Ye Cang walked up to the arena and looked at the handsome man from the Zhong Family who was about the same age as him. This guy looks a little like that bastard. Ye Cang revealed a kind smile and said, "Brother, your surname is Zhong, right?"
"That's right, Zhong Yunxiao." Zhong Yunxiao had a good impression of Ye Cang's attitude. He seemed to be a very refined person.
Ye Cang thought to himself, You're pranking me, aren't you? You're saying that my cooking is the worst, right? This guy is most likely your ancestor, so don't blame me for this.
Ye Cang looked at Zhong Yunxiao who was still smiling kindly. He cupped his fists and said, "Brother, please be merciful."
"The purpose of the Martial Arts Tournament is to show everyone what you've learned, Brother Ye." Zhong Yunxiao began to circulate his Qi. In the blink of an eye, Ye Cang was already in front of him. His chest felt heavy, and he flew out of the arena. However, how could Ye Cang let him out so easily? He shot forward like a bolt of white lightning, grabbed Zhong Yunxiao's ankle, and pulled him back into the arena. At this moment, the kind smile on his face became thicker and thicker, turning into a hair-raising feeling. He murmured, "I won't let you out so easily. You dare to prank me? "
Zhong Yunxiao suddenly realized that he was not this person's opponent at all. He could not predict his attacks and movements. He could not even spy on his speed. Even if he saw it, he would not react. It was too scary. Ye Cang only used his index finger to continuously poke at Zhong Yunxiao's body. Then, he locked all ten fingers together and slowly pulled them up. After breaking all of them, he used the Pain Healing Energy to repair them. Zhong Yunxiao was in so much pain that he wanted to scream, but he did not make a sound. This made Ye Cang very impressed. Most people who had tried this technique of his would scream like pigs being slaughtered. Could it be that it was not painful enough? Once again, he broke it with great force and twisted it in a different direction.
Zhong Yunxiao opened his mouth and almost screamed but he did not make a sound. Ye Cang once again restored his arms. Zhong Yunxiao wanted to pull his arms back but Ye Cang's hands were like a vice. His knees and kicks were like hitting a steel plate. Ye Cang did not even try to dodge. Seeing his unyielding eyes, Ye Cang let go of his hands and took a few steps back, "I'm sorry. Seeing you reminded me of someone I hate. I couldn't help it. "
Outside the arena, the faces of the Zhong Clan's people were extremely ugly. They looked towards the Qin Clan's side. Shameless things. The speed that this person had just displayed was not something that the younger generation could deal with. Qin Zhong and Qin San ignored the looks of disdain and calmly drank their tea.
Zhong Yunxiao felt wronged. You think of someone you hate when you see me. Without saying anything, you directly used your strongest inner strength, Mixed Yuan Force — Boundless Sea. It was as heavy and fierce as a giant tiger coming down the mountain. Ye Cang casually stretched out his hand and pressed his fingers on his palm. The heavy palm strike was accompanied by a muffled sound and could not move an inch in front of his fingers.
Zhong Yunxiao felt frustrated and helpless. Is this the difference between us?
Chang Zhengxiong had already defeated his opponent. He looked at Ye Cang's side and Zhong Yunxiao's expression. My brother can even block an anti-alloy bullet with his fingers. It's not that he can't break the skin, but it's because of his technique and strength. I've learned it before, so I can barely use this move — Dissuading Finger.
"I admit defeat." Zhong Yunxiao was not a sore loser. "Brother Ye, good skill."
Then, he smiled bitterly. "I can't even make you use the Eight Trigrams Technique."
Ye Cang blushed with shame. I don't know it at all. "Brother Zhong, it's still possible. It's just that we're not at the same level."
Ye Cang looked at Zhong Yunxiao and felt as if he was looking at Zhong Mo Jie. It seems that he must be that kid's ancestor. "I shouldn't have participated in this. I'm just returning a favor."
Zhong Yunxiao looked at Ye Cang's sincere smile and did not say anything. "I'll ask Brother Ye for advice in the future. I hope you can give me some pointers."
Ye Cang nodded and looked at his back thoughtfully.
In a multi-plane world.
Mo Jie was in a cave. With a serious face, he flipped through the latest humorous magazine. He tidied up his backpack full of materials. "Okay, it's time to go back. Jasmine is still waiting for me."
In the living room of the side courtyard of Saint Gospel — Shangxuan Clear Monastery, a young girl was setting the table. At this time, Zhong Mo Jie returned. "Brother, I found this in Dad's box today! The genealogy. "
Mo Jie just nodded and said with the tone of an elder brother, "Let's talk after dinner."
As for his parents, Mo Jie looked at Jasmine's back as she went to get rice. She definitely couldn't remember. They were only three years old when they lost contact with the Cloud Tower. He flipped open the old booklet. His and Lily's names were at the end. When he flipped it open, it was normal before the Great Collapse. They belonged to a big family, Zhong Yunxiao, Zhong Xingtong. There were no external surnames. He put down the booklet and looked at the girl's left hand, which was sticking out of her sleeve. He felt a little guilty. He thought of the battle where the Saintess died. The heads and limbs of his comrades, the fall of the Saintess, and his own left eye. And the right hand that he lost …
Mo Jie reached out and took the bowl and chopsticks. He reached out with his slender hand to pick up the food. The girl used a steel prosthetic right hand. "Where's Head Zhang Lao?"
"Grandpa Zhang said that someone asked him to set up an altar. They said that they wanted to invite Grandmaster Xuan Qing to exorcise the evil. Also, Miss Clotti, who's on the street next to us, wants to hold the wedding in our church. I accepted it for you." Jasmine smiled.
"Okay, I'll take care of it. Okay, hurry up and eat. After dinner, go practice your swordsmanship. I'll supervise you." Mo Jie nodded.
"Brother, in school today …"
"Jasmine, don't talk while eating. Eat properly."
"Oh … you were the one who asked first." You were clearly the one who asked first. "Jasmine muttered the last sentence in a very soft voice, and then silently began to eat.
Although the brother and sister did not talk for a long time, the scene of them picking up food for each other was very heartwarming.
— — Dividing the X lines — —
When Zhong Yunxiao returned to his seat, the elders did not scold him. Instead, they praised him for his patience and perseverance. This made him feel even more guilty. I'm still too useless.
Lin Le's opponent was a young talent from Tang Sect. However, the young talent's eyes were filled with pepper spray, and there were three steel needles in his butt. He was like a hedgehog, screaming, "Bastard, shameless, treacherous, and so on. On the other hand, Lin Le just sighed and said," Using a flying knife in front of Lele is like using a witch or something. Anyway, you're just a noob. You should go back and practice more even though it might not be useful. "
"Qin San, you're such a despicable disciple!" The third elder of Tang Family, Tang Yishan, said angrily.
"Wow, we're all using hidden weapons. You're blaming others for being despicable when you lose …" Qin San retorted.
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