readx;?“ The gentleman said that the horse is difficult to chase, you can just let the horse come. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Zhao Jingfeng said.

"Arrogance!" Zheng Cong stopped talking nonsense, and rushed directly towards Zhao Jingfeng, since Zhao Jingfeng said to let him make ten moves, then he didn't care about it at all, just let go of the attack.

Zheng Cong quickly rushed to Zhao Jingfeng's body, and directly punched at Zhao Jingfeng, the attack speed of this punch was very fast, with the slightest sound of breaking through the air.

In the face of Zheng Cong's punch, Zhao Jingfeng only took a small step back, and Zheng Cong's fist stopped because of the length limit of his arm when it first reached his face.

"Whew...... It's so dangerous, I almost got hit......"

"This Zhao Jingfeng will not have this strength, the competition has just begun, and he was almost hit, if he is hit by this punch, I am afraid that he will be hurt a lot, and the winner can be distinguished. ”

"This Zhao Jingfeng's luck is really good, so he can avoid it......"

The vast majority of people around the ring thought that Zhao Jingfeng was dangerous and limited, and only happened to dodge this punch, only a few people saw the subtlety, and their gaze towards Zhao Jingfeng changed a little.

Seeing that he was almost able to hit the other party, Zheng Cong couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart, but his hand movement was not slow, and at the same time, he kicked towards Zhao Jingfeng quickly.

Soon, the limit of ten moves has passed, and within these ten moves, Zhao Jingfeng did not fight back, and he easily dodged in the face of Zheng Cong's attacks, and in the eyes of others, Zhao Jingfeng almost every time he dodged an attack from Zheng Cong, it was a dangerous pass, which made many people in the ring sweat, including Zhao Xiongying.

Although Zheng Cong's attack was very fast, he didn't even touch Zhao Jingfeng's clothes within these ten moves, which couldn't help but make Zheng Cong feel very angry in his heart.

Raising his hand to block Zheng Cong's fist, Zhao Jingfeng said in a light tone: "Ten moves have passed, it's time to fight back next." As he spoke, Zhao Jingfeng kicked towards Zheng Cong.

The speed of this kick was very fast, it was too late to dodge, and just when Zheng Cong reached out to block, and his hand was just halfway out, Zhao Jingfeng's leg had already kicked Zheng Cong's chest fiercely.

"Kick, kick, kick!"

The powerful impact from the leg made Zheng Cong staggered back several steps before he stood firm, when his body stabilized, Zheng Cong looked at Zhao Jingfeng with a look of horror in his eyes, the other party obviously only had the strength of eight layers of spiritual power, but the strength of this leg was beyond his imagination, almost making him unable to parry.

At the last freshman martial arts competition, Zheng Cong had never fought Zhao Jingfeng head-to-head at all, so he didn't know Zhao Jingfeng's exact strength at all, and at this moment, after a fight, he realized that Zhao Jingfeng's strength was much stronger than he imagined, and judging from the powerful strength that came from the leg just now, he even suspected that Zhao Jingfeng's strength was more than eight layers of spiritual power at all.

Zhao Jingfeng probably also wanted to end the fight quickly, and did not give Zheng Jing time to breathe, his body rushed forward quickly, and a punch was punched, hitting Zheng Cong's nose at a very fast speed.

The expression on Zheng Cong's face gradually became solemn, and his body was a little embarrassed to dodge Zhao Jingfeng's fist, and then picked up his fist and smashed it at Zhao Jingfeng's head.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhao Jingfeng's mouth, stretched out one hand to block Zheng Cong's fist, and at the same time tightly clasped Zheng Cong's arm with the other hand, and then stood firmly with his feet, and at the same time his waist sank, his arms suddenly exerted force, grabbed one of Zheng Cong's arms, and threw him far away.

Zheng Cong's body was as light as a feather, and he was thrown out lightly by Zhao Jingfeng, flying a distance of four or five meters in the air, and finally fell into the ring with a "bump!" sound.

"Suck ......"

Seeing that Zhao Jingfeng's body was not strong, but a little weak, he could actually make such a move, many classmates in the ring took a breath of cool air, and for a while, everyone's eyes on Zhao Jingfeng changed, and after the fight between the two, no one dared to underestimate Zhao Jingfeng anymore.

The faces of Zheng Jing and Zheng Roushui have gradually become ugly, and this situation has exceeded their expectations.

"Hmph! Zhao Jingfeng, you really have some ability. Zheng Jing gritted his teeth and said, his tone a little low.

Zheng Cong got up from the ring in embarrassment, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of resentment when he looked at Zhao Jingfeng.

"Ah!" Zheng Cong let out an angry roar, the spiritual power belonging to the ninth percent strength had been completely concentrated on his palms, and then quickly came to Zhao Jingfeng's body, and his palms pressed up at the same time, hitting Zhao Jingfeng's chest fiercely.

Zhao Jingfeng sneered, and the spiritual power in his body quickly condensed on his palms, and then slammed out, colliding with Zheng Cong's palms.

"Bump!"

With a dull sound, the palms of Zhao Jingfeng and Zheng Cong collided fiercely, and the palms of the two were separated with a touch, and the strong anti-shock force made the bodies of the two of them retreat backwards at the same time.

Zhao Jingfeng's body was constantly twisted, his feet were constantly staggered, with that skillful skill, he quickly unloaded the power of the anti-shock, looking at Zheng Cong who was still retreating on the opposite side, the sharp divine light flashed away from Zhao Jingfeng's eyes, and then his body rushed forward quickly, and then jumped high, kicking towards Zheng Cong who was still retreating with all his strength.

Before he could control his body, Zheng Cong had no strength to resist at all, and was directly kicked in the chest by Zhao Jingfeng's powerful kick, and suddenly the whole person was kicked directly and flew off the ring.

"Poof!" fell to the ground, Zheng Cong's face had become extremely pale, and then a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, obviously suffering a lot of injuries.

"Second brother!"

"Second brother!"

Zheng Cong and Zheng Roushui hurriedly ran to Zheng Cong's side, looking at Zheng Cong, whose face had become pale and there were still some blood stains on the corners of his mouth, their faces were full of worry.

"Second brother, are you okay?" Zheng Jing asked in a deep voice, his face has become very ugly, this time is different from the last time, in the last freshman competition, Zheng Cong can be said to be a momentary negligence after losing to Zhao Jingfeng, but this time it is different, this time Zheng Cong lost to the other party in a dignified fight with Zhao Jingfeng in the ring, doesn't this mean that Zheng Jing, whose spiritual power has reached the ninth layer, is not as good as a freshman with only eight layers of spiritual power.

"Second brother, how are you, are you seriously injured? Zheng Roushui asked with concern, her tone full of worry.

Zheng Cong stood up with difficulty under the support of the two, shook his head gently, and said, "Big brother, third sister, I'm fine, but I have some minor injuries." Zheng Cong's tone was a little weak.

Looking at Zheng Cong's pale face, Zheng Jing's eyes were full of anger, he raised his head and looked at Zhao Jingfeng who was standing in the ring, and said in a low tone: "Third sister, you take care of the second brother, I'll teach that arrogant kid a lesson!"

"Big Brother Don't ......"

"Big brother don't ......"

Zheng Jing and Zheng Roushui were about to stop it, but unfortunately it was too late, looking at Zheng Jing who had already entered the ring, Zheng Cong and Zheng Roushui sighed at the same time, Zheng Jing's battle was won or lost, then from now on, the prestige of their Zheng family in Confucius and Mencius Academy would be greatly reduced. Originally, it was a fair duel, even if you lose, it's nothing, it's just a big deal to lose some face, but now that Zheng Jingyi stirred it up, the result has changed, an old student who has been enrolled for several years actually bullied a freshman, after this matter was spread, the three brothers and sisters were inevitably ridiculed in the academy.

Zhao Jingfeng looked at Zheng Jing who jumped into the ring with a flat gaze, a faint sneer appeared on his face, and said, "Do you want to avenge your second brother?"

Zheng Jing stared at Zhao Jingfeng with sharp eyes, snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Jingfeng, your strength is indeed very strong, but since you hurt my second brother, then I will never let you leave the ring intact." ”

Hearing this, many people watching the battle in the ring frowned, and their gaze at Zheng Jing suddenly changed.

"Zheng Jing, what do you mean, are you bullying me Zhao Mansion is no more. As soon as Zheng Jing's words fell, a slightly thick voice came from under the ring, and then I saw a figure jumping up from under the ring, naturally it was Zhao Xiongying, Zhao Jingfeng's eldest brother.

Zhao Xiongying stared at Zheng Jing fiercely, and said angrily: "Zheng Jing, you want to beat me and you." ”

Looking at Zhao Xiongying, who was willing to stand up for himself, Zhao Jingfeng couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and said softly: "Big brother, go down, I can solve this matter." ”

Zhao Xiongying shook his head and said, "No, fourth brother, you still go down, Zheng Jing's strength has already reached the peak of the tenth layer of spiritual power, you are not his opponent, big brother will help you get him." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Jingfeng hesitated slightly, then nodded slightly, and said, "Big brother, then you should be careful." With that, Zhao Jingfeng got out of the ring directly.

Zheng Jing looked at Zhao Xiongying with a little disdain, and sneered: "Zhao Xiongying, you are asking for hardship, no wonder me." ”

"Hmph, you're saying this too early, it's not certain who wins and who loses. Zhao Xiongying said coldly, the strength of both him and Zheng Jing was at the peak of the tenth layer of spiritual power, if Zheng Jing hadn't condensed the Natal Soul Treasure to become a martial artist, the strength of both of them would be between them.

Zheng Jing showed a mocking look on his face, and his eyes were full of disdain when he looked at Zhao Xiongying, and then his right hand was slowly raised, only to see a golden powerful aura fluctuation coming from his right hand, and gradually condensed into a golden giant sword, the golden giant sword was very large, five feet long, and the width of the palm, judging from the long hilt, this was a two-handed giant sword.

Looking at the two-handed giant sword that suddenly appeared in Zheng Jing's hand, Zhao Jingfeng frowned slightly, in Zhao Xiongying, he had read a lot of Taoist books and ancient books about the Natal Soul Treasure, and he could naturally see that this sword must be Zheng Jing's Natal Soul Treasure.

This is still the first natal soul treasure that Zhao Jingfeng has seen since he came to this world, although he has long understood in his heart that the natal soul treasure is a magic weapon condensed by the spiritual power in his body, but seeing it with his own eyes at this moment, Zhao Jingfeng still can't help but be surprised in his heart, although he can clearly feel that this natal soul treasure is completely condensed by spiritual energy, but it looks like a physical magic weapon, and there is no illusory feeling of spiritual qi, so Zhao Jingfeng felt surprised in his heart.

As soon as this golden two-handed giant sword appeared, an exclamation suddenly sounded from under the ring.

"Natal Soul Treasure, he actually condensed this Natal Soul Treasure......"

"Warrior, he has become a warrior......"

"Zheng Jing actually succeeded in condensing the natal soul treasure, and now Zhao Xiongying is in trouble......"

From the peak of the tenth layer of spiritual power to the martial artist, although there is only one step between this, but this step is difficult to take out, in the Confucius and Mencius Academy, the strength of the vast majority of old students has reached the peak of the tenth layer of spiritual power, but without exception are stuck in the step of condensing the natal soul treasure, if there is no talent far beyond ordinary people, it is difficult to condense the natal soul treasure, and there are many people in the martial arts continent who can only stay at the peak of the tenth layer of spiritual power for the rest of their lives, and they will never be able to break through to become a martial artist. This shows how difficult it is to be able to successfully advance to a martial artist.

And once they succeed in becoming a martial artist, their strength will also be greatly improved, and the natal soul treasure is not only their only magic weapon, it is in line with the master's mind, but also can send out powerful attacks far beyond their own strength.

Looking at the golden two-handed giant sword in Zheng Jing's hand, Zhao Xiongying's face became very ugly, Zheng Jing, who had the natal soul treasure, his strength had also undergone earth-shaking changes, and it was definitely not something that a person who only had the peak of the tenth layer of spiritual power could fight against.

"The eldest brother actually succeeded in condensing the natal soul treasure. Under the ring, Zheng Roushui looked at the natal soul treasure in Zheng Jing's hand with a look of surprise, and her expression was very excited.

Looking at the golden giant sword in Zheng Jing's hand with envy, Zheng Cong's face was also full of surprise, for Zheng Jing's successful promotion to martial arts, Zheng Cong and Zheng Roushui, the two siblings, also knew about it until now.

Holding the Natal Soul Treasure in his hand, Zheng Jing's confidence suddenly swelled to an unprecedented height, his expression was full of pride, looking at Zhao Xiongying's face that had become very ugly, there was an indescribable pleasure in his heart.

"Hahaha, Zhao Xiongying, are you scared, kneel down and kowtow to me three times, and then call grandpa, I will let you go today, otherwise, hum...... You know what the consequences will be. Zheng Jing laughed wildly, and his tone was very rampant.

Hearing this, Zhao Xiongying's face turned pale, and he roared angrily: "You are dreaming, Zheng Jing, even if you become a martial artist, I, Zhao Xiongying, are still not afraid of you." ”

Zheng Jing looked at Zhao Xiongying arrogantly, and said disdainfully: "Zhao Xiongying, what are you fighting with me." ”

Zhao Xiongying stared at Zheng Jing angrily, with raging anger in his eyes.

"Zhao Xiongying, take the sword!"

At this moment, an iron sword came up from under the ring and flew directly in the direction of Zhao Xiongying.