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Chapter two hundred and seventy-ninth each with their own minds

Boom!

The yellow sand surging, condensed into a palm, just like a raising his hand covering the sky and falling from the sky, and directly slapped on the protective light curtain of the schoolyard!

"Sand-turning Palm" Qiu Li!

He actually took action while he was having a fight! Zhou Cheng was shocked. The protective light curtain around the school ground was only effective for the Linghui Realm. For weapon refiners above the Linghui Realm, it was no different from a piece of paper, and they could tear them apart at any time.

Seeing that the giant hand condensed by yellow sand easily smashed the protective light curtain, Zhou Cheng's spiritual sense had already communicated with the endless artifact spectrum. He was about to summon the weapon to come out and teach this arbitrary old guy a lesson!

But at this moment, a coarse sack suddenly flew out of the sky. The sack was only the size of a palm at first, but it grew in the wind, and in a blink of an eye it became larger than a big hand. Then the sack opened, and a black hole formed a powerful suction vortex, which directly put the giant yellow sand hand in.

"A bag of objects in one go!? Which friend of the Zheng family is? Why did you stop me?" Qiu Li temporarily stopped the attack and radiated his spiritual sense to explore the surrounding situation.

At this moment, the three sword lights that Zhou Cheng cast had already slashed on Song Zhi's body, and in just an instant, it completely frozen half of his body's blood and fell into a coma.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" Qiu Li was furious and immediately wanted to use his magic power to launch another attack.

However, at this moment, a strong wind suddenly appeared in front of him. A middle-aged man in his forties came with the strong wind. He had a gentle face, a kind expression, and a gentle look, but the broken sack in his hand was a bit unsuitable.

As soon as the middle-aged man appeared, he stretched out his palm and patted it forward gently. Suddenly, a light green ripples spread out, dispersing Qiu Li's magic power just condensed, making him unable to continue attacking.

"Zheng Nan, what are you doing?" Qiu Li shouted loudly, glaring at the middle-aged man. Looking at his tone, the two of them obviously knew each other.

Zhou Cheng looked at the middle-aged man who had just appeared and thought to himself: "Zheng Nan? Take a bag of things in one go... Could it be that someone waiting for the Zheng family?"

There are three major families in Yueyang City, except for the Zhang family. There are also the Zheng family and the Sun family. The strengths of these three families were originally just apart, but the Zhang family had a true disciple of Lijian Villa like Zhang Yan. Its reputation has gradually become stronger and its power has developed quite rapidly over the years. It has already vaguely surpassed the other two families.

The middle-aged man called Zheng Nan shook the broken sack in his hand and smiled and said, "Brother Qiu, the winner and loser of this battle is up to me, and even if he is injured, he is not as skilled as others. As an elder, how can you attack the younger generation? This makes me feel a little overwhelmed."

Qiu Li knew that he was in the wrong, so he didn't argue with Zheng Nan. He snorted coldly and waved his hand to capture Song Zhi, who had frozen into ice, from the air. Then he turned into a stream of light and flew away. Looking at that direction, he should be heading towards Zhang's mansion.

Zhou Cheng looked at the Guanghua who flew away from Qiu Li, and smiled bitterly in his heart: "Tsk tsk, it seems that this Zhang Mansion cannot be settled, but the battle has ended, and I should leave too, so let's go tomorrow."

Just as Zhou Cheng was secretly thinking about his future trip, Zheng Nan fell from the air and came to him. He smiled and said, "My friend is extremely talented and has extraordinary strength. He is worthy of being a true disciple of Chunyang Sect. The three Taoist sects are truly well-known."

"Haha." Zhou Cheng sneered in his heart. But he still bowed respectfully and bowed: "Thank you for saving me for helping me."

"A trivial matter is not worth mentioning." Zheng Nan patted Zhou Cheng's shoulder with a kind look on his face, then waved his hand and flew away on the void.

Zhou Cheng looked at his left shoulder that had been patted by Zheng Nan just now, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth. His eyes were slightly joking.

...

The Zhang family's battle meeting came to an end completely, and it was basically a joy for the host and guests. The young disciples of the Zhang family received detailed guidance, and Zhou Cheng also used this to make his reputation a higher level.

The only thing that was a bit unpleasant was Qiu Li and Song Zhi, the master and apprentice. It would be fine if they were to fight. No one expected Qiu Li to accept them personally at the last moment. This was simply disregarding his face.

After the show ended, Zhang Yan kept thinking about Zhou Cheng’s apology and asked for his understanding.

Originally, the Zhang family thought that this battle meeting was just a disciple from the Lipo Stage, and there should be no storm, so they only found Zhang Yan to preside over the battle meeting, but who could have expected that such an unknown change would occur in the end.

Zhou Cheng nodded after hearing Zhang Yan's explanation and agreed, as if he didn't care at all, but this situation made Zhang Yan feel even more anxious, afraid that Zhou Cheng would be unhappy.

Behind this person are at least two gods and one god, and even if the power of his Zhang family is expanded ten times or a hundred times, he can't afford to offend him.

It was not until after entering the Zhang Mansion that Zhou Cheng said, "Senior Brother Zhang doesn't need to worry about what happened today. It was Qiu Li's fault and it has nothing to do with you."

Zhang Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I knew that Junior Brother Qingyuan would not care about such trivial matters, haha."

...

Zhou Cheng returned to the guest room. The first thing he did was to take off his Taoist robe, gather his magical powers and see that there was a golden rune painted in the place where Zheng Nan had photographed.

This rune is extremely hidden and has almost no magical power. Even if you are an expert in the ordinary spiritual wisdom realm, if you don’t check it carefully, you may not be able to find it.

If Zhou Cheng had not practiced the immortal martial arts to visualize the soul, and made the spiritual consciousness stronger, he might have been confused.

"The rune that is confused and confused." Zhou Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the golden light flashed in his right hand kept counting. After a while, he sneered: "Ha, Zheng family, it seems that you don't want your fifth-level artifact score "One Qi Entrance Bag"! This is just right, the second stage of Taixu Guizang has the ability to absorb all things, and you are about to refer to it!"

...

That night, dark clouds covered the moon and stars shunned the sky. It was extremely dark that night could be said to be unable to see your five fingers.

Huh!

The cold night wind blew, bringing a hint of chill, causing the animals who tried to go out to find food while the night was shrouding.

In the room where Zhang Mansion, Qiu Li and Song Zhi are located.

A circular light curtain with a radius of about one foot was placed on the table. Qiu Li and Song Zhi looked at the light curtain respectfully. They both looked solemn and meticulous, like soldiers on standby.

There was a blur on the light curtain, and then a figure appeared on it. This man looked middle-aged and looked gentle and elegant, just like Zheng Nan who had appeared in Bai Tiancheng.

"How is Zhou Qingyuan's specific practical ability... Can you estimate it?" Zheng Nan asked in the light curtain.

Song Zhi bowed respectfully to the light curtain, and then said in a deep voice: "There is probably the top 140 combat power in the Yinghua List!"

"The top 140..." Zheng Nan in the light curtain suddenly smiled: "The moon is dark and the wind is high, it's really good weather." (To be continued.)
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