At noon the next day, on the east shore of Egret Lake.

Under Zhang Quan's deliberate dissemination, the martial arts arena was crowded again, and it was even more lively than last time.

Some people came simply to watch the excitement, some people were curious about Feng Zhiping, and a considerable number of people came to Zheng Liang.

The rank of Diancang Mountain is strict, and there are only outer disciples and ordinary miscellaneous servants in the outer mountains, and the inner disciples practice with the master on various mountains, and rarely walk around outside, unless they become inner disciples, or cultivate to the innate realm to apply for entry into the inner mountain as a servant.

In the eyes of the outer mountain disciples, especially the miscellaneous servants, every inner disciple is a dazzling star.

Their cultivation may not be high for the time being, but their potential is huge and their future is broad, and the innate realm of their twenties in the eyes of the world is unimaginable, but for the inner disciples, it is just ordinary.

Zheng Liang is only a quasi-innate cultivator, and he is not dazzling among the inner disciples of the Lingtai lineage, and can even be said to be mediocre, but in the eyes of the disciples of the outer mountains, he is the pride of the sky.

You must know that it takes at least 30 years for ordinary people to cultivate to quasi-congenital conditions when the wind is smooth, and if they encounter a little stumbling and stumbling, this time will be extended, even forever.

The hot gaze around and the compliments Zheng Liang responded politely, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

He has seen the sky and knows his catties, so he will naturally not be disturbed by the gaze of these "short mountains".

He came here today only to fulfill his agreement, and nothing else.

But when he saw Feng Zhi, he frowned, this little brother who was still calm and laughing when he confronted a group of people yesterday is so angry today, he can feel the anger on his body from three feet away.

The odds of winning are already low, and the mentality was unbalanced before the war, is there any hope of winning?

Zheng Liang was worried, not that he was worried that he wouldn't be able to get the pill, no matter who won or lost to him today, there would be no loss, and if Feng Zhiping lost, he would have to find other ways to change it.

He was just worried about Feng Zhiping, he had a similar conversation yesterday, he didn't want his newfound little brother to lose to him, and he didn't want him to lose in front of Hu Lao of the Law Sect Hall.

How big Hu Lao's energy is, others don't know how big he knows, this is a good opportunity for the little brother to soar into the sky, and he can't miss it.

Not only is he worried, but Zhou Xiadong and others are also worried.

Yesterday, he heard that Feng Zhiping was going to duel with the people in Qiaoxi again, and the stakes were bigger than last time, so he immediately brought people to the door.

Originally, I wanted to cheer up, but by the way, I saw if there was anyone who needed help, but it can be seen that even the most sluggish Yu Daring realized that something was wrong after Feng Zhiping, where is this kid practicing swords, he is clearly venting!

Zhou Xiadong thought that Feng Zhiping had eaten ugly in Qiaoxi, and he was angry and comforted, but it turned out to be useless.

I didn't feel good and I proposed a substitution, and I was rejected again.

Seeing that Feng Zhiping was determined to fight, he was inconvenient to stop, and took people away after a few words of encouragement, thinking that this kid could adjust his mentality by sleeping for one night, and the clinker was even more popular than yesterday when they met, and it looked like who killed his whole family and took his chickens, ducks, geese, dogs and cats.

"Brother Zheng, you're here. Seeing Zheng Liang coming, Feng Zhiping took a breath and squeezed a smile.

"Are you alright?" Zheng Liang's face was worried, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

"No, I'm fine. Waving his hand, Feng Zhiping looked at the sword in his hand, "Is it it?"

Nodding, Zheng Liang handed over the sword, and continued to persuade: "Why don't you change the time, or push back a few hours, your current state of mind is not suitable for martial arts." ”

"It's okay, I'm in a good mood!"

Drawing the sword out of its sheath, letting the sword body refract the sunlight and sweep it slightly on his eyes, Feng Zhiping squinted and laughed.

"A good sword, it's really a good sword, I feel better when I see it!"

"Is it a good sword that you have to test to know, what about the master you invited?" Zheng Liang looked left and right, a little puzzled.

Lao Dong with a meaty face, Xu Hao, who is more shy than a girl, and Zhao Kang, who exudes pride from head to toe, every hair does not seem to be a person who understands the Tao.

After taking a look, his eyes fell back to Zhao Kang, if he had to find a person, he would be the most similar to this stinky white son, Zheng Liang immediately gave it up.

"It should be you, right? Zheng has been practicing in Lingtai Mountain for a long time, and he has heard it very well, but he doesn't know the name of Brother Tai, which master of Qiyuan Hall he studied under him?"

As soon as the folding fan stopped, Zhao Kang looked strange, and with his cleverness, he instantly understood that Zheng Liang had misunderstood, and he was not embarrassed, and picked up the fan and grabbed a flower and pointed at Feng Zhiping, without saying a word throughout the whole process.

This man is so proud!

Could it be that the miscellaneous servants in the outer mountains are so individual, why haven't you heard of them before?

After looking at Zhao Kang twice, Zheng Liang looked at Feng Zhiping along the fan, and the latter looked up and nodded with a smile.

"No problem, it's a human-level high-grade sword, give it to you, I'll change it with you when I get it back to Yuandan." ”

Taking the sword, Zheng Liang looked at Feng Zhiping in a daze, and finally understood something.

"You, you!Brother Feng, you still know how to do it?!"

The people around him were all happy, especially Zhao Kang, who was quite satisfied with Zheng Liang's expression, he didn't have a good impression of Zheng Liang.

There's no way to be younger than yourself, and there's no way to be better than your own bones, but this kid is whiter than Lao Tzu, and as soon as he arrives, he has attracted the attention of many girls, and he is angry when he looks at it!

Feng Zhiping was a little embarrassed, and he could guess Zhao Kang's thoughts as he was present, bumped into Zhao Kang without a trace, and waved his hand at Zheng Liang with a smile.

"No, no, I don't know anything about the way of instruments, but I am naturally sensitive to the breath of spiritual materials and spiritual treasures, and I know a little bit of identification, so I can't get on the table. ”

Swallowing his saliva fiercely, the last bit of looking down was completely dissipated, Zheng Liang sighed: "Brother Feng, your talent is more rare than martial arts qualifications, and you know that someone will accept you as an apprentice when you report to the Qiyuan Hall, why are you still buried here?"

Feng Zhiping said with a smile: "This, I only like to practice martial arts, and I have no interest in the way of weapons, so I didn't report it." ”

Saying this, it was not that he didn't hold it, but that the Qiyuan Hall had already known, and the hall master Su Ji personally came forward and returned with a feather, if he wasn't afraid of causing trouble, the young master really wanted to say it.

"How can this be!"

Zheng Liang was anxious and grabbed Feng Zhiping's hand.

"Brother Feng, the instrument path is difficult, and it is even more difficult to find someone who is destined, it is not right for you to do this! Refining weapons will delay the practice of martial arts, but it is not absolute, you don't see that I sent Su Jisu Hall Master has already taken half a step into form, and relying on a treasure can fight with the top form, the valley master of the Empty Xuanguo Weapon King Valley has been tangible for many years, and the martial soul with the title of Martial God has to salute him for three points when he sees him, you are confused!"

Feng Zhiping was helpless, took his hand away and said, "Brother Zheng, everyone has their own ambitions, and they can't ask for it." It's like a person who is very active, and you force him to study, even if you ask him ten gentlemen to revolve around him for twelve hours a day, do you think he will be promising?"

"How can this be compared!"

"Dan Li is such a reason, I don't like the Tao of Weapons, let me study the refining weapon might as well kill me. ”

Seeing that Zheng Liang was still going to persuade him, Feng Zhiping hurriedly pointed to the middle of the field: "It's time, Hu Lao called me, let's go back and say." ”

Without giving him a chance to speak, he ran into the field with his sword in his hand.

In the field, Hu Lao was making a routine opening remarks, and was about to end, when he saw Feng Zhiping running to him in a hurry.

"You kid, what's the hurry!"

The old man rolled his eyes, Feng Zhiping grinned, and said obediently: "It's too far over there, I can't hear your old words clearly, so get closer and learn." ”

"Poor mouth!" the tiger glanced at him, and Hu Lao snorted, "In that case, why didn't you come here at the beginning?"

Feng Zhiping was dumbfounded, and suddenly attracted another roll of the old man's eyes.

After hastily finishing his final remarks, Hu Lao waved to the west side of the bridge, and a lean Sven young man immediately stepped out of the crowd and jumped into the arena with a knife.

"Who are you?" Feng Zhiping wondered, looking at the sidelines, "Isn't it you?"

Zhang Quan sneered and didn't speak, and the little brothers around him shouted.

"Boy, you're crazy!"

"Do you still use us to open your head, Liu Ye is enough to clean you up!"

Hearing this, Feng Zhiping breathed a sigh of relief, to be honest, he was indeed a little stunned by the previous quasi-congenital.

Looking at the young man in front of him in a blink of an eye, I saw that this person was in his thirties, his body was as thin as a bamboo pole, but he was carrying a long knife about the same width as him in his hand.

Well, this guy can't be a cook, right?

Feng Zhiping was looking, and Liu Naiwen was also looking.

A few days ago, he went to Xiaocangshan, and in the name of business trips, he had a good chance to enter Xiaocangshan as a registered disciple, and he might also be accepted by an elder and become an inner doorman.

was originally in a very happy mood, but after receiving Zhang Quan's letter, the people in Qiaodong dared to be so presumptuous when he was not there, and Sun Baocai, who was good friends with him, was defeated by a hairy boy who had just entered the door!

He doesn't care who is right or wrong, he is from a casual cultivation background, and he values face more.

Even if Qiaoxi is at fault, it is also his hometown, and if the old family is lost, it is equivalent to falling on his face, and it may even affect his future in Xiaocangshan!

After finding a reason, he immediately rushed back to Qiaoxi, and after asking about the situation, he prepared all night, and stood here today.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Liu Naiwen was surprised, but more jealous.

Looking at this person, he is only sixteen or seventeen, but he has such cultivation at a young age, what is his state when he is so old?

It's not a realm, it's still consolidating the sea of qi and accumulating internal breath!

Liu Naiwen is jealous and very strange, how can this kind of character be mixed in the miscellaneous pile?

As strange as everyone else, he also felt that there must be a secret in this young man, but the difference was that he didn't care.

What is there to care about?

No matter what secrets you have, you will have to fight back if you lose my face, and when you lie at my feet and cry for mercy, all the secrets will have nothing to do with me at all.

Thinking of this, Liu Naiwen sneered proudly and raised his chin slightly.

"You are Feng Buping, the one who injured my brother Sun Baocai?"

Feng Zhiping nodded, looked at the knife and hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't help but be curious.

"Uncle, ask me more, were you a cook before?"