Qin Ming stood on the stone jar and observed Mu Zixiu's fighting style.

With a blast, Mu Zixiu strongly withstood Liang Zheng's sword. At the same time, lightning and lightning all over his body rushed to attack. He broke away from Mu Zixiu's body and hit Liang Zheng, as if he had fired hundreds of silver needles, which caused the audience to exclaim.

Liang Zheng screamed and was knocked back more than ten steps. His skin was blooming in many parts of his body and he felt numb.

Mu Zixiu took advantage of the situation to pursue and fired more than ten times in succession, finally causing Liang Zheng's offensive to disrupt.

"Okay, okay," the martial arts showplace was excited and shouted indulged in love.

Qin Ming also secretly clenched his fists and praised Mu Zixiu's battle. Martial arts are dead, but lively when used. The same martial arts can exert different powers in different people's hands. Judging from the smoothness of Mu Zixiu's use of the "True Thunder Judgment", it is absolutely worthy of the name of his personal disciple. It seems that the great elder has put a lot of effort into him.

But at this moment, Liang Zheng suddenly fought back in adversity, and the big sword slashed at Mu Zixiu incredibly. Many people watched this scene sucking in a cold air, and they didn't even know what was going on.

Mu Zixiu dodged thrillingly, but his clothes on his chest were still torn open by a big knife, leaving a bloody wound on his chest. It was not serious, but it was bleeding. Mu Zixiu was stunned. He was sure to win and was about to defeat the enemy with one move, but he actually overturned the ship in the gutter?

The bloody 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 it gently, with a cruel curve in the corner of his mouth.

"I admit defeat!" Liang Zheng turned his knife freely and easily. He was indeed much worse than Mu Zixiu.

"Absent? I haven't had enough fun yet. I just saw some blood." Mu Zixiu's expression changed and he rushed towards Liang Zheng.

Liang Zheng frowned slightly, but did not retreat. He raised his breath and danced a heavy sword to fight.

"Liang Zheng is going to suffer." Qin Ming said to himself.

"Hey! Boy, what are you looking at?" A cold shout suddenly came from behind.

Qin Ming turned his head and looked, and several young disciples walked up the steps.

These people just arrived. I heard that there was a good show to watch, so I hurried here, but just arrived at the top of the mountain and saw Qin Ming standing on the stone jar watching.

Qin Ming ignored them and continued to enjoy the wonderful showdown on the martial arts stage.

"You still watch it?" the young man in the lead shouted arrogantly.

These people are middle-class disciples and have bullied Qin Ming a lot in the past.

"Did you get in the way?" Qin Ming glanced at them.

"Who, I'm so brave. Is the third level of Lingwu awesome?"

"I've always been brave enough, and there's no pressure to abuse you." Qin Ming sneered. Before he entered the Lingwu realm two years ago, he used his brute force torture these disciples who were already the first level of Lingwu at that time, and they fought for more than half a year. However, two years have passed, and these disciples have slowly climbed to the third level of Lingwu.

These words immediately stimulated the five people.

"We were not proficient in the martial arts at the first level of Lingwu at that time. Now that we have achieved great success in martial arts, we are no longer the same as before."

"We are no longer afraid of your strange power."

"I'm just looking for you these days, but you've delivered it to you."

They became angry when they remembered the embarrassing things that happened back then. The five people immediately dispersed and surrounded Qin Ming, ready to humiliate Qin Ming in public.

A pretty girl next to them sneered at them: "Don't overestimate yourself. Just now, Pang Hu was knocked down by Qin Ming's two punches and rolled down from the road you came to the bottom of the mountain. Just you? Let's play."

"Are you kidding?" The five people frowned, and their high momentum became a little weaker on the spot.

"Just kidding you? Are you good enough?" The girl was a bit pretty and didn't bother to pay attention to them. She continued to watch the fierce battle in the martial arts field.

"Don't embarrass you here, get out." The others scolded. They all watched the battle in the martial arts field with great enthusiasm, and they had no intention of paying attention to it.

The five disciples looked at each other, and Qin Ming beat Pang Hu away? If you remember correctly, Pang Hu is the fifth level of Lingwu. Could it be a disciple of Chongming?

When Qin Ming saw them retreat, he ignored them and continued to look at the martial arts performance.

The battle on the martial arts field is becoming dangerous.

Liang Zheng gave up again and again, but he really couldn't hold on. But Mu Zixiu refused to give up and forced Liang Zheng to retreat.

A roar, fierce lightning knocked Liang Zheng back more than ten steps, and staggered to the edge of the martial arts field.

You dare to hurt me! Mu Zixiu sneered in his heart, and his left fist hit a critical blow, interfering with Liang Zheng. His right palm pushed his face hard, and he directly took his eyes.

"Be careful Liang Zheng." Someone from the audience exclaimed.

Liang Zheng's pupils dilated, and it was too late to dodge.

It's stinging! A ray of lightning suddenly exploded in the palm of Mu Zixiu's right palm, and the dazzling strong light and the splashing electric arc stinged Liang Zheng's eyes.

Liang Zheng screamed, unable to see anything clearly.

Mu Zixiu's tense palm slammed into his face, knocking him back, flying up from the ground, and hitting the crowd below.

"Ah!" Liang Zheng hugged his eyes and screamed in pain, and blood bleeded out of his fingers.

The disciples around hurriedly went up to support him, dragged Liang Zheng to a safe distance, and looked at Mu Zixiu on the stage angrily. Isn’t it a dispute? As for taking such a ruthless move.

But some people cheered loudly: "Beautiful, Mu Zixiu won!"

"The last blow is so cool, the combination of virtual and real, and one move is a must."

Mu Zixiu stood by the platform, glanced at Liang Zheng who was screaming coldly, and hummed me, "I don't know if I have any life or death." He smiled again and was about to accept the cheers of the audience, but unexpectedly saw Qin Ming standing on the stone jar in the distance. He was slightly surprised, but also smiled, hey, why is this kid here?

Mu Zixiu is one of the personal disciples of the Great Elder of Qingyun Sect, and naturally he is also a close confidant of the Great Elder. He has always cared about Qin Ming, a person who was named and punished by the Great Elder.

"Isn't this the young master of Qin Ming?" Mu Zixiu walked towards Qin Ming with a slight smile. He heard that this kid was silently speaking the third level of Lingwu.

"Hello, Mr. Mu, goodbye Mr. Mu." Qin Ming was about to leave here, and the inferior disciples were not allowed to appear in the martial arts venue, let alone he also worked as a part-time "servant".

"Hey, don't leave, I'm telling you, the servant." The five disciples who had just been defeated stopped Qin Ming and deliberately bit the word "Servant" seriously.

“Get out of here!”

The five people smirked: "Don't let it go!"

Bang! Qin Ming pushed the disciple's chest with a palm, and the force burst out in an inch of strength. The disciple's face was still filled with smiles, and his body had already flown out. Behind him were steep steps. After landing, he rebounded vigorously. Bang bang bang, he rolled all the way to the foot of the mountain hundreds of meters, and there was no movement.

The other four disciples' smiles froze, they looked back in a daze, swallowing their saliva with difficulty. A question popped up in their heads, brother, are you still alive?

Many disciples next to him grinned, "This is a hedgehog, whoever touches him will prick him."

"I've been leisurely lately and I'm in the mood to come to the martial arts field to watch the game?" Mu Zixiu asked Qin Ming with a smile. When he walked off the ring, the disciples between the two consciously separated the road.

"Here comes to deliver the goods." Qin Ming was helpless and couldn't leave.

"Don't be so nervous. I won't pursue you to come to the martial arts fair to watch the competition. I heard that you are in the third level of Lingwu, so I'm happy for you."

"You're worried."

"I'm very curious about how you did it. I heard that you didn't practice martial arts and didn't use spiritual herbs."

"It has nothing to do with you, right?" Qin Ming knew very well who Mu Zixiu was, and he was preparing to make trouble.

"How do you talk, a guy with no quality." The four disciples couldn't help but humiliate them again, but Qin Ming glanced at them and held them in a hurry.

Other disciples in the martial arts arena secretly saying that they would be bad, but Mu Zixiu suddenly showed interest in Qin Ming would definitely not be a good thing.

Mu Zixiu had a gentle smile and was sunny and handsome: "Our young master Qin Ming has not yet entered the martial arts show. Come on, come up and stand and feel it. Don't worry, I will take care of it if something happens, and no one will punish you."

"No need, let's talk about it another day, I still have goods to deliver." Qin Ming picked up the stone jar and prepared to leave.

Mu Zixiu's entourage stopped him with a smile: "I advise you to go up and stand."

Qin Ming smiled and shook his head: "Mr. Mu personally passed on his disciples, there is no need to bother me to deliver goods."

"Don't be so nervous. I really have no malicious intentions. I just want to talk with you and learn how much combat power the third level of Lingwu has. Although I am the same age as you, both fifteen years old, but my realm is a little higher than you. If you don't mind, I can give you some advice. How about it? The opportunity is rare." Mu Zixiu looked at Qin Ming with a smile on his face.

It can be said that anyone present could hear that Mu Zixiu wanted to teach Qin Ming a lesson under the guise of a competition. You, a personal disciple of the Seventh Spiritual Martial Arts, challenge the Third Spiritual Martial Arts without Martial Arts, is clearly going to bully people. Although Qin Ming is very powerful, fighting against the Fourth Spiritual Martial Arts should be the limit. The reason why Pang Hu was defeated so simply was because he was seriously injured and was careless.

The other disciples were waiting for Qin Ming's reaction.

Some people can't stand it: "Mu Zixiu, don't do it too much. You are in the seventh level of Lingwu Heaven, he is only in the third level of Lingwu Heaven, and he hasn't practiced martial arts yet."

Mu Zixiu glanced coldly into the crowd: "What are you saying? Don't provoke my relationship with the young master of Qin Ming. We are normal to discuss and give advice."

Nothing to give me advice! The man cursed in his heart, but he didn't say much.
Chapter completed!