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Chapter 57 Beast Tide ([-]) (Please collect and ask for tickets)
"Cough cough, everyone, the poor Daoist Zhang Ling, I think you all know him!"

Zhang Ling coughed to cover up the embarrassment in his heart, trying to regain some confidence from other people.

But after waiting for a long time, no one responded, which was very embarrassing. He even felt the crow flying above his head!

In the past, when a newcomer joined the army, he would come out intentionally or unintentionally to pretend. He coughed and showed a holy dew with two hands.

Amidst the astonishment of newcomers, read a few lines of poems and announce your name, the whole process is very familiar!

How come I'm so devastated here!

impossible!

These little bastards, have you never heard of my title, Zhang Ling' Fu Wei Zhenren'?

Unreasonable!

In this Hua Kingdom, not to mention the prestige, but it should be famous!

Zhang Ling was doubting his life, while the five newcomers looked at each other, not understanding what was going on.

They are all geniuses, but with a slightly low EQ.

At the base, they basically bury their heads in cultivation every day. They have heard of Zhang Ling's name, but they forgot it when they turned around.

To put it bluntly, they have practiced more than a year longer than them, and it will be a matter of time before they surpass them with their talents.

Of course not in particular.

Although Zhuang Qiu knew it, he also regarded him as the target of chasing him.

But he's not an idol, so he won't be like a crazy fan, shouting wow!

At most, oh!It turned out to be him, he looks okay, that's all, what else do you want?
As for Zongwen, heh!Those wise eyes had already seen through Zhang Ling's intention to pretend.

Hey, it's just for fun, just not letting you pretend to be successful, don't get angry!

Angry, of course angry slightly!

But Zhang Ling still maintained a calm expression and did not show the slightest bit. When the time comes to let them see his own strength, wouldn't it be logical to pretend it is done!

"Everyone, the battle situation in the Nanqishan theater is severe, so I won't say anything superfluous, everyone, follow me!"

Zhang Ling straightened his face and ordered directly.

"report!"

At this moment, a muscular man in black shorts shouted.

Zhang Ling frowned, looked at him, and said lightly: "Say!"

"Since the battle situation in Nanqi Mountain is serious, why don't you let us go to the battlefield, instead waste time here!"

The muscular man's name is Wu Ji, who is the direct descendant of the Wu family who opened the door to Bajiquan. He has practiced Bajiquan since he was a child. He is extremely fierce and extremely talented.

Combined with body training exercises, the power of Bajiquan was fully displayed.

It was just like this that Wu Ji was very arrogant among the crowd, and he was extremely keen on going to the battlefield.

"Oh, you want to go to the battlefield?"

Zhang Ling sensed his body training realm, and he has the strength of the second realm. It has to be said that the quality of this batch of newcomers is very high.

Among these ten people, except for the cute girl who is a first-level cultivator, the rest are all second-level.

To be able to break through the second realm in just one year, the talent can be regarded as excellent.

But with the strength of this mere second-level body training, you want to join the battlefield?
Zhang Ling sneered, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

Even he doesn't dare to say that he has the confidence to fight on the battlefield with the demon king, so it's just him?

Wu Ji felt the disdain, and the arrogance in his heart made him unable to suppress his anger, and said to Zhang Ling word by word:
"I'm 17 years old, Ba Jicheng, and a year of physical training, why can't I go to the battlefield!"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, and a fierce aura burst out at Zhang Ling with a majestic blood.

"Hahaha, it's amazing! Come on, Pindao will give you a chance, if you can touch the corner of this Dao's clothes, you can go to the battlefield now!"

Zhang Ling laughed wantonly, lifted the corner of Daoyi's clothes, and hooked his fingers at him, full of provocation.

"it is good"

Wu Ji nodded very seriously, and made a Bajiquan starting gesture, with blood surging, and rushed towards Zhang Ling who was standing with his hands behind his back.

With a bang, a deep crater exploded on the concrete poured ground, which spanned a distance of several meters like lightning.

"Eighth Form of Vajra: Supporting the Hammer!"

With a roar, the bow collapsed and shook Zhang Ling's chest without mercy.

Zhang Ling watched him attacking indifferently, and opened his lips lightly, "Since ancient times, there has been a saying that there is Tai Chi in literature, Tai Chi can stabilize the world, and martial arts have eight poles to determine the universe."

Following the voice, Zhang Ling's hand was slowly raised, and there was a slight twist on his palm.

"The way of Tai Chi, the poor way involves crude and inferior, so let's use this crude and inferior Tai Chi to experience your eight great achievements for a while!"

Zhang Ling's lips curled up slightly, and he covered his fist lightly with a palm.

The ferocious power in his palm was like a breeze, he directly received and sent one palm to Wu Ji's chest.

"how"

Wu Ji looked at the 'weak and powerless' palm on his chest in disbelief.

The Tai Chi phantom appeared on his chest, and he felt that his body could no longer be controlled by himself, and he flew out of the sky.

He flew a distance of more than ten meters, but he didn't feel that he was hurt, as if he fell on the mat.

Wu Ji wanted to get up, but found that he couldn't move, the phantom of Tai Chi on his chest was pressing on it, as heavy as a thousand weights!
Take a closer look, in the yin and yang eyes of Taiji Phantom, there are faint talismans emerging.

Zhang Ling withdrew his palm, not surprised that he was able to beat this kid in seconds.

Although he was afraid of a reckless man at the body training level approaching him, it also depended on who it was. What he was afraid of was the fierce tiger, not this mere boy at the second level of body training.

Snapped!
Snapping his fingers casually, the phantom shadow of Tai Chi suppressed on Wu Ji dissipated.

Without the suppression, Wu Ji stood up silently, doubting his life for a while, he couldn't even block someone's palm.

If that palm had killing intent, would he still be alive?
This palm not only hit him, but also broke his pride!

Zhang Ling naturally saw his depression, but he was not interested in enlightening him.

To deal with this kind of arrogant kid, you can't get used to him. If you get used to the flattery, your heart will already swell to the point where I am number one in the world.

Just like my previous self, if I hadn't met my teacher, I would have known what it means to be someone beyond others, and there is a sky beyond the sky, and a mountain would be higher than a mountain.

I am not much better than him, maybe even more arrogant!

"Do you still want to go to the battlefield? I'll give you a chance, as long as you let this way move, your requirements will be satisfied!"

Zhang Ling looked at the other nine people and said with an inexplicable smile.

Silent, or silent, they are just like Wu Ji, they are not as strong as him!
He is not an enemy in the palm of his hand, isn't he asking for humiliation if he goes up!

And judging by Zhang Ling's appearance, he didn't use his full strength at all, but treated them with a playful attitude.

Zhang Ling glanced at the silent crowd, and said with a sneer, "Why, if I give you a chance, you are useless!"

Step. Step.
At this time footsteps sounded, Zhang Ling frowned, looking at Zhuang Qiu who was walking towards him with a fierce aura.

"Good temperament!"

He couldn't help but admire this temperament in his heart.

"Daozhang Zhang, I know I'm not your opponent, but it's not in my heart to not have a sword. I have a sword, please advise the priest."

Zhuang Qiu touched the hilt of the Eight-faced Han Sword with his palm, and chanted!The sword cry sounded slowly.

"what!"

Zhang Ling was shocked in his heart, he actually saw a trace of the teacher's demeanor in this woman.

Not much, just a trace!
"The sword move has no name, it's just a stab!"

Zhuang Qiu's energy and sword intent merged into one, a cold light exploded, and a simple and unpretentious sword stabbed at Zhang Ling.

special!
Zhang Ling was locked by this sword, his hairs stood on end, and he scolded his mother in his heart.

This sword actually has a bit of austere charm, is this still the second level of refining gods?
"solid!"

Zhang Ling no longer felt as comfortable with Wu Ji, he raised his palm, and the power of heaven and earth solidified on the sword body.

In an instant, Zhuang Qiu felt as if he had entered a quagmire, and he was struggling to move forward.

Can only helplessly see Zhang Ling raised a finger and flicked it on the sword. The sword in his hand flew out and shot back into the scabbard.

"You are very good, keep going, you have a bright future."

Zhang Ling put one hand behind his back and praised Zhuang Qiu, but there were small sword wounds on his fingers behind his back.

Although he healed in a blink of an eye, it also meant that he was injured!
"Thank you, Daoist, for your advice!"

Zhuang Qiu sighed in his heart, it was indeed the target he was chasing after, it was really strong.

Depend on!
Among these newcomers, there is a real genius!
Zhang Ling scolded his mother in his heart.

　Thank you for the monthly pass of the two big guys yesterday~sky
　　
　
(End of this chapter)