Those Vientiane Mountain warriors who were trapped in the autumn water and long sky felt that their true qi or true yuan had returned to their bodies at this moment, and their bodies, which had no longer obeyed the call, were again under their control.

Without any hesitation, they all used their fastest means and rushed out in all directions.

To save their lives, what they have to do is to save their lives.

Zheng Ming ignored the teenagers who were fleeing in all directions, and his gaze looked towards the big blue hand.

The big hand shook slightly, and directly threw the young man out of the scene of the autumn water and the long sky, and the moment Zheng Ming saw this big hand, what he could feel was the power that oppressed the Quartet hidden in this big hand.

The power hidden in this big hand has surpassed the ordinary true meaning, and the things it contains make Zheng Ming tremble.

Although Zheng Ming had already urged his hybrid body at the moment, the oppression from his soul still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Little guy, the autumn water is not bad!" In the faint voice, the big blue hand pressed directly towards Zheng Ming.

"However, in the face of the same door, it is too fierce, and you have to teach a good lesson in this situation. ”

With the word lesson, the big blue hand shrouded Zheng Ming directly. At the moment when this giant hand pressed down, Zheng Ming felt that the world around him had become one with this big hand.

The big hand is the sky, and the big hand is the earth!

In the face of the big hand that roared down, Zheng Ming's heart rose up with a kind of surrender, a kind of surrender that wanted to kneel down and worship.

He felt that what he surrendered to was not this person who shot at him, but what he worshipped was this day, this seemingly endless sky!

Turning Lotus Realm, could this be the power of Transforming Lotus Realm? Zheng Ming was puzzled, and a trace of coldness rose in his eyes.

He is not afraid of the Lotus Realm, and he will not kneel directly to this person. Thinking so in his heart, the hero card of the blood god son Ding Yin had already appeared in his heart.

However, at the moment when he was about to use the Ding Yin Hero Card, the cyan treasure vein that was originally flowing calmly in his body was running rapidly.

The treasure vein of Qinglian Sword Song!

At the moment when Zheng Ming's Qinglian Sword Song was about to urge, he heard someone in the void say in a cold voice: "Do this to a junior, Ye Motian, you are getting better and better." ”

With this trace of disdainful words, a golden wind fell straight down from the sky. Although the wind was not so violent, at the moment of its fall, it directly scraped the big hand that shrouded Zheng Ming's body into powder.

The golden wind and the big hand dispersed, so that the pressure on Zheng Ming disappeared in an instant. Zheng Ming stared in the direction of the big hand.

A man wearing a brocade robe with a proud expression like a prince came into Zheng Ming's sight. The man also sensed Zheng Ming's gaze, and snorted lightly through his nose.

Ye Motian, this guy should be Ye Motian.

Zheng Ming opened his reputation value box, and found that the yellow reputation value on this Ye Motian body had reached more than one million, and the cyan reputation value was more than thirty thousand.

The reputation value of more than 30,000 cyan is really watering, but the red reputation value of this Ye Motian is pitiful.

Less than a hundred!

But the more this is the case, the more Zheng Ming can feel Ye Motian's strength. He didn't know who this Ye Ferris was, but it was clear that he was friend or foe.

Retracting his gaze from Ye Motian's body, Zheng Ming looked in the direction of Jin Feng's emanation, and saw an old man with white hair and a sense of majesty and strength who seemed to be a strong and strong person, nodding towards him.

It was this old man's move just now that freed himself from the siege.

Although Zheng Ming was sure to use Ding Yin's hero card to kill that Ye Motian directly, it was also good for him to be able to save a card.

At that moment, Zheng Ming hugged his fist towards the old man to show his gratitude.

And just when Zheng Ming turned around, the huge void battle platform had become quiet, and the gazes of some people looking at Zheng Ming were even more strange.

"The reappearance of the autumn water is really embarrassing, it seems that the Changtian is really a successor!" The mighty and sturdy old man, with three points of emotion and seven points of joy in his voice, said with three points of emotion and seven points of joy.

The old man's words, no one answered, even Song Shuyun, he didn't speak, he didn't have the joy of being suppressed at the moment, on the contrary, his brows wrinkled slightly.

The mighty and sturdy old man's expression became a little cold, and he looked towards Jiang Yuan, who was sitting in the middle.

"Senior Brother Jiang, Zheng Ming, a disciple of the Changtian First Vein, defeated three hundred challengers, and has reached the maximum limit of the challenge rules set by the ancestor, should Senior Brother announce that the Changtian First Vein has won in this Hundred Veins Martial Arts?"

Jiang Yuan's expression was indifferent, and people couldn't see what kind of attitude this sect master who had been in charge of Vientiane Mountain for many years was.

But Song Shuyun, who was standing next to him, frowned even harder.

There was silence all around, and many people's eyes were looking towards the first seat of the Heaven Splitting Vein at this moment, and a sword Heaven Splitting Xiao looked back.

In the entire Vientiane Mountain, almost everyone knew that this time the Heaven Splitting Vein was imperative for the position of Changtian Peak.

However, before they could wait for their disciples who had split the heavens to make a move, Zheng Ming over there had already defeated three hundred people with one sword!

Three hundred disciples, although they are a little worse than the top disciples of Vientiane Mountain, they are also the best.

What's more, they joined forces and were defeated by Zheng Ming in one fell swoop.

As long as Jiang Yuan announces that Zheng Ming wins in advance and Changtian Yimai wins in advance, then Changtian Peak will be saved by Zheng Ming.

However, Jiang Yuan really didn't care about the slightest scruple of splitting the sky with a sword, so did he really dare to announce it like this? If Jiang Yuan announced it like this, what kind of measures should Xiao Wuhui, who was already a madman, take?

Xiao Wuhui's expression was calm, as if this matter had nothing to do with him, but the more calm Xiao Wuhui was, the greater the pressure on people.

"Hehehe, it is really a blessing for me to be able to see the autumn water again today!" Jiang Yuan stood up from his position, stared at Zheng Ming, and said with emotion: "Changtian is a vein, good!"

Speaking of this, Jiang Yuan stared at Zheng Ming and said, "Senior nephew Zheng, do you know, when the autumn water reappeared just now, what was the first feeling in my heart?"

"It's joy, it's joy, and there's a feeling of wanting to cry out loud. ”

"Patriarch blesses, let us have a long line in Vientiane, and there are successors, and let us have one more young talent in Vientiane Mountain!"

Jiang Yuan said so much at once, and most of these words were words of concern that Zheng Ming heard.

It's just that after hearing this, a feeling rose in Zheng Ming's heart, that is, this Jiang Yuan, at this moment, will definitely not help himself.

Sure enough, as Zheng Ming expected, Jiang Yuan, who had finished saying these words, suddenly changed his words and said: "Hundred veins will martial arts, it is the rule left by the ancestor!"

"This rule, no one can disobey it, if you disobey the rules, you will deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, and it will be the biggest betrayal to our entire sect!"

"We must not tolerate this betrayal, let alone indulge it. As he spoke, he glanced around with a cold gaze and said, "The three hundred disciples who shot at Senior Zheng's nephew together, after the martial arts, each faced the wall for three months as a warning. ”

Three months of facing the wall sounds harsh, but in reality, there is not much difference between this punishment and no punishment.

After all, once a martial artist is in retreat, sometimes it is seven or eight years, and these three months of facing the wall are too simple.

However, at the moment when these people were punished by Jiang Yuan, Zheng Ming's heart became indifferent, he had already predicted what would happen next.

I heard Jiang Yuan continue: "Senior nephew Zheng, although this time, you were besieged and wronged, but you challenged their words together, it was still a little inappropriate, go back and write the elaborate scriptures three hundred times. ”

The elaborate scripture is a scripture left by the Vientiane Patriarch, and it is a compulsory lesson for the disciples of Vientiane Mountain after entering the sect.

Memorizing elaborate sutras has become a means that the disciples of the entire Vientiane Mountain must know. It's just that this elaborate scripture is really useless.

Ordinary disciples, after they memorized it, basically threw this kind of scripture aside, but because the elaborate scripture is a rule left by the Vientiane Patriarch, and there is no major interference with the disciples of Vientiane Gate, the rulers of Vientiane Mountain in the past generations have not abolished this rule.

After all, no one wants to do something accusatory of bullying teachers and destroying ancestors in such a small matter.

It is not an easy task to carefully go through 3,000 words and copy them 300 times, but it is much easier than facing the wall for three months.

At first glance, this Jiang Yuan still has some favor for Zheng Ming. But the mighty old man's brows furrowed.

As the first seat of one party, of course he is not a fool, Jiang Yuan's handling seems to be fifty boards each, which is extremely fair, but in fact, it is the biggest unfairness to Zheng Ming.

Everyone knows that this time the hundred veins will be martial, and what the one vein that splits the sky will seize is Changtian Peak. And Zheng Ming, as the only disciple of the Changtian First Line, what he wants to keep is naturally Changtian Peak.

Defeating three hundred opponents with one sword, if this is converted according to three hundred games, then Zheng Ming has already succeeded. However, Jiang Yuan's words made Zheng Ming's record disappear all of a sudden.

The mighty and sturdy old man's expression was full of anger, but just as he was about to speak, he was pulled by a woman in blue beside him.

The woman in blue is in her thirties, but her face is still beautiful, and her face without a trace of wrinkles has a mature charm that a girl does not have.

Although the mighty old man was a little reluctant, after the woman in Tsing Yi whispered a few words, he snorted and sat down in his chair.

Zheng Ming didn't hear what the woman in Tsing Yi said, but from his heart, he was not the slightest angry at the choice of the mighty and sturdy old man.

After all, everyone has their own interests, and it would have been an excessive requirement to make others pay too high for their own things.

He glanced at Jiang Yuan, and then said lightly: "The master's lesson, the disciple remembers, after going back, he will definitely copy the scriptures three hundred times!"

Speaking of this, Zheng Ming stepped forward and said: "I just fought a battle, and I am still a little unpleasant, who still needs to ask for advice!"

Zheng Ming's gaze fell on the young warriors who were rescued by the cyan hand at this time, and he said with a smile on his face: "Everyone, I was really a little reckless just now, or else, let's come one by one?" )