Songyuemen came to ask for calligraphy lessons, so naturally the disciples from the academy came to fight.
The Academy and the Qin Yuan don't like each other, so it's time to show off, and you can't be looked down upon by the Qin Yuan.
"Dakui, teach them a lesson." Li Qingjie said.
The academy disciple named Dakui nodded understandingly, cupped his hands and said: "Queyin Sect academy disciple, Tianzun realm, you take action first."
Mian Zheng smiled, narrowed his eyes, and scratched it with the stylus, its cold light sharp.
Dakui, a disciple of the academy, was startled. He had no time to cast his spell and took out his brush to fight.
Click!
The brush broke, and the sharp iron light swept across his cheek, drawing a line of blood.
Miazheng slapped Dakui away with his palm, causing him to vomit thick blood when he fell to the ground.
"So vulnerable?" Song Qingbai was stunned.
"I'm lucky." Miang Zheng sneered.
"You..." Academy disciple Dakui was so humiliated that he clenched his fists hard.
"Who's going to give me advice?" Sect Master Li's face looked a little ugly.
"I go."
Another academy disciple stood up and stepped forward, his body like an arrow, and a white-haired jade pen in his hand pointed forward sharply, without giving Miang Zheng a chance to talk.
Miang Zheng smiled coldly, sketched the word "ji" with his stylus, and his spiritual light exploded into a gust of wind, which suddenly hit the academy disciples.
puff!
The disciple vomited blood, turned somersaults and fell to the ground. He followed in his footsteps and was defeated in one move.
"Tsk, tsk... too weak. Is this the Queyin Sect?" Song Qingbai shook his head vigorously. It was different from what he imagined.
"I'm Zhang Kai, please enlighten me."
Zhang Kai, a disciple of the academy, stepped out, cupped his fists and saluted, very modestly.
Mo Zheng looked at Zhang Kai with cold eyes, and flicked the iron pen in his hand, creating a sharp edge, like a sword striking Zhang Kai.
Zhang Kai immediately fell to the ground, with blood on his shoulders and a look of pain on his face: "Is it over here? No, it's not over yet. The blood in the body is boiling."
Suddenly, with Song Qingbai's surprised look, Zhang Kai got up again, his body swaying regardless of his injuries.
Next, no matter how much Mo Zheng attacked, Zhang Kai would not fall.
one strike!
Two strikes!
Three strikes!
Blood flowers burst.
Zhang Kai was covered in blood and instantly became a bloody man. However, he was extremely tenacious and approached Miang Zheng step by step.
This scene made the academy disciples excited and felt extremely inspiring.
"As expected of Zhang Kai."
"Strong willpower and perseverance."
"As long as he says the words "Is that the end of it?" he has never lost a fight."
The disciples in the academy were talking a lot.
Li Nian looked at Zhang Kai. Although this disciple was shaky, he did have an unyielding spirit.
At this time, Li Nian secretly urged the immortal spirits to unite and feel the aura emanating from Zhang Kai.
Li Nian accidentally discovered something. Zhang Kai had supernatural powers. Moreover, this magical power was very magical. It did not come from the blood, nor was it hidden deep in the soul.
Rather!
exists in the will.
"No wonder the willpower is so tenacious." Li Nian seemed to have discovered that in the new world, there are still people who play like this.
He has learned a lot today.
"Miaozheng." Song Qingbai shouted, a little nervous.
Mao Zheng also noticed something was wrong. No matter how he tried, the man in front of him would not fall.
Immediately afterwards, Mao Zheng used an iron ratio to draw the word "色".
The word "色" turned into a green light and suddenly disappeared between Zhang Kai's eyebrows.
Zhang Kai's eyes changed drastically, as if he had an unbearable hallucination in his mind. He screamed and finally fell down.
"Chubby." Miang Zheng smiled, his face elongated.
"Zhang Kai actually fell down."
"how so."
"Songyuemen's calligraphy skills are so powerful that even Zhang Kai can't withstand it."
The academy disciples were all shocked. This time, the way they looked at Mian Zheng changed completely, with deep fear.
Dakui, Zhang Kai, and another disciple are not weak in the academy.
Especially Zhang Kai, known as the tumbler.
Now, Zhang Kai has also fallen.
The strength shown by Mo Zheng brought a huge impact to these academy disciples.
When Xiao Yunshan saw this, he shook his head slightly.
Zhang Kai and others are not good at learning, and their calligraphy skills are obviously not as good as Mia Zheng's.
"Who's going to give me advice?" Sect Leader Li shouted, with anger in his heart.
Now, he is in charge of the Queyin Sect, and the Xiao family has handed over the power to him, teaching his disciples to be so unsightly.
Three battles, three defeats!
Lost to an unknown member of the Songyue Sect.
I have never heard of this kind of destructive sect.
Because of this, the Queyin Sect is even more humiliated.
However, no one wants to stand now.
As Zhang Kai fell, it seemed that the confidence of the academy disciples had also been shattered.
"After all, the Queyin Sect became the national master, and this is the result?" Song Qingbai shook his head, with no concealment of disappointment in his eyes.
He originally thought that the Queyin Sect was very powerful, but unfortunately, his expectations were too high, which only led to his disappointment.
At this time, Song Qingbai felt empty all over his body.
"I go."
At this time, Li Qingjie stood up and faced Mo Zheng with his hands behind his hands.
"Young Sect Master Li is a first-class genius in the dynasty. I am no match for you. I'd better switch to someone else."
Mo Zheng suddenly smiled, as if he knew Li Qingjie's identity.
The Li people are a royal family.
How dare he fight against Li Qingjie.
If he defeats the royal family, Miang Zheng will definitely not end well.
If he loses, he won't be able to explain to Song Qingbai.
Therefore, avoid fighting.
"It seems that you have heard of my reputation." Li Qingjie said with his hands behind his back, and then stepped away calmly.
Mao Zheng took the initiative to admit that he was no match for Li Qingjie. The outcome was already decided and there was no point in continuing the fight.
At this time, the expressions of the Queyin Sect elders softened a little.
Fortunately, Li Qingjie shocked Miu Zheng and saved some dignity.
Otherwise, if the news about today's competition is spread, the Queyin Sect will be in great disgrace.
"Of course I have heard of Young Sect Leader Li's reputation. Except for Young Sect Leader, anyone here can challenge me. No, it's for advice. I beg all the disciples of the Queyin Sect to give me advice."
Mian Zheng carried the stylus pen on his back and raised his shoes, looking extremely arrogant.
"This guy is really arrogant."
"I really want to beat him up."
"Stop it, if you dare to go out, you will be beaten so hard that you won't even recognize your mother."
The academy disciples sighed one after another.
This Miang Zheng is really strong and must possess magical powers.
It's a pity that no one can force out Miang Zheng's magical power, that's why this guy is so crazy, why are he pretending to be here?
"Let me teach you."
At this time, Xiao Zhiyuan took a step forward.
Under the attire, her every move and frown is full of noble temperament, which makes people fall in love with her.
"I am a descendant of the Xiao family and I want to learn your calligraphy." Xiao Zhiyuan walked into the arena and said.
"Miss Zhiyuan is a descendant of a famous family, and her ancestor is a national teacher, so naturally she can teach me." Miang Zheng smiled, his narrow eyes flashing sinisterly.
It seems that the purpose of Songyuemen's trip has been achieved.
The target is Xiao Zhiyuan, the descendant of the Imperial Master.
"Wait a minute."
Suddenly, a voice came.
Mian Zheng's smile froze and he looked towards the voice.
It was Li Nian.
Li Nian strode out, pointed at Mian Zheng, and yelled: "Who are you? You deserve to be taught by the descendants of the Imperial Master? Do you think you are the current prince?"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
In front of the ancestral hall, the disciples of Qinshu and Qinshu were laughing like crazy.
As everyone knows, the Xiao family has served as national teachers from generation to generation, and their duty is to teach the princes.
In other words, only the current prince is qualified to be taught by Xiao Zhiyuan.
Is Mo Zheng another thing?
My ancestors were shoe repairmen and vegetable sellers.
He's just so sloppy, but he has the nerve to ask Xiao Zhiyuan to point him out?