At this moment, Zheng Mansion, Zheng Zhi's private residence.
In the room, Zheng Zhi was taking medicine.
After ten days of recuperation, coupled with Zheng Zhi's careful care after practicing, Zheng Qingqing's face has become much rosier.
However, her Dantian was destroyed and her body was still weak.
"Be good, drink the medicine."
Zheng Zhi filled a bowl of decoction, carefully blew it to cool down, and brought it to his sister's mouth.
Every move he makes is done with care and gentleness.
Zheng Qingqing was very good and drank the medicine quietly without saying a word.
"Qing'er, you have a good rest, and I'm going to do some errands."
Ten minutes later, Zheng Zhi stood up and put the empty bowl aside.
"elder brother……"
Zheng Qingqing took Zheng Zhi's hand and wanted to say something, but stopped.
But the worry in his eyes was obvious.
"Don't worry, I'll be back as soon as I go."
Zheng Zhi smiled slightly and covered his sister with the quilt: "Be at home and wait for brother to come back. Don't run around."
After saying that, he opened the door and left.
Looking at her brother's retreating back, Zheng Qingqing couldn't stop her tears from flowing out and clenched her pink fists tightly.
How could she not be in danger because of her brother's death?
But, how can she help her brother now?
The only thing I can do is not to cause trouble to my brother.
As if she had thought of something, Zheng Qingqing's eyes were full of determination.
In fact, she didn't say a word.
"If my brother never comes back, my sister will go with him."
Because Zheng Zhi is her only relative in this world.
If Zheng Zhi is not here, she has no reason to live...
Three poles in the sun!
Zheng Chen has been posing on the ring for an hour.
At this moment, he was a little impatient.
Under the stage, the commotion continued.
Everyone was in low spirits, thinking that Zheng Zhi would not come.
At the stands, Zheng Xuantong frowned: "What's going on with that guy? Take a few people to see him."
Hearing this, the confidants on the side nodded and wanted to leave.
However, just as he turned around, a long-lost face appeared at the entrance to the square.
He was dressed in white clothes, clean and tidy, and held a three-foot green sword with a sword like blood.
"Zheng Zhi is here."
Someone saw Zheng Zhi and exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention.
Sitting on the stage, the four big bosses from the county and city also cast their eyes on Zheng Zhi, with complicated expressions in their eyes.
This was not the first time they had met this former genius of Tianhai County.
However, it can be seen from their eyes that Zheng Zhi does not have much hope for today's battle.
Zheng Zhi didn't say any nonsense. He stepped on the ball of his feet and appeared on the ring.
"A star of the past and a new star. Who do you think will be better today?"
Liu De, the head of the Liu family, suddenly smiled and spoke.
Zhang San and Guan Kun looked at each other after hearing this.
"The fight hasn't started yet, so I don't dare to draw any conclusions, but personally, I hope Zheng Zhi can win."
After pondering for a moment, Guan Kun spoke out what was in his heart.
While speaking, he glanced at Liu De and Zhang San: "I believe the same is true for you two, right?"
Hearing this, the three of them looked at each other and laughed at each other.
"Leave aside the Fire Saint Body, with this courage and magnanimity, if this person does not die today, he will definitely be extraordinary in the future."
Zhang San glanced at Zheng Zhi, who was calm and collected on the stage, and praised him.
In this regard, the two family heads did not answer the call, but in their hearts, I am afraid they have already made a conclusion...
The excitement in the square was pushed to a climax with Zheng Zhi's appearance on the stage.
However, no one was paying attention at this moment. In an extremely remote location, a middle-aged man was sitting with his legs crossed, leisurely watching the scene in front of him.
The Chinese-character face, unibrow, and willow-leaf eyes give people an unfathomable and unfathomable feeling.
This person is none other than the Lord of Zaocheng.
Murong Ao, the father of Murong Xue.
And this city lord can be called the most mysterious person in Zaocheng.
Because he has not appeared in front of the world for five years.
Even his biological daughter Murong Xue has only seen her father a few times in the past five years...
Beside Murong Ao, stood an old man in black.
The old man has a stooped body, a head full of white hair, and a face covered with wrinkles, like a withered leaf about to wither in autumn.
"Master, you seem to value him very much."
The old man in black spoke.
The person he refers to is not Zheng Chen, but Zheng Zhi.
Because Murong Ao had arrived for a long time, but he had been keeping his eyes closed and concentrating. He didn't open his eyes until Zheng Zhi appeared.
"God, what do you think of this boy?"
Qingcheng Ao spoke lightly, her voice hoarse.
"In the past, he was a dragon among men, but now..."
Tianlao paused, glanced at Zheng Zhi on the stage, and said: "The holy body has been taken away, and it has become a sword without an edge."
If Zheng Xuantong hears this, he will surely die.
God actually knew that the Holy Body of Fire was taken away.
"God, do you think a person's future depends solely on talent?"
Murong Ao tilted his head and asked with a smile.
Hearing this, the old man on the side was slightly stunned, and after pondering for a moment, he said: "Talent, hard work, and opportunity are all indispensable."
Murong Ao smiled and shook his head: "A dragon is a dragon after all. Even if it occasionally lives in a mire or swamp, it will eventually reach the sky when it encounters a storm."
"Zheng Long is the most outstanding person I have ever met in my life. His son will never be mediocre."
His words have profound meaning.
Tianlao frowned: "That young lady..."
"Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, just let them be!"
However, Murong Ao smiled and waved his hands, interrupting Tian Lao's words.
Obviously, he knew about Murong Xue, but he didn't want to care about it...
On the arena, the battle is about to break out.
"According to the rules of my Zheng family, in a life-and-death battle, everyone is determined by fate, and no one is allowed to interfere."
Zheng Xuantong said loudly: "Start now!"
Zheng Zhi glanced at Zheng Xuantong, who was reading aloud and speaking righteously, with cold eyes.
But after a while, he put these emotions behind him.
There has long been a break between the two of them.
"Zheng Zhi, I will let you experience for yourself what despair means."
Zheng Chen stared at Zheng Chen and grinned.
"We'll see."
Hearing this, Zheng Zhi's response was very plain.
As soon as the voice fell, he took the lead.
His body was like lightning, and a sword light came straight towards Zheng Chen.
Zheng Chen's expression changed, but his reaction was not slow.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest. On the arms, he was surrounded by red flames, and there was a faint form of armor condensing.
"clang!"
The sword light struck his arm, and there was a sound of metal colliding.
Looking at Zheng Chen again, he was shocked back dozens of steps by the force of the sword.
This scene made the enthusiastic audience look slightly stunned.
The cheers suddenly stopped, and the square fell into dead silence.
The battle has just begun, but Zheng Chen is already at a disadvantage?
Many of the Zheng family elders looked gloomy, especially Zheng Xuantong.
Taking the advantage with one strike, Zheng Zhi's sword power did not stop. He moved his feet slightly and made the second strike even more powerful.
"Humph, heresy."
Zheng Chen snorted coldly and trembled: "However, in the face of absolute power, any means are in vain."
The current situation is not what he wants to see.
As the sound fell, the scorching flame burst out of the body. In the surging flame, there was a faint golden light.
After all, he is an ancient holy body, and his unique penetration advantage is enough for him to crush his contemporaries.
"boom!"
Zheng Chen no longer hesitated and punched out.
When he punches out, the fire is like a dragon.
The flames collided with the sword light, erupting into a dazzling light.
However, the next moment, Zheng Chen's face turned extremely ugly.
Because his confident punch was annihilated under the light of the sword.
Zheng Chen retreated again, this time directly to the edge of the ring.