Chapter 233

"What do you want? You're not big on the chest, and you're very small-minded. " Zhao Jiuge smiles provocatively.

"You...!" Zhang Pingquan's tone was choked, and he didn't know how to refute Zhao Jiuge's words. His chest, which had been flat, kept going up and down.

The young man in the light blue ink and wash shirt on one side was smiling and silent all the time, looking at the scene like watching a play.

"I'll show you what I can do if I want to." Zhang Ping advised silver teeth to clench and drink in a cold voice. Then a faint sense of killing spread.

Her spiritual power fluctuated in an instant, and her whole body was full of momentum. Her accomplishments in the later period of building the foundation state were not weaker than Zhao Jiuge's, on the contrary, they were even better than Zhao Jiuge. You should know that the breakthrough of her cultivation realm is better than that of Zhao Jiuge.

When the whole body's spiritual power is released, his right hand grabs Zhao Jiuge's body with spiritual power. Looking at Zhang Ping's gritting teeth, it seems that Zhao Jiuge has a deep hatred for her.

Zhao Jiuge's face congealed. He didn't expect that Zhang Ping's advice would start suddenly. The most important thing was that he was still in the public at the door of the Deacon hall.

Zhao Jiuge wanted to resist, but it was too late. Zhang Ping, who called him, tried to persuade him quickly. But Zhao Jiuge's face is covered with a strange light, see Zhang Pingquan's offensive but not too flustered.

The internal skills in his body continued to stimulate the spiritual power. At the moment, the young man's face changed a little, full of doubts. It seemed that Zhao Jiuge couldn't escape the grasp with the spiritual power. Why didn't he think of any other way but continued to stimulate the spiritual power.

In the next scene, the young man in the ink and wash shirt understood why. Zhang Pingquan, who was full of spiritual light and struggled to grab out his right hand, quickly touched Zhao Jiuge's chest. He changed his grip to clap and bombarded Zhao Jiuge's chest. The blue sword robes were all crackling with vibration. However, Zhao Jiuge's whole body was attacked, but he didn't step back at all Standing still.

The purple and blue glow suddenly radiates from Zhao Jiuge's body, sending out soft spiritual power to protect Zhao Jiuge firmly. Zhang Ping only felt the slap on the iron plate. Fortunately, she didn't exert all her strength. Otherwise, the force of the shock response on her arm would be very poor.

Although it felt like slapping to a hard place, the strange thing was that when the palm touched the purple blue glow, the whole glow was rippling like a ripple on the water.

All of a sudden, Zhang Ping's face suddenly changed. The whole person's expression was somewhat complicated, mixed with a bit of panic and some pain.

"What is this?" Zhang Ping, in panic, stares at his right arm with a pair of big eyes. It turns out that a silver electric light twinkles with thunder, accompanied by bursts of numbness and pain from the body.

The young man with a funny smile, seeing this scene, finally changed his face. His eyes shrank and he was staring at the purple blue glow on Zhao Jiuge.

"Spirit, clothing and armor!" Then the young man in the ink long shirt revealed four words, which seemed to be a little unexpected.

It turns out that the purple mixed thunder armor has been worn on Zhao Jiuge since it was made. Now Zhao Jiuge has not broken through to Yuanying state. He can't use the power of spirit weapon completely. He doesn't give birth to Zifu and can't be quenched by Ziyuan's fire. So if you wear it directly, you can only watch the instinctive power of the purple mixed thunder armor.

When Zhang Pingquan bombarded himself, it just touched the armor's defense, which led to the previous scene. It has to be said that the supremacy of the purple mixed thunder armor, and the backfiring mixed thunder Aurora directly wrapped around Zhang Pingquan's body. She bared her teeth in pain.

At this time, the young man in the ink long shirt did not have the temperament just now. After the change of his face, he resolutely took the move.

Suddenly, the sleeves and robes rolled and rolled up several blue magic powers. In an instant, they turned to the electric light at Zhang Pingquan's arm, tightly wrapping those lights.

The thunder disappeared in the blink of an eye. Seeing Zhang Pingquan was not a big problem. The young man in the ink long shirt just snorted coldly. Then he looked at Zhang Pingquan with concern and said, "it's OK."

Zhang Pingquan seems to have some fear. The thunder light is only attached to the purple mixed thunder armor, not prompted by Zhao Jiuge. His power is not great. Therefore, Zhang Pingquan has not received any substantial damage, but there is still a sense of paralysis and pain in his body just now. Zhang Ping's face was completely frightened. Originally, she seized the opportunity and took the lead to deal with Zhao Jiuge. However, she did not know that the bombardment of Zhao Jiuge did not bring him any harm, but that she was bounced away and paralyzed by thunder light.

Zhang Ping, who was a little pale, said, "I'm ok, fifth elder martial brother."

"It's OK. Elder martial brother, I'll bring you back the court today." With that, the man in the ink gown turned to Zhao Jiuge's gloomy smile.

The young man, Zhou Hongyong, is Du Jun's five disciples. He is not a new disciple of Xuantian Jianmen. He enters the inner gate step by step, but is directly brought back from the outside by Du Jun. It is said that he has no great understanding of sword cultivation, and his cultivation strength is average. However, he is good at dodging armour and is proficient in various array techniques and specializes in this field. Today, Du Junxin accepted Zhang Pingquan as his apprentice. His second and fifth disciples also brought Zhang Pingquan to the Deacon hall to register the peak. However, when Zhang Pingquan's second sister went in to handle the affairs, Zhang Pingquan, who was waiting at the door, saw Zhao Jiuge.After Zhou Hongyong learned about the whole story, Zhang Ping advised him to come to Zhao Jiuge with his fifth senior brother, and took the opportunity to teach Zhao Jiuge a lesson.

Although Zhao Jiuge's master is the leader of Xuantian Jianmen, their status as a master is not low, which is the palm seat of xuanqifeng. Moreover, there is no death or injury in the little exchange between disciples, and a little loss will not affect anything. Finally, we can only blame ourselves for our incompetence and poor strength.

Zhou Hongyong originally thought that the strength of her younger martial sister could not deal with Zhao Jiuge effectively, but at least she would be able to defeat Zhao Jiuge. In addition, she was able to fight against Zhao Jiuge with her own strength. However, she knew that Zhao Jiuge had a piece of armor of spirit weapon level.

This makes Zhou Hongyong's eyes hot, even if he doesn't have spiritual armor. Although he was young, a few years older than them, and his strength was not outstanding, he was able to gather the elixir, but his vision was not weak.

Seeing his junior sister's failure, he couldn't help but want to show his majestic posture in front of the younger martial sister he just recognized. His spiritual power was working. In his mind, he thought that even if he didn't use his most skilled array, the strength of the initial stage of the spiritual elixir realm would be enough to crush Zhao Jiuge.

Seeing the young man with ink long clothes, Zhao Jiuge looked at the young man seriously. Although he was afraid of the fluctuation of the spiritual power of the elixir realm, he was not afraid. Because his elder martial sister is in it. Even if something happens, he will come out immediately. Besides, he can't fight Zhou Hongyong with his coat armour. Although he will surely lose, he won't be able to be kneaded like a persimmon.

Looking at Zhou Hongyong, Zhao Jiuge suddenly laughs. Without any sign, Zhao Jiuge seems to have thought of something. Then he opens his mouth and says, "you're still looking for a place like this. I think you'll end up with your younger martial sister, sissy."

Zhou Hongyong, who is thin in stature, has extremely white skin and looks somewhat beautiful. He wears a long shirt with ink color and adds a bit of softness. In particular, the voice of a voice is not magnetic at all.

The reason why Zhao Jiuge suddenly burst into laughter was that he remembered why Zhou Hongyong did not speak very much from the beginning to the moment ago. It turned out to be a sissy.

Zhou Hongyong's face changed greatly. He hated that others said he was a sissy. He used to be small and had to be bullied and ridiculed by others. Later, because of his inferiority complex, he did not go out to study Qimen dunjia array.

Later, by chance, Du Jun, who was out of town, found out that he had a talent in the array, so he took him back to xuanqifeng and accepted him as an apprentice.

The so-called Tao is different, but all roads lead to eternal life. Although Zhou Hongyong has no talent in kendo, he is unique in array.

His chest was slightly undulating, and his eyes were vicious, like a poisonous snake. Zhou Hongyong said darkly, "Stinky boy, you don't know how powerful you are if you don't give you a lesson today."

After that, he did not use the array. Instead, he watched the spirit power directly turn into a huge palm and shoot it toward Zhao Jiuge. He thought that it was more than enough to deal with a kid in the later stage of building the foundation state in the early stage of Lingdan realm.

Feeling the pressure of the aura in the air and the huge palm facing him, Zhao Jiuge was not afraid but pleased. He wanted to take this opportunity to try the power of purple pole mixed thunder armor, and make sure how long his current strength can be maintained under the attack of spiritual elixir monks.

With the same cold hum, the spiritual power that had already been in operation immediately gushed out, and with the same force against force, patted towards the huge green palm.

With a loud noise in the sky, Zhao Jiuge's golden aura has disappeared, and the remaining green spiritual power has spread, but it has not caused much damage to Zhao Jiuge.

Zhou Hongyong's face changed. He didn't expect that Zhao Jiuge was able to solve the problem with his own free hand. It seems that the boy's cultivation of martial arts is somewhat eccentric and domineering.

"Hum..."

A crisp sword chant rippled, with a little aura, emitting a fierce momentum.

Zhou Hongyong pulled out his own spirit weapon flying sword, a pure gold small flying sword, emitting a faint halo. Although Zhou Hongyong's sword cultivation talent is not high, it does not mean that he can not, and is much better than most people.

Seeing that Zhou Hongyong pulled out the spirit weapon and flying sword, the whole person's momentum changed differently. Zhao Jiuge picked up the corners of his mouth and laughed with a pervert. His eyes were full of excitement and fighting spirit, and he gave a big drink, "sissy, just in time." With that, Zhao Jiuge's momentum suddenly changed.

The golden light twinkled in Zhao Jiuge's whole body, and then flowed around his body. The halo gradually became rich. His whole body was like wearing a golden armor, which inspired the Sanskrit holy body.

Feeling that Zhou Hongyong pulled out the flying sword, Zhao Jiuge felt a burst of heat in his heart. He had been longing for the sword ever since he began to practice until the first level of Xuantian sword resolution. However, at that time, he could only reach the first level as his identity. Although he has become a disciple of his own, he has no intention to say it. After a month, he will teach him the sword determination.

Today, seeing Zhou Hongyong's appearance, he must use Xuantian sword. As a disciple of Zhou Hongyong's own, he will not use the first layer with less power.

Now he is dressed in purple pole thunder armor, and urges the Sanskrit holy body. At the moment, Zhao Jiuge is like a thick turtle shell wrapped in it. He just wants to have a try at the power of the back layers of Xuantian sword.For a moment, Zhao Jiuge's blue sword robe was whistling and his eyes were burning at Zhou Hongyong, who was a feminine sissy.

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