To be fair, Zheng Zixuan's original fighting aptitude is still higher than Fan Tingting's.
If it were not for the help of daily medicinal baths, Fan Tingting would not necessarily be able to practice faster than Zheng Zixuan.
Fan Tingting has now reached the late stage of Ming Jin, and is only one step away from breaking through to become a Dark Jin warrior.
And Zheng Zixuan has also reached the Ming Jin stage, so the difference is not too big.
For Yang Haoran, the Ming Jin period is not even considered entry-level.
But if you put it outside, Ming Jin period warriors can already be called masters.
Zheng Zixuan is now well-known in school and among his friends, and he often calls himself a master.
The most brilliant achievement was when Zheng Zixuan fought against three street gangsters.
They were all adult ruthless men who had experienced many battles, but in the end they were beaten to pieces by Zheng Zixuan.
In addition, Zheng Zixuan's family is quite powerful in Qingchuan City, and there seems to be a tendency to become a little bully.
Inside the school, Zheng Zixuan once again beat up a classmate, Lin Ming.
"Lin Ming, don't you often bully others?
If you have the ability, stand up. If you stand up again, I will beat you! Do you accept it?"
Next to Zheng Zixuan, stood several thin classmates who had been bullied by Lin Ming.
At this time, he glared at Lin Ming and clapped his hands in applause.
Lin Ming was stubborn and sat down on the ground in the playground, looking at Zheng Zixuan provocatively.
"Isn't it just because you have learned some skills?
I admit that I can't beat you, but I'm not convinced.
If you were really capable, would you dare to live broadcast the night exploration of Huangqiu Tomb?
If you dare to live broadcast, I will not only be convinced, but you can also kowtow to you and call me grandpa!"
Zheng Zixuan frowned. The Huangqiu Tomb that Lin Ming mentioned was very famous in Qingchuan City.
At the foot of Mopan Mountain on the outskirts of Qingchuan City, there is a cemetery stretching for ten miles.
Normally, it feels windy and few people want to get close.
"Brother Xuan, don't be fooled by him.
He did it on purpose, wanting to see your joke."
"Yes, what's the point of going to that shabby place? It's still live broadcasting? Are you mentally ill?"
Lin Ming showed a mocking look on his face and said disdainfully: "It's useless to say anything else, just say you don't dare.
I keep saying that I am very powerful and bolder than anyone else, now shouldn’t I just give in and give in?”
Zheng Zixuan couldn't stand such stimulation, and immediately became furious.
"Shut up! You, the defeated general, are just broadcasting a nighttime visit to Huangqiu Tomb, aren't you?
I agreed, don’t forget what you said, kowtow to me and call me grandpa when the time comes.”
Lin Ming panicked when he heard that Zheng Zixuan really agreed.
"Zheng Zixuan, please think clearly, I heard that there are evil spirits in that place.
If something happens to you, don't blame me."
Zheng Zixuan snorted coldly: "Do you know what it means that gods and ghosts are afraid of evil people?
I will broadcast live tonight, remember to pay attention to my live broadcast room, so that you can know what it means to be a true artist and be bold!"
Naturally, Zheng Zixuan did not dare to tell his family about the night visit to Huangqiu Tomb.
Zheng Zixuan, who lied about living at his classmate's house, took a taxi and went straight to Huangqiu Tomb.
By the time he arrived at Huangqiu Tomb, it was already dark.
Standing on the edge of Huangqiu Tomb, Zheng Zixuan looked towards the inside of Huangqiu Tomb.
They are all small bumpkins of different sizes, and it is no longer clear which dynasty they are from.
There are also some good people who will come here to throw some paper money, place a wreath, etc. when they have nothing to do.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Zheng Zixuan, who was wearing thin clothes, shivered. 139 novels
I couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling, and quickly took a deep breath.
"What are you afraid of? Isn't it just a dirt hillock? I want to show that bastard Lin Ming how his grandfather and I can walk around in it!"
It quickly turned dark. Zheng Zixuan took out his mobile phone and selfie stick and quickly logged into his live broadcast room account.
"Lin Ming, grandson, keep your dog eyes open and watch, how did your grandfather and I explore the Huangqiu tomb at night!"
Lin Ming's face turned blue and he cursed.
"Asshole, you are the grandson! You madman, I curse you to meet Nie Xiaoqian, fight against the Zombie King, and have your brain eaten by a metal zombie!"
While cursing, he also threw a few rotten eggs.
Unexpectedly, the popularity of Zheng Zixuan’s live broadcast room increased rapidly.
In a short time, the number of online viewers exceeded 10,000.
After all, most people are willing to watch this kind of adventure.
A bunch of shouting guys.
Although he couldn't see anyone, the encouragement on the screen made Zheng Zixuan feel bolder.
Suddenly I felt like a hero.
"Old fellows, once the gifts are drawn, I will enter the interior of Huangqiu Tomb soon.
If nothing else happens, I will spend the night in this place today and let out your screams!"
"Support Brother Xuan, Brother Xuan!"
"Remember to keep your eyes open to see if there is beautiful Nie Xiaoqian!"
The live broadcast room is extremely popular and the gifts are constantly being received.
Zheng Zixuan suddenly felt that his trip was worthwhile, so he took a selfie stick and walked towards the Huangqiu Tomb.
Fan Tingting from home had just finished her medicinal bath and was watching videos, and saw Zheng Zixuan's live broadcast room.
"Zheng Zixuan? What is this guy doing? Visiting Huangqiu tomb at night? He is so brave!"
Fan Tingting looked excited. After all, they are all students of Yang Haoran, and she is also the senior sister!
Su Yining looked disgusted at the side: "What are you making a fuss about? You look like you have never seen the world."
Fan Tingting chuckled: "You don't understand. I'll go find my eldest brother and let him see his good student."
Fan Tingting ran all the way and ran into Yang Haoran's bedroom.
"Slow down, why are you running so fast?"
Yang Haoran frowned, why is this aunt so non-stop?
"Brother, look, that guy Zheng Zixuan is doing a live broadcast.
The popularity is soaring, there are hundreds of gifts, he is going to become an internet celebrity!"
Yang Haoran had a weird look on his face: "What kind of live broadcast is this little brat doing? What's the content of the live broadcast?"
Fan Tingting sat down next to Yang Haoran and put the mobile phone screen in front of Yang Haoran.
"Read it for yourself. You should get an idea of what it is after reading the title first.
In order to silence his grandson, grandpa visited Huangqiu tomb at night!
This is so exciting, I went to Huangqiu Tomb to spend the night at night, Zheng Zixuan is so awesome!"
Yang Haoran's eyes fell on the screen. Zheng Zixuan had already entered the Huangqiu Tomb.
At this time, he was standing on top of a small tomb, shouting slogans proudly.
"Grandson Lin Ming, do you see clearly?
Your grandpa, I’m here, and not only am I here, I’m also going to dance at Fentou Mountain!”
Zheng Zixuan really jumped up while talking, and the screen began to shake.
At this time, a barrage appeared on the screen.
"Brother Xuan, you seem to have a pair of eyes behind you, please take care of yourself!"
Zheng Zixuan cursed loudly: "Who are you trying to scare?"