The martial arts field in the City Lord's Mansion is very huge. It is the place where the City Lord usually trains troops, with a radius of hundreds of feet.

At this moment, the martial arts arena is very lively, with two people fighting, and seventy or eighty people gathered around to watch, each of them cheering with red faces.

The two people who fought were a boy in blue and a boy in gray. Their cultivation was not weak, both of which were at the eighth level of Qi Wu Realm.

Bang bang bang.

The palm wind whistled, the fist shadow flew, the two kept colliding with each other, and the sound of qi burst was endless.

After the two fought for more than ten moves, the gray-clothed boy gradually gained the upper hand and gradually suppressed the blue-clothed boy.

The young man in gray took advantage of the situation and attacked fiercely. Finally, after several moves, he seized an opportunity and printed a palm on the young man in blue, hitting him so hard that he vomited blood and flew backwards, smashing him to the ground and unable to get up.

"Waste!" The young man in gray stood proudly, glanced at the young man in blue lying on the ground with a contemptuous look, and exclaimed softly.

When the boy in blue heard this, he looked unwilling and angry, and another mouthful of blood was spurted out.

"This Ding Yue is really amazing!"

"Yes, he has defeated seven disciples of Ziyun Sect in a row. It's really a rare rival."

"The disciples of Ziyun Sect are too useless. They were beaten like this by the people of Lieyang Sect. It's really useless. When you come to Guanwu City, you will die. It's better to go back and practice hard."

“…”

People around were talking, and not only did they have no sympathy in their words, but they were full of ridicule.

The boy in blue from Ziyun Sect couldn't bear it. After spraying out a large mouthful of blood again, his eyes rolled and he fainted from the anger.

The disciples of Ziyun Sect around the martial arts are all lowering their heads, clenching their fists, and looking like they dare not speak out, which makes the disciples of Lieyang Sect and other sects sarcastic.

When Ding Yue heard the praise from everyone, his tail was about to rise to the sky, his face showed a smug look, his eyes swept around, and said domineeringly: "Who else is the disciple of Ziyun Sect who is not convinced? If you are not convinced, come up, I will beat you to your heart!"

No one is on the field again.

More than a dozen disciples of Ziyun Sect around them were silent.

There is no disciple of Ziyun Sect at the ninth level of Qiwu Realm. The young man in blue just now is the strongest among them. Even he was defeated by Ding Yue, so it would be embarrassing for them to go up.

When Ding Yue saw that no one dared to provoke the disciples of Ziyun Sect, he immediately sneered and said sarcastically: "Haha, your Ziyun Sect is really trash. Not only are the sect trash, but even the disciples are a group of waste."

Ding Yue's face was arrogant and arrogant, full of contempt for Ziyun Sect.

When more than a dozen disciples of Ziyun Sect heard this, their faces turned red and felt a burning pain on their faces.

They were slapped directly by others, but they didn't dare to fight back. They were indeed cowardly.

The disciples of other sects also laughed out loud.

A faint smile appeared on Zhao Feichen's face below, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He looked at the people in the Ziyun Sect with even worse expressions.

Suddenly, a cold sound came from afar.

"I'm not convinced!"

The sound suddenly sounded, and everyone looked at it and saw three people walking towards the martial arts venue in the distance.

Everyone recognized two of them and immediately said sarcastically: "Oh, isn't this the stupid guy who was very hard just now? It turned out that he was going back to rescue the soldiers."

"Rescue, that kid's cultivation is only at the eighth level of Qiwu Realm. He is not just a rescuer. This is a cheating person."

Zhao Feichen also saw Zhou Qing, and his eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and he released his murderous intent without any concealment.

It was this kid who made him fall into a big fuck in front of Guanwu City, ate a mouthful of mud, and finally showed up.

"It's Zhou Qing, I'm saved."

The disciples of Ziyun Sect recognized Zhou Qing, and the originally low atmosphere suddenly became active, as if they had seen the great savior.

Zhou Qing's life and death stage in Fengyun Valley, the three swords killed Situ Hao has long been well known, and Zhou Qing's powerful strength is beyond doubt.

Ding Yue looked at Zhou Qing, his eyes were cold, and he sneered: "Boy, you were quite crazy at the city gate before, but now I finally can't let you go. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhou Qing had a calm face, and under the gaze of everyone, he walked straight to the opposite side of Ding Yue. A cold voice sounded: "Stop talking nonsense, let's start."

"Ding Yue, he's ruined!"

Zhao Feichen's eyes fell on Ding Yue and handed over a deep look.

Ding Yue smiled relaxedly and said, "Brother Zhao, don't worry, I will let this kid know how stupid it was to offend us before!"

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Zhou Qing and said in a sequel: "Boy, if you want to blame, you blame you for being blind and having troubled someone you shouldn't."

Zhou Qing looked at Ding Yue's performance indifferently and said, "I'm done? Let's start after I finish. I'm making ruthless words and showing my loyalty, jumping up and down, like a monkey."

"Grass, boy, you have angered me!"

Ding Yue was furious in an instant, and his momentum suddenly exploded, and he rushed towards Zhou Qing at an extremely fast speed. A ray of light burst out from his palm, and a slight thunder sounded, releasing a sharp fluctuation.

"Thunder in the palm of your hand, this is Ding Yue's unique skill. This kid is dead." The disciples of Lieyang Sect immediately sneered when they saw this scene.

"die!"

The moment he approached Zhou Qing, Ding Yue's palm thunder accumulated to the limit, and the silver lightning in his palm burst out, as if he was holding a ball of thunder and lightning, and was shooting towards Zhou Qing.

"Get back!"

Zhou Qing raised his right hand and took a slap.

In an instant, a huge force burst out, bombarding Ding Yue's palm thunder, directly scattering his palm thunder, and then landing on Ding Yue's body.

"puff!"

With a muffled groan, Ding Yue flew out dozens of meters away and smashed heavily on the martial arts field. Without even saying a word, he fainted.

"What?"

The onlookers were stunned.

They all saw Ding Yue's strength with their own eyes. How could he be a weak person if he could defeat seven disciples of Ziyun Sect in the eighth level of Qi Martial Realm in a row?

Now, Ding Yue was actually defeated by a palm.

Where did everyone's eyes solidify?

The smile on the face of the disciple of Lieyang Sect was even stiffer, and his mouth was so open that he could swallow a duck egg. He felt a scorching pain on his face.

They just said that Ding Yue could destroy Zhou Qing with just one move of thunder in his palm, but the next moment they were slapped in the face, which made them mentally unprepared.

"waste."

Zhou Qing didn't even look at Ding Yue who fainted and said two words lightly.

"good!"

The disciples of Ziyun Sect came to their senses and felt a breath of anger in their chests, with an excited expression, a blushing face, and a loud cheer.

“Bold!”

The disciples of Lieyang Sect also came to their senses and were furious when they heard that Zhou Qing had actually ridiculed them as trash.

"Boy, I'll meet you!"

A disciple of the Lieyang Sect at the peak of the eighth level of Qiwu Realm came out. This man was burly and held a black battle knife in his hand. The sword behind him was full of martial spirit, with a mighty aura.
Chapter completed!