached out to catch Li Fei's fallen body, lit a few points on his wound, with cold frost on his face, and was preparing to question. He found that the disciple in his arms had already fainted in pain.

He looked at Zhang Qiong angrily, which made Zhang Qiong shiver. Then Liang Youming took Li Fei and went to other hospitals without looking back.

"What's going on? The level 18 warriors beat the level 20 martial arts masters without fighting back?" Feng Ziyan asked for unknown reasons.

"Oh, he was injured in advance," Zheng ZiNuo replied casually.

"Hmm? How did you know he was hurt?" Yurong and others asked in surprise. Only with her cultivation can she detect his injury from Li Fei's martial spirit. How did Zheng ZiNuo, an eight year old child, know?

"Cough... I... I guess. Didn't you see a lot of blood flowing out of his chest when elder martial brother Li flew down from the stage?" Zheng ZiNuo scolded himself for being too careless and almost slipped his tongue.

Obviously, they didn't doubt much. At this time, the last game was over, and the main doors gradually left. Zheng ZiNuo looked at Wang Qing and others with some apology. He secretly said that he was still too heavy yesterday, and then picked up Yin and Yang and left behind Yurong and others

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"Say! How did you get hurt?" about half an hour later, under the careful treatment of Liang Youming and others, Li Fei's injury gradually stabilized and woke up. Liang Youming kept walking and looked like frost. When he saw him wake up, the first thing he asked was how he got his injury.

"I... I..." Li Fei glanced at Wang Qing, who was standing behind Liang Youming with his head down. He hesitated. He was not afraid of Zheng ZiNuo's revenge. As Zheng ZiNuo said, he took into account the problem of face. A master of level 20 martial arts cultivation was killed by an eight year old child under the condition of full defense, When you don't use any soul power, you will be seriously injured in one move. If you say it, no one will believe it.

"I... I'll tell you... Shifu." Wang Qing hesitated for a moment, flopped down and said to Liang Youming, "tell Shifu that Zheng ZiNuo hurt his younger martial brother."

"What are you talking about?" Liang Youming stood up from the bed and shouted, "is Zheng ZiNuo or Zheng Zizhou injured?"

"Yes... It's Zheng ZiNuo, the eight year old apprentice of martial uncle Feng." Wang Qing explained again, but her heart was so nervous that she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Liang Youming.

"Hum..." Liang Youming was very angry and sneered. He sat down and continued, "well, it was Zheng ZiNuo. Tell me how he hurt Feier. By the way, tell me how you were hurt in the last duel with him."

"Yes, sir." Wang Qing bowed down and knelt on the ground to tell Liang Youming the story in detail.

After about an hourglass, Liang Youming's face first turned red, then turned red and white. Finally, after listening to it, his face completely turned white. An eight year old child did not use any soul power. He hit a level 20 martial arts master seriously with a bamboo arrow, which is no different from legends and myths.

"Go! Let's go find Feng Qingyun to settle accounts!" but Liang Youming's reason has been completely replaced by his anger. He has carefully cultivated a talented disciple for many years and has not earned any face for himself. He has been beaten down by others. Such a spiritual blow is more serious than his physical blow.

Although the eight veins of Lingyin sect except the main peak Qiantian peak, the other seven veins have a peaceful surface, everyone in the mainland wants to be the leader and stand out in front of the whole world. In particular, the four major martial arts events like this are a rare opportunity to show, but they were destroyed by Zheng ZiNuo. Anyone who has self-restraint can't help being angry.

"Feng Qingyun! Come out here. If you don't give me an explanation this time, don't say I don't give you face!" Liang Youming yelled when he came to Xunfeng peak's other courtyard with Wang Qing and other disciples far away from Huofeng.

"Hmm? What's the matter?" Feng Qingyun and others, who were eating, were surprised at the speech. Zheng Zi didn't shout well and shrank back.

"Dayong, go out and see what your martial uncle Liang is calling?" said Feng Qingyun.

"Yes, sir." Dongfang Shenyong put down the dishes and chopsticks, opened the door and asked, "have you eaten, martial uncle liang? The master is having dinner. Come in and tell me what you want."

"Hum! He's still thinking about eating!" Liang Youming was furious. Then he rushed in and shouted, "Feng Qingyun, what your little apprentice did!"

"Hmm? Younger martial brother Liang, what do you mean?" Feng Qingyun frowned at the speech, got up and asked. If others bully you and don't attack, it's not a man.

"What do you mean? Why don't you ask your little rabbit!" Liang Youming pointed to Zheng ZiNuo sitting next to Yurong and shouted.

"He is an eight year old child. What can I ask him? Just tell him if you have anything. I want to eat!" Feng Qingyun said coldly.

"OK! OK, Feng Qingyun, if you don't explain things to me today, I'll sue you at the master martial uncle!" Liang Youming trembled angrily.

Seeing Liang Youming's posture, Feng Qingyun knew that something big must have happened. Ignoring Liang Youming's threat, he turned to Zheng ZiNuo and asked, "ZiNuo, what did you do? Made your martial uncle Liang so angry?"

"I... I didn't do anything." Zheng ZiNuo looked up at Feng Qingyun and said wrongly, "Last night I went to find my brother Zheng Zizhou. When I passed by elder martial brother Wang's cabin, I overheard them plotting to harm my brother and poison the tea my brother drank. So I was very angry and planned to report it to the master. They found out, so he and elder martial brother Li threatened me to duel with me!"

"What? You dare to poison!" Feng Qingyun drank coldly and looked at Wang Qing who was as frightened as a cicada behind Liang Youming.

"No... no, we just want to take some laxative." Wang Qing was so frightened that she trembled and fell on her knees with a thump, kowtowing to Liang Youming and begging for mercy.

"You... You!" Liang Youming added fuel to the fire and was almost spewing blood.

"Younger martial brother, it's hard for you to report it to the patriarch and martial uncle!" Feng Qingyun touched the melon and raked it upside down.

"Elder martial brother Feng, let's not mention this first. I'll teach these ignorant children a lesson when I go back." Liang Youming's attitude changed a lot when he heard the speech, and said again, "But your capable little apprentice has seriously injured my two disciples twice, even the last time. This time, he not only seriously injured Feier, but also lost his chance to win the competition. The most hateful thing is that he almost lost his life. You have to give me an explanation?"

"Oh? Is there such a thing? Why don't I know?" Feng Qingyun looked at Zheng ZiNuo suspiciously. "When did my little apprentice become so powerful that he could hurt your martial arts master of level 20 cultivation without injury? Younger martial brother, did you make a mistake?"

"This... This..." Liang Youming was speechless by Feng Qingyun. In a hurry, he shouted coldly, "ask this boy to summon the martial spirit. I'll check whether he has the ability to hurt my two disciples!"

"It's really bad. I've sealed Zi Nuo's martial spirit for nearly half a year, and I'm going to seal it until his physique meets my requirements." Feng Qingyun said.

"Wu soul is sealed?" Liang Youming was surprised.

"Yes, Wu soul has been sealed. He is no different from an ordinary eight year old child now. How did he hurt your master?" Yurong said.

"I... this... Listen to my apprentice. He was wounded with a bamboo arrow. Bamboo... Bamboo arrow..." Speaking of later, even Liang Youming had no confidence and was embarrassed to go on. He was wounded by an eight year old child with a bamboo arrow when his soul power was sealed. Who would believe it? Even if they were masters of Wuxian, it was not so easy to hurt a level 20 martial artist with a bamboo arrow without using any soul power, but Zheng ZiNuo didn't think so It may reach the cultivation of Wuxian.

"Ha ha... Younger martial brother Liang, you're not joking." Yurong retorted, "you just give me a bamboo arrow. I'm not sure that I'll seriously hurt a level 20 martial artist without using soul power."

"I......" Liang Youming shouted to Wang Qing, who was kneeling on the ground without retorting. "You said, how did he hurt Li Fei?"

"I... he... He was really hurt with a bamboo arrow." Wang Qing hesitated and said without confidence.

"Don't lie to children." Feng Qingyun said with a bitter smile, "it's not that you and Li Fei drank too much last night. They came back and saw the wrong person. They were hurt by other children, but they blamed me on my disciple. If you want to rely on me, you have to make it up. Who will believe you if you say so?"

"I... I didn't lie, master. I didn't lie. Sobbing..." Wang Qing was frightened and wronged, and only shed tears.

Zheng ZiNuo, who looked on one side, couldn't bear it. When he was hesitant to admit that he was hurt with a bamboo arrow, Liang Youming got angry again and shouted, "elder martial brother Feng, forgive me for being presumptuous. Even if you can't unseal it, I can always use my soul eye to see his soul power." With that, before Feng Qingyun reacted, his eyes flashed red and looked at Zheng ZiNuo.

"No!" Feng Qingyun shouted loudly and stood in front of Zheng ZiNuo. He had already prevented Liang Youming from doing this. If someone found that Zheng ZiNuo was a black martial spirit, it would not be to set off a storm.

"What do you mean? Is there a ghost in your heart?" Liang Youming said angrily when his sight was suddenly blocked by the wind and clear clouds.

"I... I have a ghost in my heart, but my disciple's qualification is poor. I'm afraid to be seen by you, which will hurt his enthusiasm to cultivate martial arts." Feng Qingyun said with a guilty heart.

"You're kidding!" Liang Youming said indifferently. Suddenly, the blue martial spirit behind him burst out. His body flashed fiercely. He had let the wind clear the clouds and continued to show his soul eye to Zheng ZiNuo.

"You!" Feng Qingyun didn't expect Liang Youming to be so persistent. In order to see Zheng ZiNuo's martial soul and soul cultivation, he didn't hesitate to call out the martial soul to use the purple top body method - wind and thunder changing steps, so as to increase his speed by more than seven times in an instant. Even if he had no intention to cover, he couldn't help Zheng ZiNuo block it.

But when Feng Qingyun was about to get angry, he suddenly saw Liang Youming take back his martial spirit. He suddenly became depressed. It seemed that he was a lot older. His eyes were full of red color. He murmured, "yellow martial spirit, soul force level 10!" stamped his feet angrily. Without a word of greeting, he pulled Wang Qing out.

If the talent of martial arts cultivation is only yellow martial soul, and the eight year old child who has just reached the warrior cultivation and has been sealed has injured his apprentice of lv20 martial arts cultivation twice, Liang Youming also recognized it. What else can be said.

He thought that Feng Qingyun must have something to hide. Zheng ZiNuo's talent is not so low, and his soul power is certainly not so weak, because anything strange can happen in the martial arts world. After all, they didn't personally check Zheng ZiNuo at the beginning. No one knows how low his talent is. They just listened to the leader Tao Wuyang.

Liang Youming thought that there were some changes later. As a result, today's investigation found that the talent was still so low. Although the soul power was a little high, it was only level 10. It was unreasonable to hurt his apprentice, so he left angrily.

"Don't kneel down yet!" after Liang Youming left, Feng Qingyun reached out and closed the door, although he didn't know why Liang Youming said Zheng ZiNuo was a yellow martial soul. He followed closely and found that it was a black martial soul, which made him unable to touch his mind. He thought that Liang Youming was angry and read the wrong color, Although Zheng ZiNuo's black martial spirit was not exposed, the first battle still made Feng Qingyun very angry.

"Plop..." Zheng ZiNuo didn't resist, pursed his mouth, lowered his head and knelt on the ground.

"Dad..." Feng Ziyan begged.

"Shut up!" Feng Qingyun whispered, which made Feng Ziyan tremble all over. She looked at the poor little martial brother, and her tears kept rolling in her eyes.

"Qingyun..." Yurong also begged, "children are very naughty."

"Yes, master, please forgive me this time." Dongfang Shenyong and others begged.

"No one of you is allowed to intercede with him!" Feng Qingyun said with a frosty face. "How many times have I taught you to keep a low profile and not make too much publicity. It's good for you to hurt senior brother Wang first, and now his junior brother Li Fei seriously. Are you capable? Tell me! How did you do it?"

"I......" Zheng ZiNuo choked with tears. "They bullied me first and poisoned my brother. I... I'm really angry, so... They did it."

"I know all this, otherwise you would hurt your fellow disciples, and I would have driven you out of the school!" Feng Qingyun shouted. "I asked you how you hurt Li Fei? Don't tell me you can hurt a level 20 martial arts teacher by using a bamboo arrow to use that wonderful sword technique!"

"I... I..." Zheng ZiNuo really didn't know how to speak, lowered his head and stammered.

"ZiNuo, please speak quickly. If you speak out, your master won't blame you, and we are all very strange. With your sealed soul power, how can you use a bamboo arrow to hurt a level 20 martial arts teacher?" Yurong persuaded.

"I......" Zheng ZiNuo's mind turned rapidly, looking for a good interpretation method, but he couldn't find it for a moment. At this time, the voice of ling'er in his mind rang out,

"Brother, just tell the truth, but omit the strong defense skills of the other party, and don't tell your true Qi. Make up some of the others casually, and your master will certainly not know."

"Well, that's the only way." Zheng ZiNuo nodded secretly, "At that time, Li Fei caught me and stimulated me with words. He said that I had defeated his senior brother Wang Qing before. It was a sneak attack. It was a fluke. He had to fight with me. He also said that he would not leave if I didn't fight. So I agreed. But last time I used the black gold short sword to use that sword technique to seriously hurt Wang Qing. I was a little afraid that using the black gold short sword would hurt Li Fei. Bi He was not much younger than Wang Qing. I thought their accomplishments should be the same, so I cut off a thin bamboo branch and quietly sharpened it and hid it in my sleeve. He said to let me do three moves, so I pretended to punch him in the chest. In fact, I had already found the weak hole on his right shoulder. My instant explosive power is also as strong as that of an ordinary warrior, and it erupts purely by physical strength , there was no fluctuation of soul power, so Li Fei was careless and I pierced his right shoulder directly with a bamboo arrow. "

"Oh, I see!" the crowd suddenly realized when they heard the speech, and Yurong quickly explained to Zheng Zi, "It's no wonder that ZiNuo is so arrogant. We can only blame Li Fei for his arrogance. Even if it's good that we don't go to him to poison us, he'll come to us, Qingyun. It's no wonder that we're going to talk to the patriarch's martial uncle and sue him about Liang Youming."

"Forget it, there are enough things about the patriarch martial uncle. Let's not make trouble. Besides, the other three are still there. It's better to say less about such a scandal." although Feng Qingyun feels that things are not as simple as Zheng ZiNuo said, he can't find any flaws, so he has to forget it. He told Zheng ZiNuo a few words again and let him go back to bed, Even when he left, he asked Dongfang Shenyong to watch him.

"Rong'er, I always have a feeling. I don't know if it's an illusion." after everyone left, Feng Qingyun frowned and said, "I found that ZiNuo is more and more elusive. Do you have such a feeling?"

"What are you talking about? It's just an eight year old child. There's nothing you can't figure out. Think more about it." Yurong smiled, but when she thought about it carefully, she found that Zheng ZiNuo was really different from ordinary children, but where was the difference? She said she didn't know the truth.

"Mom and Dad, younger martial brother, he really eludes me. At the beginning, when I secretly taught him the soul raising formula and Yu step body method, his powerful comprehension ability really surprised me." Feng Ziyan agreed.

"Hehe... Adults talk. What do you want children to talk about? Go to bed quickly and have a game tomorrow." Yurong shook his head and said.

After today's battle, Zheng ZiNuo was also frightened and tired. If it weren't for Professor Miyagi's unique skill of changing the color of the martial spirit, it is estimated that he would be finished today. If he didn't be scolded by the master, he would be disturbed by Liang Youming.

After a little washing, Zheng ZiNuo didn't go out and run around again. He got into the quilt with Yin and Yang and went to sleep.