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Chapter 104 The Sword of Tyrant

Zheng Hua's luxurious temperament has disappeared, but it has been replaced by a kind of gloomy indifference.

Zhou Qing's words were so rude. If he didn't respond, wouldn't he be made fun of to death?

"Darges, do you think if you slapped Zuo Ming twice and passed the fifth floor of Wuta, you are qualified to challenge me?"

Zheng Hua's whole body was released with cold air, his words were cold and ruthless, and his pupils were even more indifferent.

Although the guardian of the fifth level of the Martial Tower is at the fifth level of the Lingwu Realm, he has no thinking after all. He is just a spiritual body that only knows how to fight. Compared with the real Wuwei Realm warrior, he is still a little worse than the fifth level of the Lingwu Realm warrior.

And Zheng Hua, it only takes sixty breaths to pass through the fifth floor of the Wu Tower.

The difference between one stick of incense and sixty breaths is obvious.

When the crowd heard Zheng Hua's words, their hearts were condensed.

"It turns out that he is the newcomer who has passed the fifth level of the martial arts tower with the third level of the Lingwu Realm today."

"As a member of the nobles, I have to admit that this untouchable is indeed extraordinary and can actually pass the fifth level. However, it would be too naive if he thought he could challenge Zheng Hua with this."

"It cannot be said that it is not surprising that the untouchables are short-sighted and feel good about themselves."

The group of noble children were talking, and their words changed from the shock they had just now to the indifferent mockery.

After knowing Zhou Qing’s background, they also gained confidence.

Zhou Qing slapped Zuo Ming twice just now, and they couldn't see Zhou Qing's true strength at all, but now that he knew Zhou Qing's background, the feeling of being superior naturally came back to him.

In their eyes, Zhou Qing is a native bun and a poor man. Although Zhou Qing's performance just now and his indifferent smile at this moment made them feel a little inaccurate, they had strong confidence in Zheng Hua.

A plaintiff has a poor family whose cultivation is not as good as Zheng Hua and whose family background is not as good as Zheng Hua. It is too naive to humiliate these noble children by passing through the fifth floor of the Martial Tower.

"Zhou Qing..."

Tang Weiguo whispered to Zhou Qing behind him.

Zheng Hua is no better than Zuo Ming.

However, Zhou Qing did not take Tang Weiguo's reminder to heart. His eyes stared at Zheng Hua calmly and said, "You can tell if you have the qualification to challenge yourself."

"Are you sure you want me to try it out for you?"

Zheng Hua's words were gloomy, like a poisonous snake, a cruel poisonous snake.

"Yes." Zhou Qing nodded, and the wind was light and clouds were quiet.

"Have you considered the consequences?" Zheng Hua's face became colder and colder, and he said, "Maybe my proof will make you regret it for life."

"hehe."

A sarcasm flashed across Zhou Qing's eyes and said lightly: "I have already experienced the so-called noble children, you so-called noble children - they are very cheap, so don't continue to be humble."

Zhou Qing was not scared.

While speaking, Zhou Qing's eyes also glanced at Zuo Ming.

Isn’t Zuo Ming the past the same as Zheng Hua? He is arrogant and arrogant, treats him like an ant, but what is the result?

"Haha, Zheng Hua, don't be slandering if you hear it."

"That is, we have heard enough of you so-called nobles' mouth cannons. If the mouth cannons can kill people, we civilian students have to say that you are indeed powerful and unparalleled."

"A group of idiots who only know how to talk. As the Zhou Qing brother said, the so-called nobles are just sick people who rely on drugs to improve their cultivation and poor waste, which is vulnerable."

The sarcasm of the civilian students made the noble children look gloomy, especially Zheng Hua, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Did you really think about the consequences?" Zheng Hua took a step, his venomous eyes narrowed into a gap, dangerous and cold.

"Did you think clearly about the consequences when you were talking about a pariah?" Zhou Qing did not let him go, and a strong aura gushed out of his body, confronting Zheng Hua in a tit-for-tat way.

"Hmph, I am from a noble family, and I am from the Zheng family in the Imperial City. I was eighteen years old. The fifth level of the Lingwu Realm, the identity, talent, and strength are all chosen, and they are above you. What are you? You call you a waste or a deceased, wrong?"

Every word Zheng Hua fell, the cold breath on his body rose a little, and the cold and biting coldness swept out from his body and rushed towards Zhou Qing, as if he was about to invade Zhou Qing's internal organs.

The momentum of the fifth level of the Lingwu Realm completely exploded.

"I am an ordinary person and have no cultivation resources. With my own efforts, I have the third level of spiritual martial arts realm at the age of sixteen. Can you compare to me at my age?"

Zhou Qing has a tall figure and a firm look as strong as iron, exuding unparalleled sharpness, as if she was a sharp sword, fearless and never retreated. At the same time, there was an extremely strong sword energy on his body, whistling out.

"Your so-called Emperor Cheng Zheng family is just a third-rate martial arts family. In my eyes, it's not a bullshit. What is your arrogant idiot?"

There was a harsh whistling sound between heaven and earth, and the crowd was extremely shocked.

Zheng Hua is born with a noble birth, eighteen years old, with a fifth level of Lingwu Realm, and has extraordinary talent; Zhou Qing is born with an ordinary birth, sixteen years old, with a third level of Lingwu Realm, but he has passed the fifth level of the Martial Tower and is able to fight across two small level realms.

What kind of sparks will arise when the two of them face each other's tit-for-tat.

"The untouchables are untouchables, so what if you are gifted? Your background will never change your lowly identity." Zheng Hua's tone was still high and extremely contemptuous.

"Your nonsense is more than that of Zuo Ming. Use your strength to prove your nobility, otherwise, you are just a joke." Zhou Qing responded coldly.

A warrior is stronger than his strength, who is the king. Compared with birth and the power behind it, that is something that only cowards will do.

"Welcome to my anger."

Zheng Hua's martial soul was released, and the phantom of the white snake soared into the air, wrapping around his body, staring at Zhou Qing gloomyly.

"Demon Snake Martial Soul."

Zhou Qing sneered in his heart, not afraid.

"defeat!"

Zheng Hua smiled coldly and pointed out at Zhou Qing.

The palms trembled slightly, like a spiritual snake spitting out a letter, extremely sharp.

At this moment, a destructive aura suddenly burst out from Zhou Qing's body, and an unparalleled sword light flashed in front of Zheng Hua's eyes, and then a terrifying sword force came over and over.

"Not good, dangerous, retreat!"

A violent sense of danger suddenly rose in Zheng Hua's heart. Without hesitation, the finger he pointed out changed into a palm print. In the palm of his palm, a shadow of a spiritual snake pounced out.

Bang.

The shadow of the spirit snake was annihilated in the sword light, and the sword light was unstoppable. It flashed through Zheng Hua's palm and brought up a blood arrow. At the same time, the sword light chased Zheng Hua's chest.

laugh.

Another blood arrow shot out.
Chapter completed!
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