Silence Valkyrie

Chapter 53 Long Street, Sword Shadow

As soon as he finished speaking, all the companions who followed him laughed and looked contemptuous.

Zhang Shan's expression remained unchanged, but he was secretly angry in his heart. No one would be indifferent if he was ridiculed for being a soft food.

He was just getting started and didn't know the rules of the house yet, so he looked at Cheng Zichun coldly and remained silent for a while.

Seeing that he just squinted his eyes and said nothing, Cheng Zichun laughed even more brazenly.

"What are you looking at? If you don't accept it, let's go outside and have a fight. If it's a man, come out with me."

As he spoke, he raised his head towards his companion and left the store first.

Zhang Shan watched the group go out, and asked Fang Yiru in a deep voice: "Senior sister, don't sects have any hierarchy?"

Fang Yiru snorted and said, "Naturally there are honors and inferiorities, but they are generally limited to this peak, and among the disciples of all peaks, strength is basically the most respected. For example, although we are true disciples of Cyanwood Peak, if the inner disciples of other peaks themselves If you think you are stronger than us, you may not be respectful to us, of course, if you are the secret disciple of this mountain, then the disciples of other peaks will not dare to make mistakes."

"Cheng Zichun is Huang Yanfeng's inner disciple, and his realm is two levels higher than yours. It is not surprising that he is disrespectful to you, but junior brother, don't worry. With your talent, it won't take long to catch up with him." Fang Yiru comforted him.

Zhang Shan nodded and said: "Then, can't the sect keep fighting?"

"It is stipulated in the sect that disciples with higher realms cannot take the initiative to attack disciples with lower realms. Of course, if the disciples with lower realms strike first, then this is not the case. In addition, if both parties voluntarily fight, there is no level restriction, but killing people is not allowed. and destroy humanity."

Fang Yiru explained, and then said angrily: "If I didn't take the initiative to attack Cheng Zichun, I would have made him look good just now."

"So, Cheng Zichun was deliberately provocative just now, trying to lure me to do it?" Zhang Shan laughed.

"So junior brother, don't be provoked by him. Don't talk to him after you go out. Let's go about our own affairs. There will be plenty of opportunities to teach him a lesson in the future."

Seeing that he understood Cheng Zichun's trick, Fang Yiru breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Shan thought for a while, today is the first day of entering the sect, it's no big deal to be patient once, so he nodded and walked out of the shop with her.

After going out, he saw Cheng Zichun standing in the middle of the street with those people, with a smile on his face, obviously waiting for them to come out.

Fang Yiru ignored them with a cold face, and walked towards the other side of the long street with Zhang Shan.

"Why, Cyanwood Peak's new true biography, do you only hide behind women's backs and pretend to be cowardly? Trash is trash. If I were you, I might as well just buy a piece of tofu and beat myself to death, so as not to waste the sect's resources in the future."

Seeing that Zhang Shan ignored him and was about to leave with Fang Yiru instead, Cheng Zichun's eyes flashed and he suddenly shouted loudly.

His shout echoed throughout the street, causing passers-by to look over.

Fang Yiru turned her head, scolded with a frosty face: "Cheng Zichun, what exactly do you want?"

"Junior Sister Fang, please forgive me. I just don't understand why a trash can become a true disciple. So I want to invite him to show off his strength. Is there anything wrong with that? If he is afraid, at worst, I will lower my cultivation level to fight him. .”

Contemptuously smiled at Zhang Shan again: "Zhang Shan, do you dare to fight?"

Fang Yiru frowned slightly, if Cheng Zichun wanted to suppress his cultivation and challenge Zhang Shan, then she had no reason to stop, and if Zhang Shan refused to agree, it would be difficult for him to move forward in the sect.

Taking a long breath, Zhang Shan stood up and took a step forward: "Since you want to fight, then fight. You don't need to suppress your cultivation. It's just at the fifth level of the Spirit Martial Realm. I often do it myself to kill enemies by leapfrogging."

"Leapfrog to kill the enemy? Do you think you are that green onion? You dare to speak out with your scumbag test results. I will teach you a lesson later. Asking Tianzong is not a place for a bumpkin like you to stay." Cheng Zi Chun laughed angrily.

Fang Yiru couldn't help scolding Zhang Shan in a soft voice: "Junior Brother, you are still young and vigorous, isn't it good for him to proclaim himself a cultivation base? Why do you have to leapfrog to fight him?"

Zhang Shan's eyes flickered and said: "It's fine if I don't have a true identity, but just defeating opponents at the same level is still not convincing. If you can't stand up in one battle, you will only have more troubles in the future. Moreover, I can't give Master is ashamed."

"His cultivation is twice as high as yours, are you sure?"

Fang Yiru thought about it, and felt that his words were not unreasonable, but just a little worried.

"Whether you are sure or not, you will know after you have played, but I will definitely not lose to him."

Zhang Shan is full of fighting spirit and fearless.

Cheng Zichun took two steps forward, hooked his fingers with a sneer, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Zhang Shan nodded towards Fang Yiru, walked slowly to the middle of the street, and stood opposite Cheng Zichun.

People on the street were startled by the duel here, and they gathered around one after another.

After whispering to each other, they quickly figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

"Is this the only true disciple in this draft? It seems that his strength is not enough."

"Hey, it's rumored that this person is ranked at the bottom on the road to heaven, and I don't know how he was accepted as a true biography. There won't be any inside story, right?"

"Who knows, it's said that Fairy Mingli from Cyanwood Peak fell in love with him. That person is extremely beautiful, but he seems to be quite unreliable in his actions."

While the onlookers were whispering, the two sides of the battle were already at war, ready to go.

Sure enough, Cheng Zichun only suppressed his realm at the third level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, but the condensed true energy was not in the same breath as ordinary warriors at the third level of the Spiritual Martial Realm.

When the aura reached the peak, he flashed his figure and rushed in front of Zhang Shan.

"Qianyuan gravel strike!"

A yellow light flashed on the fist, and a drill-shaped fist shadow as thick as a bucket bombarded Zhang Shan.

The sound of dragon chant faintly resounded in the sky above the long street, and Zhang Shan's fists were filled with violent momentum to meet him.

"boom!"

The figure was separated, and Zhang Shan stood in place, motionless as a mountain.

Cheng Zichun was blown backward by the force of the shock, and a clear mark was drawn on the ground by the sole of his shoe.

"Huh..."

The surrounding crowd let out a gasp, but Cheng Zichun didn't expect that Cheng Zichun would be beaten back in embarrassment with one move.

Suppressing the blood churning in his chest, Cheng Zichun's eyes were gloomy, and his face was red and white.

Knowing that he might have kicked the iron plate this time, he might not be the opponent's opponent with his cultivation at the third level of the Spirit Martial Realm.

There was a fierce gleam in his eyes, and he was thinking about whether to attack with all his strength, anyway, didn't the kid just want to suppress his cultivation.

Looking at his expression, Zhang Shan immediately knew what his opponent was thinking.

He curled his lips and sneered: "You want to go all out, don't you? Then come on, slap your swollen face to make yourself fat, and want to save face and love crimes. How did Huang Yanfeng get out of you?"

Listening to his words, Cheng Zichun felt as if he had been slapped on the face, burning hot and painful.

"Okay, okay, you pissed me off, that's what you want."

Turning from embarrassment into anger, Cheng Zichun let go of his cultivation with a loud shout, and climbed rapidly, the strength of the fifth level of Lingwu fully burst out.

"You kneel down and beg for mercy now, I can let you go, otherwise I will make your life worse than death under my broken gold claws."

Cheng Zichun flipped his hand, and a claw-shaped weapon appeared in his hand with a cold light shining, and the fierce aura was pressing.

"A lot of nonsense, weak martial arts, and a piece of rubbish."

Zhang Shan put away his playful expression, and the Qinghong Sword and its sheath appeared in his hand, looking at his opponent vigilantly, and sneered.

"Bastard, die! Qian Wu Qian Ying Crack!"

Cheng Zichun roared sharply, and the broken golden claws turned into a shadow of claws all over the sky with sharp energy, and attacked Zhang Shan.

Endless murderous aura rose from Zhang Shan's body and filled the sky over the long street in an instant. The sense of destruction that penetrated into the soul made people outside the battle group feel chills in their hearts, and they couldn't help feeling that they were in the zone of death.

An illusory sword shadow flashed across the claw shadow, bursting with energy, followed by a shrill scream.

The phantom dissipated, and Cheng Zichun fell on the street like a dead dog with his head up. A dark red two-finger-wide bloodstain snaked from the center of his forehead to his abdomen, and his skin was torn apart.

(End of this chapter)