Compared with Yang Jun's fierce offensive of Yue Zilan, and Gu Jiuxin's sabre-rattling in the face of Chu Yi, Zheng Jian's performance was very calm, and he could even be called calm.

If you ignore the oily glow on his face due to the scorching heat and blazing sun, just looking at the posture of standing with his hands in his hands, and his leisurely expression, it is almost like he came to walk, met by chance, and then exchanged two words of greeting without pain.

Greetings, between acquaintances, are very ordinary exchanges, verbal dialogues, coupled with appropriate body and demeanor, are enough to maintain the stability of mutual emotions. And for relatively strangers, greeting may be a necessary part of getting closer to each other.

However, Jing Jing did not perceive from Zheng Jian the sense of urgency to have a deeper relationship with each other.

"Why don't you do it yet?"

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the blazing and dazzling light of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife, and a vast aura of vicissitudes spread, and he quietly puffed out his eyes and said to Zheng Jian.

Zheng Jian didn't answer, just shrugged his shoulders and turned his head to look at Yang Jun.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand as far as the eye can see, the sky is even clearer and cloudless, blue at the top and yellow at the bottom, only at the distant junction of heaven and earth, across the undulating and not too obvious outline of the sand dunes.

Between the vast heaven and earth, a sharp and fiery light suddenly burst out, a condensed breath. This heavy breath, this blazing light, spread around with Yang Jun as the center.

Yue Zi Lan's speed is very fast, so fast that it is difficult to capture its true trajectory.

And Yang Jun held the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife in his hand, raised his right arm flat, and spread out the entire knife surface, facing the scorching sunlight above his head.

At this moment, the blazing light was shining overhead, and a small shadow shrank on the soles of the feet, but it seemed to be contaminated with the heat of the red sand, and there was no shade at all.

The blazing light, without missing anything, was sprinkled on the ten thousand butcher knives, and in the haze, it seemed that something was converging towards the knife, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but be attracted by it.

The swarthy black blade glowed with a layer of red light in the blazing light, faintly dancing with strange lines, and the surrounding air emitted a crackling and popping sound.

Zheng Jian was attracted by this scene and stared at it.

Chu Yi sensed a familiar and unfamiliar aura, and immediately withdrew his hand and turned his head.

Jiang Su was originally moving slowly in a certain direction under the gesture of Zheng Jian's few glances, but at this time, he had to stop and set his eyes on the place where everyone's eyes met.

Yang Jun's cultivation is not very high now, he has just stepped into the spiritual cultivation realm, and the aura accumulated in his body exudes the lowest level of green jade light.

However, this lustrous jade luster was not conspicuous under the blazing and dazzling light at this moment.

All he could feel was a sweet stream of water, overflowing from the dantian, from the bottom to the top, along the meridians, rising to the chest and abdomen, and then rushing to the arm holding the knife, filling the arm that was now muscular.

It is a spring that is warm in winter and cool in summer. Under the scorching summer sun, it will bring coolness; In the cold winter wind, it carries a thick warm mist.

At this moment, this sweet spring surged in the body, and as a steady stream of power, it was injected into the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

The smooth white handle of the Wanbutcher Knife serves as a dividing line, with warmth and heat on one side and clear and cool on the other.

The red pattern loomed, and the aura of the green jade was hidden in the blazing sunlight, invisibly, there seemed to be a layer of separation between the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife and the surrounding area, but there was a handle to connect it to Yang Jun.

The inch-wide blade was also taken by this scorching aura, faintly glowing with a layer of red light, and the sword qi suddenly gathered before Yang Jun could make a move, and then took the blade of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife as a starting point and pushed it outward.

The air currents gathered into a transparent sword light, like rolling waves, rippling in the air, sweeping out towards the fast-running phantom.

A shining bright sword light was followed by a rolling black cloud with red edges, and the deep color seemed to contain great power, with terrifying power, and mysterious aura, as if to divide the heaven and the earth.

"It was an eye-opener." Zheng Jian shook his head and said, his expression seemed to be surprised, and his tone was like admiration and surprise.

Quietly glanced at him: "I think, it's not the first time you know Chu Ke's ability, right?" Moreover, you should have a deeper understanding than others. ”

Her expression was arrogant, her half-drooping eyelids, and her squinting eyes all clearly expressed her disdain and contempt for Zheng Jian.

"This time is different from the past," Zheng Jian smiled and said, "I heard that Jiang Ershao once said that if you don't say goodbye for a day, you should be impressed. When the Yuntai of Ling Chu Mountain was fighting, we were still apprentices in the same class as Uncle Chu, but now, we have been divided into generations. ”

Quietly Huo Ran raised his eyes and glared at the person in front of him.

Recognize the day, that is, be impressed. This is Jiang Linxian's words about Yang Jun. What does this man mean?

Zheng Jian smiled: "Miss Jing, don't be nervous. I don't mean anything else, I just want to tell you-"

"What?"

"Since you don't have a day, you can be impressed. Why does Miss Jing still look at me with the old eyes? ”

"So what?"

"Of course, you may not be able to get me!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he reached out and reached quietly on the shoulder.

"Miss Jing personally teaches Bi Shouza, which must also be very beneficial, so we might as well compare and compare."

Jing Quietly because of her strong foundation and extraordinary spiritual talent, she was taken away by Yin Gefeng and accepted by Bi Ge as a personal disciple, and she was also the only female disciple accepted by Bi Ge Fu.

And Zheng Jiantou reported to Yin Gefeng, Yuntai lost to the ring, and returned defeated, but in the battle of the Yunfeng side, there was a small gain, so that even if Chen Jianwei was disgusted with all the people and things related to Yin Gefeng, he didn't care about Yin Gefeng, who he reported first, and turned him away.

However, Zheng Jian only entered Zhiyun Peak as an ordinary disciple, and was not able to get close to Chen Jianwei.

Of course, due to the recent series of accidents in Xuantianmen, in the new term, not to mention ordinary disciples, even newly baked personal disciples, there may not be many opportunities to face the first and first thrones and listen to the lessons.

Zheng Jian's defeat in the election of Yin Gefeng was just a pity, and the reason why even ordinary disciples did not mix with one was actually inseparable from Yang Jun to a certain extent.

If the opponents he unfortunately encountered at that time were too strong, Zheng Jian believed that he might not be defeated.

Jing quietly seemed to have thought of this, and avoided Zheng Jian's first attack with his shoulders heavy, and then his palms closed, and the immortal gourd disappeared in the middle of his palm with the scarlet white jade in it.

She laughed loudly: "I said you are jealous!" The master doesn't like you with soft bones, so it's useful for you to find me angry? In the end, you still have to see the real chapter under your fists and feet! ”

However, the defeat of Yang Jun without a fight was his strategy to preserve his strength in order to achieve after-effects.

Today's situation, in the final analysis, is Zheng Jian's own choice.

And the two of them are both disciples in the martial arts cultivation department, and in the two-month intensive training, the most common practice is naturally the most basic body refining and muscle and bone forging reshaping.

Jing Jing had never paid attention to Zheng Jian before, and the deepest impression of this person was the battle of Yuntai that he took the initiative to lose without a fight, and she was able to remember this small competition in Ling Chushan's big competition, and that was because one of the participants was Yang Jun.

It was also until today that I quietly discovered that this young man named Zheng Jian was also a qualified martial arts cultivator.

Zheng Jian's appearance is average, of course, there are no Xuantianmen disciples who are ugly, but Zheng Jian's handsome eyebrows and a slightly heroic appearance are really too ordinary, at least among the Xuantianmen disciples, especially among the disciples of Yin Gefeng and Zhiyun Peak, who are known for their martial arts, heroic spirit is not a very prominent and special temperament.

However, Zheng Jian has a rare sense of peace. No matter what you say quietly, you are careless, you seem to be elegant, and you have a sense of ease.

Such a trait is a bit special. Especially in the cloud holding peak, which is dominated by strong winds.

The contradiction between Yin Ge Peak and Zhiyun Peak has been going on for a long time, since Bi Ge Fu and Chen Jianwei were the first two to take the first seat, the disciples of the two peaks have been fighting all year round, and they have to compete in all aspects.

However, because Jing Jing is a new disciple, he still has very little experience in this area, and more often, in the interval of the training camp, he listens to the senior brothers gritting their teeth and talking about two or three things about fighting with Zhiyun Peak.

Quietly in the practice has always been hard, not only before the big competition, after the big competition, even if it has not been taught by Bi Ge Fu personally, he has not stopped practicing, but the actual combat experience is still on the low side.

At this time, the four eyes met, and the qi of each other's courts and martial artists was triggered, and a battle intent naturally diffused.

Where Yang Jun is, there is a vast and mysterious atmosphere, and where he quietly intersects with Zheng Jian, there is a strong desire to fight, like two tigers standing in the mountains and forests.

The reason why Zheng Jian is a qualified martial artist is because his punches and kicks are extremely protective of the rules and regulations, and he is solemn and rigid to the extreme, but between these punches and feet, there is a flexible and stretching atmosphere, as if he can do whatever he wants to the extreme, and every move and style is at will.

And this is the first time since quietly worshipping under the door of Bigo, the first serious fight. A secret excitement quickly rose from the bottom of her heart, she straightened her expression and began to face Zheng Jian's opponent.

Zheng Jian is tall, a little taller than Chu Yi. When he said, "Compare with me", the fist style was already coming out with the words.

Zheng Jian, who was tall, was different from the martial cultivator who held Yunfeng's muscles, and he looked a little thinner. However, this did not prevent him from performing the moves of the first lesson of martial arts fundamentals.

Probably because the content is so plain that there is nothing to attract attention.

However, with his arms straightened and his fingers clawed, he suddenly climbed towards Jing's left shoulder.

It's not the neck, it's not the fairy that stops it, it's the fairy Hu of the scarlet white jade Weng, when it's the second for the second idiot,

The quiet speed is what Bi Ge Fu affirmed. She didn't have enough palms to close in the middle, so she immediately put away the fairy gourd, and at the same time turned sideways, divided her palms into two palms, and pushed them under Zheng Jian's armpits, which is the most vulnerable place in the human body, and it is also for monks.

Because the number of spiritual veins and spiritual apertures in this place is small, the protective ability is naturally greatly weakened.

Quietly thought that this move would succeed, but unexpectedly, Zheng Jian hurriedly twisted his body, and his body naturally bent to avoid her hard blow, but Zheng Jian almost twisted his torso into a twist because of this move.

Jing quietly admired this.

"Nine-Tailed Spirit Snake!"

This is a body refining technique that belongs to the middle and upper echelons of martial cultivators, because its requirements for bones are quite high, and it is generally necessary to cultivate to reach the disciples of the young master before they can cultivate, but I didn't expect Zheng Jian to contact the nine-tailed spirit snake with the cultivation of martial arts.

Quietly exclaimed, but his hands were not slow at all, his ten fingers were stretched, and he stretched out his strength forward, and his two arms suddenly stretched out three inches like vines, following Zheng Jian's figure closely, and he never lagged behind at all.

"Good!" Zheng Jian looked at it sideways, and immediately cheered.

secretly said in his heart, the quiet female streamer can be accepted by Bi Ge as a personal disciple, which is indeed his peculiarity.

The two of them came and went, although their fists, feet and palms did not touch, but between them, they felt a vigorous force in each other's bodies.

The muscles on Zheng Jian's arms did not bulge high like ordinary Yunfeng disciples, but were hidden under the loose sleeves of his robe, strong and tight, and continued their profound strength.

This power is completely exposed in the action, and there is no reservation at all, between the fingers and claws, the arms are stretched and contracted, and every movement carries the strength and beauty of the muscles.

This is a feeling of both strangeness and familiarity for quietness.

She often trained alone after the training camp, in the martial arts arena of Yin Gefeng, facing the empty void space, punching and kicking her muscles and bones, getting up again and again in pain, and gaining stronger strength than the previous moment.

For one, it is the excitement of the eagerness to conquer that is familiar.

And Zheng Jian, as a human being, is more of a mixture of emotions than the void in the martial arts arena, like a riverbank, which will fight back the waves that have washed over as they are.

From Zheng Jian's body, she quietly felt a rebounding force, and the same force and force struggled to make her feel a burst of excitement from her heart.

She raised her head, her eyes shining like everlasting stars, and her two dark eyes shone with two blazing fires. In the petite body, a stubborn persistence burst out.

She raised her head, her eyes shining like everlasting stars, and her two dark eyes shone with two blazing fires. In the petite body, a stubborn persistence burst out.

She raised her head, her eyes shining like everlasting stars, and her two dark eyes shone with two blazing fires. In the petite body, a stubborn persistence burst out. (To be continued.) )