Zhou Qing appeared here in the Four Seas Martial Arts Arena.

Liu Fei's departure did not depress Zhou Qing, but instead inspired him to become stronger. Only with strong strength can he protect his relatives and lovers.

"It's you!" Still, a cold voice sounded.

Zhou Qing looked up and saw that the person who spoke was Nie Jun who had a dispute with him outside the martial arts tower of the academy a few days ago. He glanced at Nie Jun. Zhou Qing stepped forward, ignored him directly, and walked past Nie Jun.

"hateful!"

Seeing that Zhou Qing had actually ignored him, a vicious look flashed in Nie Jun's eyes, but at the same time there was a tremor.

After being beaten by Zhou Qing that day, he returned home and wanted to find someone to deal with Zhou Qing. However, what surprised him was that when his father heard that he was going to take revenge on Zhou Qing, he was silent and warned him not to cause trouble for Zhou Qing.

This surprised Nie Jun. After all, his father was a noble minister of Yunwu and had a respectable status. It was just a matter of talking to kill a civilian without a background.

After his repeated questioning, his father explained the reason.

The Zhao family was destroyed by Zhou Qing.

Moreover, behind Zhou Qing is a strong man from the Zhenwu realm. Even Yuru from the Yu family was killed because he intercepted Zhou Qing halfway, and Yu Qiong, the ancestor of the Yu family, was seriously injured.

This matter is not a secret for those big martial arts families. You will know it with a little inquiry.

Those families who have a grudge against Zhou Qing were not afraid of the identity of Zhou Qingxuan, a disciple of the academy, but were afraid of the Zhenwu realm powerhouse behind Zhou Qing.

"Hmph, I'm here in the Four Seas Martial Arts Arena, I don't believe I can't kill you!"

Nie Jun looked at Zhou Qing's back, a vicious look flashed in his eyes, and then he stepped forward and left the four seas martial arts arena.

Zhou Qing came to the sixth-level martial arts arena and gave the pass order to the manager of the sixth-level martial arts arena, and stepped onto the battlefield with the manager.

"Everyone, the name of me is Zhou Qing. I won twenty consecutive games in the fifth-level martial arts arena a few days ago. Now I am here to fight over the level 6-level martial arts arena..."

The manager introduced and explained it, and then left the battle stage directly.

Zhou Qing stood on the battle stage, with the Sankill Sword on his back, wearing a white dress, and was heroic, waiting for others to come on stage to challenge him.

"Haha, since you don't take action, then I, Fatty Luo, are not polite."

Suddenly, a loud voice sounded in the crowd, and then a fat man from the sixth level of the Lingwu Realm was seen climbing to the battle stage with great ease.

"Boy, it's great to be able to win twenty consecutive games in the fifth-level martial arts arena, but unfortunately, when you get here, your winning streak should stop." Fatty Luo looked at Zhou Qing with a pair of mung bean eyes and said with a smile.

"You are talking too much nonsense." Zhou Qing looked at Fatty Luo indifferently and spoke coldly.

Fatty Luo's expression condensed, and a cold light flashed in his small eyes. The next moment, he stepped forward, his body like a ball of flesh, swept towards Zhou Qing as fast as lightning.

"Bully Bull Fist!"

Fatty Luo kept slamming out his fists, and suddenly, shadows of bulls appeared in the air, and a strong oppressive aura swept across and descended on Zhou Qing.

"Get down!"

Fatty Luo shouted loudly, and the pair of iron fists hit Zhou Qing's chest.

He actually dared to say that he talked too much nonsense. He wanted Zhou Qing to know that even if he won twenty consecutive games in the fifth-level martial arts arena, he would not have the qualification to be arrogant when he reached the sixth-level martial arts arena. At least, he did not have the qualification to be arrogant in front of him, Fatty Luo.

"Then you go down."

He opened his mouth and spit out a few words from Zhou Qing's mouth. At the same time, his steps stepped forward and a powerful aura rushed out. With his right hand stretched out, Bahuang Yin rushed out fiercely.

Boom.

There were roaring sounds in the space, and eight palm prints collided with the shadows of bulls.

"roll!"

Zhou Qing stepped forward again, a cold light burst out in his eyes, his palm slapped again, and eight fierce palm prints pounced out.

"How could it be so strong!"

Fatty Luo felt a dangerous aura coming on his body, and was about to retreat, but the fierce palm print still fell on him.

Bang!

Fatty Luo's figure flew out directly and smashed under the battle stage. His face was pale, staring at Zhou Qing, who was calm and gentle on the battle stage, his eyes full of incredible expressions.

He couldn't even take Zhou Qing's palm.

When he recalled what Zhou Qing said just now, "You are talking too much nonsense." Fatty Luo's face turned blue and white.

Fortunately, he was still arrogant on the stage and said that he was going to stop Zhou Qing from winning streaks. It turned out that Zhou Qing didn't take him to heart at all.

"No wonder he was able to win twenty consecutive games in the fifth-level martial arts arena. This kid is very strong. The sixth level of the ordinary spiritual martial arts realm is not his one-piece enemy."

"That waste, Fatty Luo, can't even deal with a boy at the fifth level of the Lingwu Realm. It's so embarrassing."

"Following this situation, I guess this kid should be able to win seven or eight games in a row here."

When the crowd saw Zhou Qing only released two palms, they knocked the strong Fatty Luo off the battlefield. His eyes were slightly condensed, and the voices of discussion sounded in the martial arts arena.

Soon, another warrior from the sixth level of the Lingwu Realm came to the battle stage, but he was still bombarded by Zhou Qing.

The first game, win!

The second game, win!

Game 5, win!

Game 9, win!

With Zhou Qing winning nine consecutive games, the eyes of the people in the sixth-level martial arts arena also undergoing drastic changes.

"So strong, this guy is so strong!"

"Nine games, nine people actually won easily with just one hand of the Eight Desolate Seals."

The crowd's hearts were trembling. Zhou Qing showed that his strength was too strong. People at the sixth level of the Lingwu Realm did not even have the qualifications to draw his sword.

"This guy is Zhou Qing? He has some strength!"

On the sixth floor, several young men and women wearing luxurious clothes looked at Zhou Qing, with a hint of coldness.

"Senior Brother Xue Fei, this guy was very arrogant when the two hospitals last time they met. He said that we noble children are all sick people who rely on elixirs to improve their cultivation. It's really hateful. Why don't you go up and give him some color to see."

These people are obviously students of the Royal Academy.

The young man named Xue Fei raised his eyebrows and a cold light flashed in his eyes when he heard this, and said, "He really said that?"

"Of course, it's true." The other man quickly patted his chest.

"What an arrogant untouchable."

Xue Fei's eyes were even colder, and Sen Han said, "I'll go up and let him know that it's a price to humiliate my Royal Academy and insult us nobles."

Several other people sneered and flattered, "Of course, the last time the two houses faced each other, it was because Senior Brother Xue Fei did not go, otherwise, how could this untouchable be arrogant?"

"You guys wait, I'll go back."

Xue Fei threw a word, as if he wanted to defeat Zhou Qing, but for him, he was just a matter of raising his hand.

With one step, his body was as light as a swallow. A few flashes descended onto the battlefield, and his cold eyes fell on Zhou Qing.
Chapter completed!