Chapter 22 Asura Son

Volume 1 Chapter 22 The Battle

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

With a sound of explosion, Mu Zixiu strongly held Liang Zheng's big sword. At the same time, the thunder and lightning all over his body attacked in a collective way, breaking away from Mu Zixiu's body, and all hit Liang Zheng, as if hundreds of silver needles were fired, causing The audience exclaimed.

Liang Zheng screamed and was shaken back more than ten steps. Many parts of his body were cracked and numb.

Mu Zixiu took advantage of the situation to pursue the attack and fired more than ten times of thunder fists, finally disrupting Liang Zheng's offensive.

"Okay, okay," the Yanwu Arena shouted with excitement.

Qin Ming also secretly clenched his fists, admiring Mu Zixiu's battle. Martial arts are dead, but alive when used. The same martial arts can exert different powers in the hands of different people. Just from the fluency of Mu Zixiu's 'True Thunder Trial', it is absolutely worthy of the name of his own disciple. No, it seems that the Great Elder has put a lot of effort into him.

But at this time, Liang Zheng suddenly fought back in the face of adversity, and the big knife slashed on Mu Zixiu inconceivably. Many people watching this scene gasped and didn't even know what happened.

Mu Zixiu dodged in a terrifying manner, but the clothes on his chest were still torn open by the big knife, leaving a scarlet wound on his chest. It was not serious, but it was bleeding. Mu Zixiu was stunned. He had the chance to win, and was about to make a move to defeat the enemy, but he capsized the boat in the sewer music?

The scarlet wound was very conspicuous on his white chest.

Mu Zixiu stretched out his fingers and wiped the blood, and sucked it gently in his mouth, the corners of his mouth evoked a cruel arc.

"I admit defeat!" Liang Zheng took the knife very freely, and he was indeed a lot worse than Mu Zixiu.

"Admit defeat? I haven't played enough, I just saw some blood." Mu Zixiu's expression changed, and he took the initiative to rush to Liang Zheng.

Liang Zheng frowned slightly, but did not retreat, he took a deep breath, and waved his heavy sword to attack.

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

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

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

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

Qin Ming ignored them and continued to appreciate the wonderful showdown on the Yanwu stage.

"Why are you still watching?" the leader of the young man shouted arrogantly.

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

"Is it in your eyes?" Qin Ming glanced at them.

"Hey, you're really brave, and Lingwu's third-level heaven will be broken?"

"I have always been very courageous, and there is no pressure to abuse you." Qin Ming sneered. The year before he had not entered the Lingwu realm, he abused these disciples who were already in the first stage of Lingwu with brute force. I haven't seen each other for more than half a year. But two years later, these disciples slowly climbed to the third level of Lingwu.

These words immediately stimulated the five people.

"We were in the first stage of Lingwu at the time, and we were not proficient in martial arts. Now that we have mastered martial arts, we are no longer what we used to be."

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

"I was looking for you these days, and you delivered it yourself."

When they remembered the embarrassing incident back then, they became angry, and the five immediately dispersed, surrounded Qin Ming, and prepared to humiliate Qin Ming in public.

A pretty girl next to them sneered at them: "Don't be too self-aware, just now Pang Hu was beaten down by Qin Ming with two punches, and rolled down the mountain from the road you came from. Just you? Let's play while you are."

"Are you kidding?" The five frowned, and their high momentum weakened a bit on the spot.

"Just kidding with you? Are you worthy?" The girl was a little too pretty, so she didn't bother to pay attention to them, and continued to watch the fierce battle on the martial arts field.

"Don't be embarrassed here, get out of here." Others scolded, they all watched the battle in the martial arts field with enthusiasm, how could they care about it here.

The five disciples looked at each other, Qin Ming beat Pang Hu away? If I remember correctly, Pang Hu is the fifth heaven of Lingwu, right? Is it a disciple of the same name?

Seeing that they were retreating, Qin Ming ignored them and continued to look at the martial arts field.

The battle on the martial arts field is becoming more dangerous.

Liang Zheng conceded defeat again and again, but he couldn't hold on anymore. Mu Zixiu did not give up, and forced Liang Zheng to retreat again and again.

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

How dare you hurt me! Mu Zixiu sneered in his heart, his left fist attacked, interfering with Liang Zheng, and his right palm slammed into his face, taking out his eyes.

"Be careful, Liang Zheng." Someone in the audience exclaimed.

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

Stab it! Mu Zixiu's right palm suddenly exploded with lightning, the dazzling light, and the splashing arc, stinging Liang Zheng's eyes.

Liang Zheng screamed and couldn't see anything clearly.

Mu Zixiu's tensed palms slammed into his face, knocking him back, flying off the ground, and smashing into the crowd.

"Ah!" Liang Zheng screamed in pain while holding his eyes, blood oozing out of his fingers.

The surrounding disciples hurried up to help, dragged Liang Zheng to a safe distance, and looked at Mu Zixiu on the stage angrily. Isn't it a sparring? As for such a ruthless hand.

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

"The last blow is too handsome, the combination of reality and reality, one move is a foregone conclusion."

Mu Zixiu stood by the stage, glanced coldly at the screaming Liang Zheng, snorted, hurt me? act recklessly. He resumed his smile and was about to accept the cheers from the audience, but unexpectedly saw Qin Ming standing on a stone jar in the distance. He was slightly surprised, but also smiled, hey, why is this kid here.

Mu Zixiu was one of the direct disciples of the Great Elder of the Qingyun Sect, and naturally he was also a close confidant of the Great Elder. He has always been very concerned about Qin Ming, who was named and punished by the elders.

"Isn't this the young city lord Qin Ming?" Mu Zixiu walked towards Qin Ming with a smile on his face. He heard that this kid was in the third stage of Lingwu.

"Hello, Young Master Mu, goodbye Young Master Mu." Qin Ming was going to leave here, and inferior disciples were not allowed to appear in the martial arts arena, not to mention that he was also a part-time servant.

"Hey, don't go, someone's personal disciple is greeting you as a servant." The five disciples who had just collapsed stopped Qin Ming and deliberately emphasized the word 'servant'.

"Step aside!"

The five laughed wickedly: "No!"

Bang! Qin Ming pushed the disciple's chest in front of him with a palm, slamming inch by inch, and his strength exploded. The smile on the disciple's face was still piled up, and his body had already flew out. There were steep steps behind him. After landing, it rebounded strongly, bang bang bang , rolled all the way to the foot of the mountain hundreds of meters, and there was no movement.

The smiles on the faces of the other four disciples froze, and they looked back in a daze, swallowing hard. A question pops into my head, brother, are you still alive?

Many disciples next to him grinned straight at him. This is a hedgehog, and whoever touches it will prick his hand.

"I've been leisurely lately, are you in the mood to come to the martial arts arena to watch the battle?" Mu Zixiu asked Qin Ming with a smile, walked off the ring, and the disciples between the two consciously parted ways.

"I'm here to deliver." Qin Ming was helpless and couldn't leave.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't ask you to come to the martial arts field to peek at the competition. I heard that you have reached the third level of Lingwu. I'm happy for you."

"Take your trouble."

"I'm curious, how did you do it, I heard that you didn't practice martial arts and didn't use spirit grass."

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

"What are you talking about, unqualified guy." The four disciples couldn't help but humiliate them, but they were caught by Qin Ming's glance.

The other disciples in the martial arts field secretly thought that it would be bad, and Mu Zixiu's sudden interest in Qin Ming would definitely not be a good thing.

Mu Zixiu smiled warmly, and the sun was handsome: "Our young city master Qin Ming has not yet been on the Yanwu stage, come, come up and stand and feel the feeling. Don't worry, I will take care of it when something goes wrong, and no one will punish you. of."

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

Mu Zixiu's entourage smiled and stopped him from the side: "I advise you to go up and stand."

Qin Ming smiled and shook his head: "Young Master Mu is a direct disciple, there's no need to pester me with a delivery guy."

"Don't be so nervous, I really don't have any malicious intentions, I just want to learn from you and learn how much fighting power you have in the third level of Lingwu. Although I am the same age as you, both are fifteen years old, but the realm is higher than yours. , if you don't mind, I can give you some pointers. How is it? It's a rare opportunity." Mu Zixiu looked at Qin Ming with a smile on his face.

But the implication was that anyone present could hear that Mu Zixiu was trying to teach Qin Ming a lesson under the guise of learning from each other. You are a direct disciple of the seventh-level Lingwu Heaven, challenging a third-level Lingwu without martial arts. It is clear that you want to bully people. Although Qin Ming is very powerful, it should be the limit to fight against a fourth-level Lingwu. Just now Pang Hu The reason why he lost so neatly was also because he was seriously injured and careless.

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

Some people can't stand it anymore: "Mu Zixiu, don't go too far, you are the seventh-level Lingwu, he is only the third-level Lingwu, and he has not practiced martial arts."

Mu Zixiu glanced coldly at the crowd: "What are you talking about, don't provoke my relationship with Young Master Qin Ming, we are discussing and giving advice normally."

Fucking advice! The man cursed inwardly, but didn't say much.