Chapter 834: A Trial

Zong Yuan and Qing Lian walked towards the distance, because there was a group of children gathered there. They were not very old, the youngest was five or six years old, and the oldest was only ** years old, but everyone's cultivation was very profound. These children had yellow skin, white skin, brown skin, and all kinds of colors, among which white skin children were the majority.

These children were obviously divided into several camps, and even the white children did not stand together completely. Children all love to play. Zong Yuan and Qing Lian did not think too much. Seeing a group of yellow-skinned children together, they walked over quickly.

There were six children in this group. They were not tall. Although they were about the same age as Zong Yuan, they were obviously shorter. When Zong Yuan walked over, the six children were talking in a low voice. They felt someone approaching, and twelve cold eyes shot over.

Originally, they were a few steps away from walking into the circle where the other party was standing, but this hostile look made Zong Yuan stunned, and he couldn't help but slow down his pace, and finally stopped five steps away. He frowned, wondering where these little brats came from and why they were so unfriendly?

Qinglian also frowned slightly and whispered, "Brother Zongyuan, let's go back."

Zongyuan nodded: "Okay, there's someone I know over there, let's go say hello."

Just as the two were about to leave, one of the six children, the tallest and seemingly the core figure, sneered: "The Chinese are so rude, now that they are here, why are they leaving again?"

Zongyuan was stunned. From the other party's stiff words, he heard that the other party might be a monk from Japan. But then his little face fell. Zhang Jun taught him since he was a child that people who practice cultivation can be insulted.

Qinglian knew that Zongyuan was going to lose his temper when he saw his expression, so he quickly pulled his sleeve and whispered: "Brother Zongyuan, don't pay attention to them. If you hurt someone, the master will punish you again."

Zongyuan grinned and said to Qinglian: "Don't worry, my wife, even if I beat this person to death, my father will not punish me, but will praise me instead." After that, he walked towards the other party with a cold face.

The provocative child was a little surprised. He didn't expect Zong Yuan to really come over. He raised his eyebrows and said sharply: "Boy, are you here to apologize?"

Zong Yuan walked to the opposite side of the man and said coldly: "From your tone, you should be Japanese, right?"

"Baga! How dare you blaspheme my great country of Japan!" The child was furious and grabbed Zong Yuan. Although he was young, his cultivation had reached the ninth level of true power. When he attacked, his true power was surging, and it was obvious that he used all his strength. This was a fatal blow.

"You are so cruel at such a young age. Does your mother know that you did this?" Zong Yuan shook his head and stepped back slightly to avoid the child's attack.

The Japanese kid was a little surprised that his attack failed. Then he blushed and said sternly: "Boy, my name is Minglei, a member of the Japanese royal family! It's your honor to be defeated by me today!"

Zong Yuan looked like he saw an idiot and said: "Defeated by you? It's my honor? Did I lose? Besides, the Japanese royal family is nothing, how can I be honored?"

"Kill!"

Minglei shouted loudly, kicked his feet suddenly, and rushed towards Zongyuan like lightning. In the real force field he emitted, a fierce breath locked onto Zongyuan, and he really wanted to kill.

From childhood to adulthood, Zongyuan has always bullied others, and has never been bullied by others. Seeing that someone dared to hit him, he couldn't help but snorted, shook his little fist, and said: "I'll hit you in the stomach!" Then he moved, and if he didn't move, it would be fine, but he moved like lightning.

"Pounce!"

Before Minglei's fist was thrown out, Zongyuan's fist had already reached his stomach. His little fist was very powerful. Although he did not use his magical power, the physique of the half-step magical power level was far beyond the realm of Yuanjue. How could Ming Lei withstand it? He groaned and bent his waist like a shrimp, and sweat ran down his forehead in pain.

The remaining six six-year-olds were shocked. They roared together and rushed towards Zong Yuan. Zong Yuan was not afraid, but excited. His eyes were shining. He let out a strange cry and pounced into the enemy group like a little lion, pointing east and hitting west. Soon he knocked the other five children to the ground. He hit hard, and the bones were light with one punch. Two of them were knocked unconscious.

This is the gap between half-step magical power and Yuanjue. The six people added together are not his opponent. Clapping his hands, Zong Yuan said with disdain: "You dare to fight with others with just this little skill? Are all you Japanese monks so impetuous and uneducated?"

The first one to be knocked down, Ming Lei, roared and stood up from the ground. His eyes were red. He pointed at Zong Yuan and said sternly: "Five Ghost Kings, kill!"

Instantly, the wind roared, and a black shadow with black air appeared behind Ming Lei. He made strange and weird syllables, and five evil ghosts appeared and rushed towards Zong Yuan. This person's magical power is obviously to drive evil ghosts, and the momentum is amazing.

Zhang Jun was not far away. When he saw the half-step magical power, he did not move. Because this kind of ghost-controlling magical power is not difficult for Zong Yuan at all. Zong Yuan's powerful magical power is quite amazing, and he is least afraid of this kind of unconventional magical power. Sure enough, a hint of sarcasm appeared on Zong Yuan's little face. When the five ghost shadows approached, he suddenly shouted loudly, and his divine power gushed out, unleashing his magical power. This vision imitated the opponent's magical power, and was three times more powerful.

The five ghost figures suddenly stagnated, then flew back with a "whoosh" and rushed towards the black figure. The black figure was so shocked that he turned around and retreated without caring about anything else. But the ghost's speed was so fast, he pounced on him, and five gloomy and cold wills rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness, making it difficult to resist. The black shadow yelled, black energy billowing all over his body, and he didn't know what secret technique he used to restrain the evil ghost in an instant.

However, he no longer dared to take action against Zong Yuan, but retreated in a flash.

At this moment, Ming Lei and others were stunned. Even the Five Ghost Kings, who were the most powerful among the Ninja Kings, were defeated! They suddenly realized that Zong Yuan was already a master of half-step magical powers. In this case, wouldn't the Japanese royal family have no chance at this genius conference?

Ming Lei and the other six left dejectedly, and Zong Yuan didn't bother to pay them any attention. However, what happened here still alarmed many forces in the distance, and people cast strange looks. One pair of eyes was particularly serious. It was the little boy who had competed with Zong Yuan in the Xuanhuang Little World, Ilia. He was now a Holy Spirit Angel and had half a step of magical power in combat.

Where Ilia was, there was not just one child, but ten children, two of whom were Holy Spirit angels. In addition to Ilia, there is also a white child with single eyelids who is also a Holy Spirit Angel. The white child followed Ilia's gaze and looked over with a mocking expression: "Ilia, you are known as the number one young genius in Eastern Europe. Was it because you were defeated by that little monkey?"

Ilia frowned slightly and said: "Gude, don't underestimate anyone. This person is very powerful. His master is the Taoist Lord among the three religions, which is equivalent to the Angel of Knowledge in Eastern Europe."

The kid named Goode disagreed and said: "I'm not looking down on him, but I think you are trying to make others more ambitious and destroy your own prestige. That's good. That stupid pig from South Korea is here too, so let's give him a try." "

Ilia's heart moved and he said, "If you have any idea, I won't interfere."

Goode smiled "hehe", turned around and walked to the left. On the left side, there were eight children standing, but they were divided into two groups, four on each side. Four against four, they faced each other, each other's eyes were full of hostility, and they wanted to kill each other.

The four children on the east side are dressed more fashionably; the four children on the west side are dressed very simply. Among the fashionably dressed children, the leading one stared at the other four and said, "I need to remind you that the Kim family's strength in occupying North Korea is exhausted. If you continue to persist in your stubbornness, destruction will be waiting for you!"

The leader of the children opposite looked proud: "Don't think that because your Li family controls the Southern Dynasties, you can be arrogant in front of me. I can easily defeat you!"

People nearby are accustomed to this kind of dispute. North Korea and South Korea attend every genius conference, and they will confront each other every time they attend. They are natural enemies. The two sides were attacking each other with words. Goode came over and said contemptuously: "I say, the conflict between the north and the south actually stems from the three religions. If the three religions had not been obstructive, the Korean Peninsula would have been unified long ago."

People on both sides fell silent. They had to admit that what Good said was right. A divided peninsula would be beneficial to many parties.

Gude continued: "This time the three religions also sent someone, and the other party seems to be very promising." As he said, he pointed to Zongyuan in the distance, "Did you see that he is a Taoist master?" Disciple, I already have half-step magical power."

A child surnamed Jin said proudly: "What about Lord Dao's disciples? I have the noble blood of Mount Paektu, so I can defeat him!"

"My Li family's bloodline is even more extraordinary. Even if I don't have even half a step of supernatural power, I can still defeat him!" The kid surnamed Li was even more proud.

"Very good. You can defeat him now and disillusion the three religions in claiming the spot." Gude said with a smile, "Don't worry, if you can't beat him, I will help you."

"We don't need help!" the two children said in unison, then glared at each other and walked towards Zongyuan.

Zhang Jun, who was in the distance, had been observing what was happening around him. Naturally, this scene could not escape his eyes. He couldn't help but shake his head: "How can two boys who have inherited small magical powers be Zongyuan's opponents? But the one named Gude The kid is interesting, Zongyuan should be careful when the time comes, he will be a strong enemy. "

After Zongyuan taught several Japanese children a lesson, he moved closer to Ilia intentionally or unintentionally. He actually wanted to give the other person a slap in the face in advance, because Li Daojun told him that if there was a chance, he must suppress the other person. Of course he won't forget.

However, before he really got close, he found two yellow-skinned little guys approaching him, both with obvious hostility. Zongyuan was depressed, thinking where did these two mallets come from? Why did you come up here in such a daze?

"Hey, are you from the three sects of Middle-earth?" the child from the Jin family asked loudly.

"Looking at you, you must be a Taoist figure, right?" the Li family child also asked, and he seemed very dissatisfied with the Jin family child asking questions first.

Zong Yuan hugged his arms and said to the two of them, "Okay, you just want to fight, come on, I will play with you!"