Yang Zheng avoided Huang Hao's sweeping kick with a light jump, and after landing on the ground, his left hand pushed out a palm and slapped it on Huang Hao's chest, although his left hand was not attached to the flames, Yang Zheng condensed a dark energy of his own spiritual power in the palm of his hand, and Huang Hao, who was hit by the palm, only felt a pain in his chest, took a few steps back one after another, and fell to the ring with a muffled snort.

Huang Hao sat on the ground, holding his chest with one hand, obviously losing his ability to fight, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes when he looked up at Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng's heart sank, and he turned to look behind him.

On the left hand, Nie Bingbing had already rushed forward with a sword, the soft sword in his hand flashed with blue light, and it seemed that the wind spiritual power that was a few points better than before was attached to the sword body, slashing towards Yang Zheng, on the right hand, the gray light in Lin Yuming's eyes flashed, and the increased spiritual impact was launched again, beside him, Mo Han's spirit staff pointed forward, and the spell spirit at the top of the Nanmu spirit staff had floated out dozens of meters, and it was not much away from Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng scolded secretly in his heart, Huang Hao's stalking was so fearless before, it turned out that it was just to create an opportunity for the other three to attack, these little hairy children were really cunning.

I saw Yang Zheng's hands together in front of his chest, the moment his left hand touched the fireball, he pulled it outward, and it was divided into two, and there were two burning fireballs floating in his left and right hands, and the smile on his face did not change, and his left hand waved one after another, and countless fireballs flew out, flying out side by side, blocking almost all the roads that Nie Bingbing could move forward, and his right hand swiped again, and a flame barrier condensed again, blocking Lin Yuming and the two before attacking.

"No!" Huang Hao, who was sitting in the ring from a distance, watched this scene dumbfounded, at such a close distance, Yang Zheng could still make such a response, such a reaction speed, it was too terrifying.

Nie Bingbing, who had already rushed to Yang Zheng's approach, looked helpless, so he had to slash with his long sword again and again, changing his footwork, splitting down and dodging the fireballs shot by Yang Zheng, although he tried his best to dodge, there were still two fist-sized fireballs that fell on Nie Bingbing's lower abdomen and right calf, and the painful Nie Bingbing retreated one after another.

On the right hand, Yang Zheng almost just condensed the flame barrier, and there were violent ripples on the flame barrier, which was the effect of Lin Yuming's enhanced spiritual impact, and at the same time, the spell spirit shot by Mo Han slowly hit the flame barrier, and Yang Zheng was caught off guard.

The spell spirit shot out by Mo Han slowly and slowly, as if there was no energy that could threaten the barrier, but it landed on the flame barrier, and the flame barrier was like an ice disintegration, and it was broken through by the spell spirit and floated in the direction of Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng was about to dodge to avoid the slow spell spirit attack, but Mo Han in the distance suddenly gritted his teeth, and the Nanmu spirit staff in his front finger swung downward!

Bang!

The smoke was filled, centered on the place where Yang Zheng was standing, and the ring was full of dust caused by the collision, obscuring the vision of the four members of the seventh team, so that the four of them could not see what happened to Yang Zheng under the collision of spell spirits.

"If this sloppy uncle with a stubble face doesn't fall down, I'm going to fall......" Nie Bingbing held the soft sword in his right hand, his body arched slightly, and his left hand covered the place where the fireball hit his lower abdomen was, and a small nose was already tightly wrinkled.

Lin Yuming, Huang Hao and Mo Han were also staring at the position shrouded in dust, and secretly prayed in their hearts, at this time, except for Huang Hao, who had lost his combat effectiveness, Lin Yuming continuously launched a strengthened version of the spiritual impact, plus the phantom dazzle that was interrupted before, and Mo Han not only shot out the spell spirit, but also used the only remaining spiritual power in his body to accelerate the flight of the spell spirit, and his body was already crumbling.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" A coughing sound came from the smoke and dust, and the four members of the seventh team suddenly felt nervous.

The four of them were also too nervous, Yang was the captain of the seventh squad sent by His Royal Highness, no matter what, Yang Zheng would not kill the three of them, so why should they be so nervous?

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and I saw an unkempt figure gradually appear, waved his hand vigorously, walked out while coughing, and said scoldingly: "You bastards, you are so ruthless, cough cough ......."

When all the smoke and dust settled, seeing the "person" who appeared in front of them, the four members of the seventh team were stunned, and Huang Hao and Nie Bingbing suddenly laughed: "Hahahahaha......"

Lin Yuming and Mo Han also raised the corners of their mouths, and couldn't help but smile.

At this time, Yang Zheng's face was covered with dirt, his short hair was as if he had been struck by lightning, and his gray-brown main hall uniform was as tattered as strips of cloth.

You must know that in order to maintain fairness, Yang Zheng suppressed his spiritual power at the peak of the ninth order of the primordial spirit master, which was almost the same as the four members of the seventh squad, and constantly released instantaneous spiritual attacks and defenses in the previous battles, although it was only the lowest-level fireball technique and fire wall technique, after a few times, it had been almost consumed.

"What are you laughing at, it's not over yet!" Yang Zheng, who was running wolf, no longer had that calm and lazy smile on his face, he looked annoyed and angry, relying on his extremely fast speed, his figure flashed, and he rushed towards Mo Han who made him look like this.

Although he was so angry, Yang Zheng still did not forget his promise, there was no scorching fiery red flame on his right hand, and he just smashed towards Mo Han with his bare hands.

Mo Han was already pale at this time, in the previous battle, if you want to talk about performance, he played the best, in time for Nie Bingbing to increase the amplification, cover Nie Bingbing's retreat, and finally cooperate with Lin Yuming's enhanced version of the final blow of spiritual impact, resulting in Mo Han now almost no spiritual power left.

At the critical moment, Lin Yuming suddenly pounced, hugged Mo Han, who couldn't move, and wanted to roll on the spot, but he couldn't avoid Yang Zheng's fierce punch, and he couldn't avoid it.

Yang Zheng's eyes flashed with a hint of strange color, the lazy smile returned to his face again, the originally fierce punch slowly and leisurely stopped, and his footsteps also stopped abruptly, frozen in the air.

Lin Yuming hugged Mo Han and flipped to the ground, both of them had closed their eyes tightly, and in the distance, Huang Hao, who was sitting on the ground, and Nie Bingbing, who was holding his stomach, also turned their heads with unbearable expressions, thinking that Yang Zheng was about to suffer his anger on the two culprits who had embarrassed him so far.

Without the pain of the attack, and without the sound of their companions falling to the ground, the four members of the seventh squad raised their heads almost at the same time, looking at the sloppy purple-level spirit master Yang Zheng in the center of the ring, with a look of surprise in their eyes, and they were all puzzled why he suddenly showed mercy.

After a moment of silence, Yang Zheng glanced around, glanced at the four of them, put away his lazy smiles, came to Lin Yuming and Mo Han, grabbed the collar of one of them with both hands, lifted the two of them up, and threw them between Huang Hao and Nie Bingbing mercilessly,

The two who fell grinned for a while.

Yang Zheng took a few steps back, glanced at the four of them again, and a smile appeared on his face again, this time, it was not a lazy and casual smile, but a sincere and warm smile, and said in a gentle voice: "The performance of the four of you is very good, you are worthy of the geniuses cultivated by the Star Iron Academy, this battle made me know you again, you are not only geniuses, but also diligent geniuses, intelligent geniuses, but also geniuses who know how to cherish their companions and dare to bear for them."

I have to say, you won, the previous agreement was that I would suppress my spiritual power at the same peak of the ninth order of the Primordial Spirit Master as you, and on this basis, if the four of you join forces to defeat me, even if you have excellent strength, I will find a way for you to find an interesting task to lead you to complete.

And before, when Lin Yuming and Mo Han teamed up to defeat my condensed wall of fire technique, and the attack fell on me, I knew that I lost, lost on carelessness, and could have avoided the attack in time, because I was confident that I didn't choose to dodge, but chose to use the fire wall technique to resist, but I didn't expect to be broken through the wall of fire by the two of you boys, and at that time, we didn't have any way to resist Mo Han's spell attack, and in the end we still relied on our original strength to resist, so I lost. ”

Among the four members of the seventh squad, Lin Yuming and Mo Han were almost exhausted in their spiritual power, and Huang Hao and Nie Bingbing were traumatized to varying degrees, but at this time, they all showed knowing smiles on their faces, they won and teamed up to defeat a purple-level spirit master recognized by the main hall, although the spiritual power was reduced to the ninth-order primordial spirit master, but I have to admit that the strength of that purple-level spirit master is undeniable.

"Haha, sloppy uncle! admit defeat, let you bully the weak!Hmph!" Nie Bingbing sat on the ground of the ring, covering the burning wound in his lower abdomen with one hand, and waved his small pink fist in the air with the other hand, shouting.

"Hmph. Yang Zheng pursed his lips, and the warm smile on his face became lazy again, and said: "Don't think how powerful I am if I defeat this level, just be proud, you are still far away, four people can join forces to defeat a spirit master of the same strength, and almost all of them have lost their combat ability." It's terrible. ”

Nie Bingbing was suddenly speechless with anger, and glared at Yang Zheng fiercely, but there was no way to refute the "crooked reasoning" that Yang Zheng said.

Yang Zheng looked at the injuries of the four people of varying severity, looked at the sky, and said: "It's not early, Huang Hao's injuries are not light, Nie Bingbing also needs to deal with the wounds as soon as possible, here today, tomorrow you will recuperate at home, the morning after tomorrow, gather in the main hall of the main hall, you will see the reward I promised you, the victory." ”

As he spoke, without waiting for the four members of the seventh squad to react, he walked towards the outside of the fighting spirit field, humming a little song as he went, not caring about the four people who were sitting on the ground at all.

"Hey, sloppy uncle, you're leaving us alone?!"

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