Chapter 177 Zhao Yuanqing

The faces of the people in the audience were filled with horror. Ling Fenghua smashed the puppet in the late stage of concentration with just one blow. This strength was indeed too shocking.

No one present thought that they could reach Ling Fenghua's level.

"Those who can participate in this sect ranking are all outstanding disciples of each family. It seems that Ling Fenghua is worthy of being the first disciple of this generation of Kangyang Country." Someone murmured to himself.

Most people couldn't calm down at this time, and their expressions were complicated when they looked at Ling Fenghua.

Li Wen's heart was also restless at this time. Ling Fenghua made him feel an unprecedented crisis with just one move. If he faced him now, there would be no chance of winning.

Lu Kuang's heart was shocked. He didn't have time to think about the puppet that had become fragments. At this time, he had rushed to Ling Fenghua and handed out the spear in his hand.

Ling Fenghua snorted coldly at this, and a large amount of spiritual power was stirred up from his body. With the emergence of spiritual power, Ling Fenghua's figure also disappeared in the ring.

Lv Kuang quickly raised the spear in his hand to resist the impact of Ling Fenghua's spiritual power. He didn't have time to think about Ling Fenghua who disappeared on the stage. He had to face more difficult things now.

At this moment, he seemed to be hit by something violently. His feet stood on the spot and his whole body plowed behind him.

After barely stabilizing his body, Lv Kuang quickly opened his spiritual sense to search for Ling Fenghua's figure.

Then his face changed, raised his spear and blocked to the side.

A dull sound of "dong" appeared, and Ling Fenghua quietly appeared on the side of Lv Kuang and punched on the spear.

The powerful impact made Lv Kuang's whole body tremble, and the hand holding the spear also relaxed at this time.

Li Wen looked at Ling Fenghua with a serious face at this time. When he disappeared from the stage just now, Li Wen could clearly capture his body movements, which means that he could catch up with him in terms of spiritual sense capture.

The spear fell on the ring. Under the exclamation of the crowd, Ling Fenghua delivered another punch and hit Lu Kuang.

"It's over!" Lu Kuang's face showed a look of surprise at this time, and then the whole person flew backwards as if struck by lightning, and hit the light curtain heavily.

After vomiting a large mouthful of blood, he fainted.

"Hiss!" Many people took a breath of cold air. It was too domineering for this person to make the opponent lose the ability to move with just one move.

As the light curtain disappeared, the cultivators of Xingye Sect hurriedly went on stage to check Lu Kuang's injuries.

"Don't worry, I'm holding back. He just fainted. He will be fine after a rest!" Ling Fenghua said coldly to the cultivators of Xingye Sect, and then jumped off the ring.

Li Wen stood at the edge of the ring and saw Ling Fenghua walking towards him, and his heart was slightly shocked.

Wang Liang stood beside Li Wen, tugged on Li Wen's clothes, and then bowed to Ling Fenghua: "Congratulations, senior brother!"

Li Wen also bowed to Ling Fenghua and said.

At this time, Ling Fenghua walked past the two with a cold face and then stopped and said softly: 'Do a good job in the second game later, don't bring shame to the sect! '

Li Wen's expression changed and replied: 'Yes, senior brother. '

Ling Fenghua nodded and walked away.

What Li Wen didn't expect was that his performance on the ring just now actually attracted Ling Fenghua's attention.

Wang Liang naturally knew Li Wen's performance on the ring just now. After Ling Fenghua walked away, he whispered to Li Wen: "Don't let the previous thing happen in the second game later. Don't hide your strength. If you made a mistake before, it would damage the reputation of the sect and make the master angry. It's not a good thing."

Li Wen nodded quickly, but he was very happy at this time. Since he could attract Ling Fenghua's attention, the plan behind was to find a way to get close to the other party.

At this time, a cheer came. Li Wen and Wang Liang looked in the direction of the sound. They saw Wei Yang stepping on a cultivator on the stage, with a hint of pride on his face.

When his eyes swept over Li Wen, the smile on his lips became much brighter.

"It seems that the strength of the outer disciples is also good. They can actually defeat the inner disciples of other sects." Wang Liang said with approval.

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The Imperial Palace of Chao'an City, the capital of Kangyang State

The palace was in chaos at this time, with a large number of soldiers fighting with foreign cultivators.

Zhao Yuanqing, a member of the Zhao family and the prince of Kangyang State, was hiding in the closet with fear on his face.

Every time the shouts and explosions from outside the house sounded, Zhao Yuanqing trembled all over.

With the creaking sound of the door being pushed open, the fear in Zhao Yuanqing's eyes had reached its peak at this moment.

The appearance of the door pushing sound meant that someone had entered the room where he was. Zhao Yuanqing trembled all over. He was only five years old and he had no intention of resisting at all.

Zhao Yuanqing covered his mouth and looked outside through the gap in the closet. A monk in black was slowly looking around with a crazy smile on his face.

As the monk in black locked his eyes on the closet, Zhao Yuanqing's face was full of fear.

"Haha, found it!" The monk in black laughed and suddenly opened the closet door, revealing Zhao Yuanqing with a desperate face.

After putting the long knife on Zhao Yuanqing's neck, a trace of cruel murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the monk in the dark night: 'Boy, blame your disappointing father for causing you to suffer this misfortune. I will send you downstairs and reunite with your family. '

Zhao Yuanqing's pupils suddenly contracted after hearing this.

After the black-clothed monk finished speaking, he raised his long sword and prepared to chop off Zhao Yuanqing's head.

At this moment, a black shadow rushed in from outside the door and stabbed the black-clothed monk's heart with a sword.

"You!" The black-clothed monk looked at the long sword that pierced his body from his back in disbelief.

Zhao Yuanqing's face suddenly showed surprise after seeing the black shadow's face: "Mother!"

The woman in luxurious clothes was covered in blood and her face was pale.

After throwing the body of the black-clothed monk aside, the woman hugged Zhao Yuanqing and ran out of the house quickly.

At this time, Zhao Yuanqing could no longer control his emotions and burst into tears.

The woman who heard her child crying wiped his face with her hand and comforted him softly: 'Don't be afraid, Qing'er, Qing'er is already an adult, isn't he! ’

After hearing the woman's gentle voice, Zhao Yuanqing wiped the tears from his face and nodded vigorously.

Seeing this, the woman looked at Zhao Yuanqing with love and said softly: 'Qing'er, promise your mother that you must live well in the future! '

Born in an imperial family, Zhao Yuanqing is much more mature than children of the same age. After hearing what his mother said, he instantly realized something. Just when he was about to speak, he felt a strong drowsiness and fell asleep.

The woman touched her dantian at this time, and a large piece of blood began to be reflected at this time.

"Qing'er, I'm sorry!" A miserable smile appeared on the woman's face. With a flash of light, Zhao Yuanqing disappeared in the woman's arms.