Seeing Ling's provocative gesture, Huang Zheng's thick eyebrows jumped, and a touch of yin appeared on his face. Huang Zheng is a cultivator of the East China Sea Imperial Sword Sect, and the master of the Imperial Sword Sect has no heirs, and this Huang Zheng is the youngest disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect Master, so when Huang Zheng was very young, the master of the sect loved him very much. not only taught what he had learned in his life, but also secretly wanted to support Huang Zheng as the next head of the Imperial Sword Sect. If you are an ordinary person, if you are treated with the blue eyes of the master, you will definitely be humbly taught and practice hard. But people's conduct varies greatly, and Huang Zheng is the exception. In fact, Huang Zheng is not a sinister and vicious person, but because of the doting on him by the master of the Imperial Sword Gate, Huang Zheng is pampered and arrogant, and there is no one in his eyes. After nearly twenty years of painstaking cultivation, the master of the Edgeworth Sect has finally cultivated a humble and polite child into a perverse, irritable and irritable child.

Before, the Master of the Imperial Sword Sect didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his teaching methods, until later, after he accidentally saw Huang Zheng's arrogant attitude towards several of his senior brothers, he finally realized that he was wrong. But at that time, Huang Zheng's brutal character had been cultivated, and although the master of the Imperial Sword Gate was extremely sad, he regretted it too late. In desperation, the master of the Imperial Sword Gate had no choice but to bring the people to participate in this grand meeting of the five-year covenant, in fact, his Imperial Sword Gate was just a little-known small sect in the East China Sea, and it was impossible to make achievements in this grand event. And the purpose of the master of the Edgeworth Sect is not this, he was invited to participate in the grand event for only two purposes, one is to train the disciples of the sect, lead them to a long insight, and open their eyes. Second, I hope that someone can frustrate Huang Zheng's spirit and let him learn to be humble and elegant at this grand event.

Although Ling didn't know what the Master of the Imperial Sword Sect was thinking, when he saw all the words and deeds of Huang Zheng's eyes, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. Although Huang Zheng is the same as Leng Li, who ascended the Phoenix Platform before, he is an arrogant person, but Leng Li is arrogant because he does have arrogant capital, and he has the cultivation methods of the primitive formation, no matter when and where he puts it, he will be the light in the crowd. But this Huang Zheng is different, he is only a cultivator in the middle stage of the Kuixing Realm, his cultivation is not as good as Ling, and his vision and insight cannot be compared with the descendants of the Holy Son of many famous families in China. From this point of view, the reason why Huang Zheng is so domineering is completely due to the excessive doting of the elders in the clan. He lives in a remote corner of China, has never seen the world, and measures the whole world with the vision of a frog at the bottom of a well, which is why it is so ridiculous.

Seeing that Huang Zheng's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word, Ling shook his head helplessly, and sighed softly: "Huang Zheng, the cultivator world does not rely on your domineering personality to dominate the world, if you want to be admired by others, you need to prove it with strength, not arrogant without self-knowledge." ”

Ling's disdainful attitude completely angered Huang Zheng, who had thought that the other party had not climbed the Heavenly Wall, indicating that the other party did not necessarily have a high level of cultivation. And before that, he also specially asked someone to ask about Ling's details, thinking that mastering Ling's various deeds would make the other party think that his hands and eyes were up to the sky, and then he was afraid of himself. Huang is the red man in front of the master of the Imperial Sword Gate, and the senior brothers in the door also tolerate him in every way because Huang is his little junior brother. The actions of the crowd made Huang Zheng extremely inflated, so he didn't realize how naïve he was at all. Especially when Ling persuaded himself in front of the cultivators of the world, he thought that this was

Ling reprimanded himself, causing him to lose face and his dignity to be violated. Huang Zheng's eyes were burning with anger, he secretly clenched his fists, roared angrily, and rushed towards Ling.

Looking at Huang Zheng, who was frivolous, unstable, and loose in his moves, Ling slowly raised his right hand and met Huang Zheng's fist. Seeing that Ling dared to fight with himself with his flesh and blood, Huang Zheng's eyes were even more angry, he clenched his steel teeth, and used all his strength to hit Ling's head.

When Huang Zheng's iron fist was about to hit Ling, a hint of joy flashed in Huang Zheng's eyes, he thought that Ling was still not moving at such a close distance, he must have been intimidated by his powerful fist and forgot to dodge. However, just when his fist was only three inches away from Ling, Ling suddenly raised his right hand and accurately blocked the fist in front of his forehead. Huang Zheng's momentum was amazing, although the iron fist was blocked by Ling, but the fist wind drifted towards Ling's head, blowing Ling's black hair. Huang Zheng's attack had been brewing for a long time, and Ling was only rushing to meet him, believing that the other party could not fully take over the might of his iron fist. Thinking of this, Huang Zheng secretly exerted his strength, wanting to repel Ling. But when he condensed all his strength into the tip of his fist, he was horrified to find that his fist seemed to be sucked by Ling, like a quagmire, unable to move.

Ling's expression was as usual, and he didn't care about Huang Zheng, who was constantly exerting force. On the other hand, Huang Zheng's face turned red because he couldn't repel Ling and couldn't pull out his arm. At this moment, he finally realized that he had underestimated Ling's strength. However, at this time, the cultivators in the stands were staring at the two of them closely, making Huang Zheng unwilling to submit to each other. He bit the tip of his tongue and used the Force of years of cultivation to confront Ling. The Force is a special power that can only be exerted when the internal strength of the Imperial Sword Gate is cultivated to a certain level, and this power is not the unique divine power of the Imperial Sword Gate, but a means that all martial arts cultivators can exert after reaching a certain level. Although the cultivation methods of each sect are different, in the end, the force is cast in the same way. The Force can multiply one's strength several times, and it is the supreme power that many cultivators talk about.

Although there are often people in the cultivation world who say "one force will reduce ten meetings", Huang Zheng forgot that his opponent was Ling. When Huang Zheng's force came out, Ling suddenly took shape to one side, and at the same time, his palm exerted force, and with the dexterity of four or two thousand catties, he gently flung it in the direction of Huang Zheng's force. Because of the sudden loss of the support of Ling's palm, Huang Zheng couldn't retract his momentum, and staggered forward a few steps, and finally stood unsteadily, and fell on the Phoenix Platform in an extremely indecent posture. Ling Xingyun's flowing movements stunned everyone, but Huang Zheng, on the other hand, looked embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Ling, you!" Hearing the shrill laughter of the cultivators in the stands, Huang Zheng hurriedly struggled to sit up from the posture of "dog chewing", he ignored the two front teeth that had been lost, looked at Ling with a shy, menacing appearance, and roared sharply.

"Criminal, don't hurry up and thank Ling Shaoxia's men for showing mercy, you didn't have any defenses behind you just now, if Ling Shaoxia wanted to attack you, your life would have been lost!" Seeing Huang Zheng with an angry face, Zhang Yuan, the master of the Imperial Sword Sect, shouted loudly, pointed at Huang Zheng, and reprimanded.

"Master Zhangmen, you can't always spoil the disciples of the sect, to make an inappropriate analogy, you replace him

Shelter from the wind and rain, he is your domestic animal, if you give him a cruel environment, he is a beast of fierce beasts in the mountains and forests. Jing Yi looked at Zhang Yuan, who was helpless, and said sincerely.

"Thank you Dean Jing for reminding me, I have no descendants in my life, so I did my best to cultivate disciples, but I didn't expect that my hard work was exchanged for such a tender seedling that could not withstand the wind and rain, alas, I blame me for not being able to teach!" Zhang Yuan hugged his fist at Jing Yi, his face turned red, and he sighed softly. In fact, Zhang Yuan didn't know that his disciple was arrogant and arrogant, but he didn't expect that in addition to his arrogant personality, he would be so vulnerable.

Hearing Zhang Yuan's scolding, Huang Zheng was slightly stunned, and then his eyes were slightly red, and endless grievances rose in his eyes. He didn't expect that the master who had always treated him like a beloved son would reprimand him in front of everyone, making him lose face. However, he didn't dare to disobey Zhang Yuan's words, so he had to clench his fists at Ling Weiwei, and said reluctantly: "Thank you Ling Daoyou's men for their mercy, but I think I lost unjustly today, if it weren't for me being too underestimated, I would definitely not lose to you." Until this time, Huang Zheng still thought that he had the strength to be able to fight Ling Yi.

"The mouth is so hard!" Regarding Huang Zheng's words, Ling could only sigh in his heart. If Ling met Huang Zheng five years ago, he might have refuted him a few words, and even used his actions to convince the other party. But as he grew older, Ling read all kinds of life to the fullest, and for some people's childish thoughts that were almost paranoid, Ling just smiled slightly, noncommittal. Everyone is an independent individual living in the red dust, with different personalities and different aspirations, and no matter how much you say, it will not help. Perhaps, this is that the Tao is not the same.

Seeing that Ling and Huang Zheng had already divided the winners and losers, Lei Zixiu smiled and nodded, in fact, he had already expected the outcome of this competition. Let's not say that Huang Zheng's cultivation is lower than Ling, even if the two of them are opponents in chess, it will not be easy for Huang Zheng to defeat Ling. He walked to the center of the Phoenix Terrace, clasped his fists at the cultivators of the Quartet and said: "The cultivator who won this round is Ling Shaoxia of the Shenwu Academy, although Huang Shaoxia regrets defeat, don't be discouraged, the cultivation road is long, I hope Huang Shaoxia will accumulate thick and thin, and wait for Huang Shaoxia next time when the clouds are soaring." ”

Although there was nothing wrong with Lei Zixiu's words, the clear-eyed person still heard some doorways. knew that what Lei Zixiu said was just giving Huang Zheng the steps. Huang Zheng fought with Ling, and was defeated by Ling in just one move, which was not a simple defeat. Although the gap between the two is not worlds apart, it is clear which is stronger and which is weak. As an old man who has lived for nearly a thousand years, Lei Zixiu has long been sleek and transparent, and his words and deeds are not leaky. In this way, the results of the exchange were announced, but Huang Zheng was not too embarrassed.

Hearing Lei Zixiu announce the victory, Ling clenched his fists slightly at the Quartet cultivators, turned around and left the Phoenix Terrace, and returned to the stands. In fact, this competition is not even a warm-up for him, although Huang Zheng's cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Kuixing Realm, but his foundation is extremely unstable, and the impetuous Huang Zheng not only does not care, but has been pursuing the improvement of cultivation, so that even if his cultivation is already a second-class master in the human realm, but if life and death are facing each other, he is afraid that he may not even be able to defeat the cultivator of the out-of-body realm with a stable realm.