Too Reckless

"Too reckless (!

Under the sky and daylight, the three-foot green-fronted ink dragon lingers!

In this situation, not only the people in the square, but even Xihuanggu himself was stunned on the spot.

Xu Zhining and Yao Heyu, who was still vomiting blood, both raised their heads with disbelief.

You must know that Xu Zhining's talent is the best in Xihuang Valley, and he was only 24 years old. Zuo Lingquan is only 17 years old now. This kind of cultivation speed can only be described as incredible!

The four masters of Xihuanggu knew that Zuo Lingquan was in danger in the mountains and cultivated true qi, but they only thought that they had opened up the sea of ​​​​qi.

The eighth level of Qi Refining suddenly appeared, which shocked the four uncles so much that they even forgot the current crisis and turned to look at Wu Qingwan.

Cheng Jiujiang was also stunned, looking at the black sword energy on Zuo Lingquan's sword, he didn't quite believe it:

"This...Since he has the eighth level of qi refining, why did he show up at this time?"

Wu Qingwan sat down beside Zuo Lingquan, crossed Erlang's legs, sitting gracefully without losing domineering, slightly tilted her head:

"What is Ling Quan's cultivation base, is it possible that he has to make it public from time to time? Is it possible that Sect Master Cheng has never heard the word 'Zang Feng'?"

"The number of places to go to Jing Terrace this time..."

"Do you think Ling Quan's seventeen-year-old Qi-refining eighth-level cultivation base needs to struggle for a spot with his senior brothers on such occasions?"

Cheng Jiujiang was at a loss for words.

Seventeen-year-old Qi-refining eighth level, placed in the upper reaches of the ninth sect, if nothing else, the threshold for entering the inner door is definitely enough, there is really no need to compete with other small fish.

Wu Qingwan leaned on the back of the chair, picked up the teacup and took a sip:

"I have been rooted in Phoenix Valley for two hundred years, and I have more than that. Sect Master Cheng insists that the water is deep and shallow, so I will give you this chance. If Sect Master Cheng is still worried that you will not be able to beat it, I will ask Ling Quan to replace a bamboo with you. Apprentice?"

Zuo Lingquan felt that Wanwan's appearance was very inflated, and said with a smile:

"Actually, it's okay to be empty-handed. I don't take advantage of the disciple."

Cheng Jiujiang rubbed his fingers, but it was a little hard to resist - Wu Qingwan said this, and he wanted to continue to find excuses to force the national teacher to come out, but he really couldn't find it.

Cheng Jiujiang glanced at Zuo Lingquan's long sword—judging from the density of True Qi, it seemed that he had just crossed the door frame of the Eighth Level of Qi Refining, and Li Yingjia had been in the Eighth Level for two years, and he still had a magic weapon, so he had a great chance of winning.

Anyway, there are three places to go to the surprise terrace, and there are still some. Cheng Jiujiang thought about it for a while, then he had to sit down and said coldly:

"Since you learn the sword, then use the sword. Cheng won't take advantage of you. But it's agreed in advance that if you should win, don't go back on your word."

The four masters in charge were actually a little worried, but at this time, as long as Cheng Jiujiang was caught by a lack of confidence, not only the quota was gone, but the Phoenix Valley was also gone, and at the moment, they could only pretend to be confident.

The monks in the square naturally looked eagerly, and left and right to give way to the ring.

Li Yingjia's face was not very good, but he didn't say much, but he didn't say much. After getting the signal from Cheng Jiujiang's eyes, he stood at the other end of the ring and waited.

Zuo Lingquan took off his saber from his waist, put it in Wu Qingwan's hand, and walked down the steps of the hall, and took off his robe when he was halfway there.

This was done to prove that he did not have a magic weapon, because Zuo Lingquan didn't know all aspects of the eighth-level monk's data, and he was afraid that he would be too strong and be mistaken for cheating.

Zuo Lingquan threw his robe into Senior Sister Xiaohua's hands, leaped onto the ring with a big stride, stood ten feet away, cupped his hands and clasped his fists:

"Xihuang Valley, Zuo Lingquan. Please enlighten me."

Li Yingjia didn't care, he cupped his hands and said:

"Fuyishan, Li Yingjia."

The voice fell, and the deacon, the master of ceremonies, raised his hand to signal the start.

Thousands of eyes also focused, all holding their breaths, watching Zuo Lingquan's every move, wanting to see how high this hidden consort is.

Wu Qingwan is much more leisurely, just drinking tea slowly, not worrying about the outcome of the battle - because a monk at the eighth level of qi refining, and a 12th level qi refining cultivator with true qi, can't break it under normal circumstances. Defend.

But Cheng Jiujiang and Qihuanggu's four masters were obviously not so relaxed, they were all focused on the arena.

In their eyes, even if Zuo Lingquan's talent is amazing, the odds of winning are not great. This should be a 'fighting battle' about the honor and disgrace of the sect!

only…

Under the clear sky, the spring breeze is gentle.

Zuo Lingquan, who was naked on the upper body, did not pause for a moment after giving the order. He was like a cheetah, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Li Yingjia.

Li Yingjia's reaction was also not slow, his fists showed a stream of true energy, and he punched out.

Zuo Lingquan also raised his hand and punched Li Yingjia.

Between the electric light and flint, the fists were connected, and there was a muffled sound on the ring, mixed with the crisp sound of bone cracks.

The monks around the arena were all stunned. I didn't expect that this seemingly handsome and elegant concubine would start so recklessly.

But before they could say that Zuo Lingquan's head-to-head was not suitable, they saw Li Yingjia, who was imposing like a rainbow, and the moment his fists touched, his right hand was twisted and deformed.

click—

The cyclone collapsed between his fists, and then Li Yingjia's whole body turned into a cannonball that was blasted out with a punch.

Zuo Lingquan didn't wait for Li Yingjia to fly out of the ring, he raised his hand and grabbed Li Yingjia's ankle, yanked him violently, and dragged him back; his right elbow hit Li Yingjia's waist and abdomen; then he raised his hand and slapped him, Then he took off the guard under the sleeve of Li Yingjia's right arm.

bang—

A set of movements is surprisingly fast, but smooth.

Li Yingjia couldn't even scream, and fell to the ground and passed out.

Lie down!

The whole place was silent.

Most of the people didn't see what was going on, and looked at the arena with blank eyes.

Cheng Jiujiang's gaze changed from solemn to stunned in an instant, slammed the armrest of the chair, and said angrily:

"This **** is the eighth level of Qi Refining?"

The four uncles were also shocked. The speed and reaction of Zuo Lingquan's rushing forward didn't seem to be much different from ordinary eighth-level monks.

But when the fists meet, it's a bit too bizarre.

Li Yingjia used Cheng Jiujiang's housekeeping stunt "Ben Lei Fist", known for his swiftness and swiftness. It is difficult for a normal eighth-level cultivator to take this punch head-on.

And Zuo Lingquan raised his hand to hit the punch, no matter how you look at it - an ordinary punch!

The reason why a martial skill became a martial skill is that it has a certain fate, which can instantly elevate its lethality to the extreme.

The lower-level martial arts are at least two or three times the lethality of a casual punch. How can an ordinary punch in the same environment be able to resist?

The four uncles were stunned, and they were a little guilty when asked by Cheng Jiujiang. If Zuo Lingquan had not taken off his clothes, they would have suspected that Zuo Lingquan was also hiding a magic weapon.

Wu Qingwan knew that she would be exposed. After all, Zuo Lingquan didn't know any martial arts, so he only knew the swordsmanship that he had learned by himself.

Seeing that the elders were in disbelief, Wu Qingwan held a teacup and explained in an understatement:

"Ling Quan has a solid foundation, so it's not surprising that he has such power. How can you use common sense to figure out the favored son of heaven?"

This also makes sense.

The four uncles thought it should be like this. After all, they couldn't imagine that a seventeen-year-old baby could reach the ninth and tenth levels of Qi Refining.

With Li Yingjia lying face to face for a second, thousands of cultivators below the ring broke out after a brief silence, and the sound of breathlessness broke out; the noises were everywhere, and they were all amazed by Zuo Lingquan's incredible speed of cultivation:

"Seventeen-year-old Qi refining eighth..."

"The foundation is still so solid, what kind of talent is this, it's too scary..."

"The key is still so handsome, people are more popular than dead people..."

"No wonder the eldest princess identified him as the concubine, her vision is accurate..."

…

Zuo Lingquan beat up a child, and felt no sense of achievement in his heart. After rejecting the affectionate eyes of his seniors and sisters, he threw the wristband in his hand to the sitting room outside the main hall gate:

"Can Sect Master Cheng see clearly this time?"

Cheng Jiujiang was also shocked by Zuo Lingquan's talent, but the current situation brought his mind back. He clenched his fists and didn't look at the wrist guards on the ground. After a long silence, he got up and walked out of the square without saying a word.

Grandmaster Boyueheng managed to find his way back, and without praising Zuo Lingquan, he threw the wrist guard to Cheng Jiujiang:

"Master Cheng walk slowly, don't forget to take things."

Although Cheng Jiujiang lost an adult, his momentum did not diminish. He raised his hand to catch the wrist guard and said coldly:

"I was cheating in public outside the main hall of Xihuanggu, and you can only rely on a junior to make it. Afterwards, I can leave safely. When did Xihuanggu fall to this point? If the national teacher is here, I have to go to the main hall today and kneel. Not for the last three days!"

When the five masters heard this, their faces froze slightly.

Master Bo Yueheng can only respond to this:

"Sect Master Cheng is lucky, if it wasn't for the teacher's retreat, you wouldn't be able to leave today."

"Yes?"

Cheng Jiujiang snorted coldly, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com picked up his apprentice from the ring and walked away.

Seeing this scene, Wu Qingwan's face that was a little happy, sank again, and she pursed her lips, but she didn't know what to say.

Zuo Lingquan watched Cheng Jiujiang leave, his brows furrowed, he turned and got off the ring, put on his robe and walked to Wu Qingwan's side, and said softly:

"Senior Wu, let's go for a walk in the back?"

Wu Qingwan knew that Zuo Lingquan saw the strangeness of the national teacher, sighed faintly, her face was still gentle and demure, but she did not look at Zuo Lingquan, turned and walked to the veranda behind the main hall...

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