Chapter 282

"Is there real fairness in the martial arts world?

Some people are born to be martial arts wizards. After a few days of cultivation, martial arts can achieve a little success. However, some people are not born to be martial arts materials. If you let him practice for more than ten years, he may have a level of cultivation.

Some people were born into a family in the prime of their lives. They were born with gold keys, various resources, powerful skills and powerful teachers to guide him. And some people are born in a long lost cultivation family. There may be only one volume of tattered skills in the family for him!

Not only the martial arts world, but also the world has never really had justice.

In school, two people sit in the same position, listen to the same class, do the same thing, but the results are very different, this can be called fair!

Fair, he does exist, but he exists in a relative way, just like a learning slag. Maybe he is not good at learning, but he can build in other aspects, he may be very good at painting, he may be very good at singing, which is called fair!

But if you really want the so-called absolute fairness to be equal in any way, then you should not be born in this world at all. "

Having said this, ye Ziheng turned around, walked straight out of the stage, walked through the crowd, walked away alone, leaving the disciple to meditate in front of the crowd.

After walking for a while, ye Ziheng looks back quietly. It's a relief to see that the crowd didn't catch up with him. He just hit those two guys, and his physical strength is almost exhausted. If those guys want ye Ziheng to challenge them again, ye Heng may only be able to fight with one of his peers at most.

After leaving the crowd, ye Ziheng returned to the weapon refining hall along the way he came. On the way, he met many people. They all looked at ye Ziheng with a surprised and malicious eyes, and scolded him in a low voice. For a while, ye Ziheng suddenly felt that he was isolated by the whole world, and the people around him were deliberately hiding from him. Few dared to Come up and have a word with him.

When we arrived at the weapon refining hall, there were still few people here. Apart from the disciple we met when Qin Luo came here, there was no one else.

Ye Ziheng slowly walked to the side of the disciple.

The disciple looked up at ye Ziheng when he heard the footsteps. He found that ye Ziheng was obviously disdainful in his eyes, but he was still pressing his unhappiness in his heart. He looked at ye Ziheng and asked.

"What can I do for you?"

"I'll sell the magic."

Ye Ziheng said, and took out three long sword weapons, one long sword weapon and one long gun weapon that had been refined by the system.

The disciple was obviously shocked when he saw these things, but he soon calmed down, looked at ye Ziheng and said with a questioning attitude.

"Where did these things come from!"

Ye Ziheng was a little angry because he could hear his meaning from the tone of the disciple. He suspected that the magic weapon he made was stolen.

But even though he was full of anger, ye Ziheng kept it from breaking out, because he knew that he would sell magic weapons in the future and had to go through the weapon refining hall.

"I used to make them myself, every one of them."