The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 162

At this moment, on the stands in front of him, Grandpa Hua slowly stood up, waved to everyone in the arena, and at the same time nodded slightly to Zhao Bujing on the stage.

"Everyone, Zhao Bujing voluntarily became a member of my Hua family yesterday, he is fully qualified to act on behalf of the Hua family." The grandfather of the Hua family smiled, and his voice spread throughout the training ground.

Ning Dalu in the arena heard the words and couldn't help gnashing his teeth. The rules of this ring battle are all a matter of what these old things say.

"Since senior Hua opened his mouth, this junior doesn't dare to speak too much, I, the Ning family, admit defeat." Ning Dalu sighed secretly, feeling helpless in his heart, but the current situation can only be like this.

Zhao Bujing's strength is well known in Kunshan Martial Arts, he is ruthless, even if he is a strong foundation builder, it is rumored that he has the power to fight.

"No, I will never admit defeat!" On the ring, Ning Qianxue's gaze froze and she immediately retorted.

"Xiaoxue, don't mess around, listen to uncle, you are no match for this man." Ning Dalu hurriedly turned his head and said anxiously.

After Ning Qianxue entered the ring, his mood was like riding a roller coaster. Now that Zhao Disrespect suddenly appeared, Ning Dalu knew that the Ning family had come to an end this time.

"Ning Dalu, I think you are a junior. I don't have the same knowledge as you. If you dare to intervene in the ring battle, don't blame the old man for being ruthless." The master of the Hua family glanced at Ning Dalu, and his voice was obviously a little lower.

When Ning Dalu heard this, he was at a loss for words for a moment. He wanted to say something, but Ning Qianxue shook his head slightly at him with his raised hand. In the end, he could only turn around and return to the Ning family's stand.

On the ring, Ning Qianxue stared at the person in front of her, with a look of vigilance on her face, and subconsciously clenched her right hand holding the sword.

There is a huge difference between the two in terms of hard power. At this time, Ning Qianxue felt great pressure.

"You dare to act against Zhao, you are considered courageous." Zhao Bujing spoke slowly, and at the same time, the true energy of his whole body turned far away, and the aura on his body instantly overwhelmed the person in front of him.

Before she could make a move, beads of sweat appeared on Ning Qianxue's forehead. Gritting her teeth, she suddenly raised her right arm, and the red sword in her hand moved against the momentum.

"Chop." Ning Qianxue let out a soft shout, took a look at Fang Cai, and integrated her true energy into the red sword.

Facing such a powerful enemy, the only thing she can do now is to keep her dignity as a martial artist. Even if she loses, she must not be afraid.

"Hey, this sword is not bad. It can't show its power in your hands at all. This sword belongs to Mr. Zhao." Zhao Bujing's eyes suddenly lit up, and a sneer flashed across his face.

The highest grade magic weapon is also extremely rare in the world of martial arts, and the red sword in Ning Qianxue's hand was originally the treasure of Lan Cang from the Lan family, so it is naturally a rare treasure.

After Zhao Bujing finished speaking, he immediately raised his finger, and a strange breath overflowed from his fingertips, instantly covering the person in front of him.

Ning Qianxue on the ring couldn't help trembling. She suddenly found herself restrained by a strange force, and it became extremely difficult to move her body.

Zhao Bujing in front, with a relaxed look on his face, his eyes fell on the red sword, and a smirk flickered across the corner of his mouth.

"I can't give you this sword." Ning Qianxue turned her whole body of Qi far away, struggling to break free with all her strength.

But that strange force seemed to be beyond the scope of the master of transformation, no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't move a bit.

"It's beyond your control. It's a waste of money for such a top-grade magic weapon to fall into the hands of a junior like you." Zhao Bujing said with a smile.

After he finished speaking, with a movement of his fingertips, the red sword in Ning Qianxue's hand came out and slowly floated towards him.

The strength of the two is obviously not at the same level at all.

"No, no." Ning Qianxue's face turned red, as if she had touched her reverse scales, and the true energy in her whole body swirled crazily.

At the same time, the blue wind rose from the ground around her, and the aura on her body rose again, but recently, blood was already overflowing.

This kind of reckless consumption of true qi has had a great impact on the martial arts foundation of the martial arts practitioners. If one is not good, one will be reduced to a useless person.

"Extremely stupid." Zhao Bujing showed disdain, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, and an invisible energy appeared out of thin air.

Ning Qianxue, who was not far ahead, hadn't broken free from the suppression at this moment, and the strength was indeed approaching.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience couldn't help shaking their heads. This group arena match can be declared over, and there is obviously a huge awareness between the two.

"This Zhao disrespect, I'm afraid it's the threshold of the initial foundation building, and that suppressive force should be the legendary spiritual consciousness."

"It's no wonder that the Hua family didn't see a strong person from the Transformation Realm coming today. It's enough to have this person."

Under the arena, some of the patriarchs of the aristocratic families have already recognized the power Zhao Bujing used. It can be said that there is no room for the Grandmaster of Huajing to fight back when facing spiritual consciousness.

At this moment, Ning Qianxue watched the red sword flying out of her hand, and couldn't help but shed two lines of clear tears from the corners of her eyes. After she let out a miserable laugh, she gritted her silver teeth at the same time, which once again intensified the turning of the true energy in her body.

At the same time, several mouthfuls of blood spewed out from his face.

"Because you offered the magic weapon, I wanted to save your life. Since you want to die, Zhao will fulfill you today." Zhao Bujing snorted softly, his eyes flickering.

In an instant, the force that suppressed Ning Qianxue was amplified in an instant. This kind of suppression of the Transformation Realm Grandmaster could be described as incomprehensible.

Ning Qianxue ignored the person in front of her. At this moment, the only thing in her eyes was the red sword that was gradually going away.

"Fool, it's just a sword, do you need to work so hard?" A gentle voice suddenly sounded in Ning Qianxue's ear.

At this time, under the eyes of everyone in the arena, a young man with an extraordinary appearance and wearing a light-colored sportswear walked over the crowd and slowly walked to the ring.

The expression on his face was calm, and after he came to the stage, he slowly walked to Ning Qianxue's side, and the frenzied fluctuations of true energy that raised his head seemed to not exist at all in his eyes.

"You lent it to me." Ning Qianxue responded gently with a smile on her lips.

Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't help being a little moved. His eyes were focused on Ning Qianxue, and he nodded slightly after a while.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Fei slowly raised his right hand, only to see that the red sword that was originally flying in mid-air suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The expression on Zhao Bujing's face on the ring changed drastically, and he suddenly felt a chill running down his back. The spiritual consciousness he had released just now was completely suppressed by the young man in front of him.

"This power. Who are you?" Zhao Bujing couldn't help but ask with his lips quivering slightly.

Before he finished speaking, the red sword in midair flew back to the young man's hand, and the man didn't even look at him from the beginning to the end.

After Ye Fei took back the red sword, he raised his hand and put it between Ning Qianxue's eyebrows, and began to check the injuries in her body.

"Excessive consumption of true qi has already hurt the foundation of martial arts." Ye Fei thought to himself, and a murderous aura suddenly rose from his body.

Immediately, the true energy in his body surged, he raised his hand to stabilize Ning Qianxue's injury, and at the same time handed the red sword to the hand of the person in front of him.

"This sword is given to you, leave the rest to me." Ye Fei looked at the person in front of him and said softly.

Ning Qianxue held the red sword tightly, her cheeks were rosy, and at the same time she looked up at Ye Fei and nodded slightly.

"Thank you." After finishing speaking, Ning Qianxue just passed out.

After going through three battles, and desperately turning her true energy away, Ning Qianxue finally couldn't hold on at this time, and fell into Ye Fei's arms.

Ye Fei didn't say much, but picked up the person in front of him, walked slowly towards the ring, and walked straight to the side of the Ning family.

"Help me take care of her." Ye Fei raised his head, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and said while looking at Ning Dalu in front of him.

Ye Fei hadn't expected this kind of situation at all before, and he didn't expect Ning Qianxue to be so crazy because of the red sword.

"Grandmaster Ye, how is Xiaoxue?" Ning Dalu nodded repeatedly and asked anxiously at the same time.

"It's okay, it's just a little exhausted. Don't worry, with me here, she will wake up soon." After Ye Fei finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the ring in front of him.

Ye Fei's eyes finally fell on Zhao Bujing, his face gradually became indifferent, and at the same time he walked slowly again, thinking about walking on the ring.

Every time he took a step forward, the murderous aura on Ye Fei's body became stronger and stronger.

The chill in his eyes was like frozen ice that never melted. Although there was no fluctuation of true energy in his body, no one present could catch up to stop him wherever he passed.

It wasn't until he stepped onto the ring that the invisible oppressive force in the arena eased a lot. The heads of the major families all set their eyes on Ye Fei at the same time.

"Who are you? The Ning family has already been defeated, what are you doing here?" The short, fat, middle-aged man couldn't help shouting when he saw this scene.

Ye Fei's face remained unchanged. After taking the stage, he glanced at Zhao Bujing in front of him, and then turned to look at the short fat man beside him.

"Jiangdong, Ye Fei, represent the Ning family today." Ye Fei said in a low voice.

The short, fat middle-aged man couldn't help but snorted coldly and said, "Ye Fei? I haven't heard of it. Since you are not from the Ning family, you are not qualified to participate in this arena."

As the referee of the ring battle, this person can be said to be the representative of the three seniors behind, so naturally he would not take Ye Fei seriously.

Ye Fei's eyes flickered slightly, and without a word of nonsense, his arm suddenly raised, and a sharp force shot out from his hand, hitting the short and fat man firmly.

"Ah you!" A scream pierced through the air.

Under everyone's eyes, this person's figure seemed to be hit by a giant cannon, drawing an arc in the air, and smashed heavily on the ground of the training ground.

The force of this blow was impressive. After the person fell to the ground, he spit out several mouthfuls of blood, but his body didn't react at all, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

(End of this chapter)