Before Zhang Zheng could take action, a sudden change occurred.

The male cultivator suddenly fell to the ground, his body trembling violently, and his two calves were cut off at the knee joints. The pain of the broken bones made him unrecognizable, and his throat vibrated and made a cracking sound.

"Who do you think you are?"

Tan Ying glanced at the male cultivator on the ground with disgust. The coldness in that glance made people tremble. It seemed that the male cultivator just now offended her instead of Zhang Zheng.

But when she turned her head, she regained her delicate and gentle expression, and said to Zhang Zheng with a smile: "When we were in the cave, Senior Sister Zhang blocked the ghost spider for me and saved my life. Senior Sister's kindness will be unforgettable."

This scene is truly terrifying.

Zhang Zheng looked at the sword in her hand that was still dripping with blood. The bright red blood slipped off the tip of the sword and bloomed into sad flowers on the ground.

Different from the hard swords commonly used by most sword cultivators in the current world of cultivation, she had a soft sword in her hand, like a coiling poisonous snake.

The sword is just like its person, no matter how soft its appearance is, it cannot hide the fact that it is a sharp sword that can cut through iron as well as clay.

"Treat the sick."

Zhang Zheng would not thank her for speaking out for her, let alone pity the male cultivator on the ground who had suffered the consequences. She just felt that this woman was not mentally unsound.

After saying that, she turned around and left. With this crazy woman here, today's competition would probably be very troubled, so it was better not to get into trouble.

But don't expect her to believe her lies. The kindness will never be forgotten? This guy didn't think so when he left her and ran for his life. He could really distort the facts. If she really had a choice, she wouldn't save her.

As the male cultivator groaned in pain, Tan Ying stared at Zhang Zheng's leaving figure with burning eyes.

After a while, when Zhang Zheng was no longer visible, she walked quietly to where Zhang Zheng was standing, took a deep breath, and narrowed her eyes as if intoxicated.

"It smells so good——"

"It really is on you."

On the surface, Wanxuanmen prohibits disciples from killing each other, but in fact, as long as no one is killed and the victim does not report to the law enforcement hall, Wanxuanmen does not bother to care about the fights between disciples.

Since Tan Ying dared to cut off the man's leg in front of everyone, she could guarantee that she would not get into trouble for it.

Not long after Zhang Zheng returned to her room, two little girls also came back, and soon there were rustling voices in the yard.

The two of them may have guessed that she was back, so they lowered their voices when speaking, but they didn't know that the monk had a sharp ear and had already heard all of their conversation.

"Erya, keep your voice down, senior sister may be back. If it disturbs her practice, senior sister will punish us if she gets angry."

Erya looked at the closed door. Although she was confused, she still whispered: "Is that the senior sister who lives in that room? Her door is always closed. How do you know she is back?"

Tingting pursed her lips, "I said you were stupid, but you still don't believe me. Senior Brother Yun said that monks should be good at observing things around them. Take a look at the grass under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. You can see that it was just planted there."

The two little girls squatted beside the weeds together again. They didn't dare to touch it casually, for fear that it was some kind of precious spiritual grass and it would be terrible if they touched it.

I just looked around curiously for a long time, but there was nothing magical about it. I didn't know why the senior sister would grow this thing.

Erya was getting smart at this moment, "If you ask me, Senior Sister must have had some intention in planting it. Maybe... maybe it's a fairy grass. We won't be able to tell it before we introduce the Qi into the body."

Zhang Zheng, who was eavesdropping in the room, couldn't help but twitching when he heard this. Children nowadays have really rich imaginations.

Immortal grass, this legendary divine item cannot be seen in the entire world of cultivation.

I practiced in the room according to the rules for two days, cultivating the weeds planted in the yard from time to time, and then went to the martial arts field to observe the competition for a while.

The two little girls are very diligent. They get up early every day and go to the teaching hall to listen to classes. After returning from get out of class, they take a break and start meditating.

Zhang Zheng deliberately staggered the time with them, so although they live in the same hospital, the three of them have never really met each other until now.

However, the weed she planted has inexplicably become the focus of the little girls' recent attention. They have to squat there and look at it for a while every day, and sometimes they even have a small argument over whether the weed has grown up or not.

On this day, the little girls left early as usual, and Zhang Zheng sadly discovered that the weeds had died again.

It seems to be a predetermined fate, usually two days, no more than three days at most, no matter what you plant, no matter how vibrant it was before, when the time comes, they will die.

She died so neatly, Zhang Zheng seemed to see them waving to her, and said calmly: "It's time, let's die first."

Could it be a problem with the technique? Zhang Zheng was puzzled.

Although the cheap master is a bit unreliable, he shouldn't dig a hole in her skills.

Qian Qian felt sad for the dead grass corpse for a while and buried it.

It seemed a bit awkward to leave it empty. After a little hesitation, Zhang Zheng replaced it with a golden spiritual grass. At first glance, it looked like jewels and extraordinary.

After settling in properly, Zhang Zheng came to the martial arts field again.

But this time, she didn't come to watch, and went straight to Arena No. 78. Yesterday, she had made an appointment with Senior Brother Yan for today's competition, and the venue was Arena No. 78.

"Senior Brother Yan."

Zhang Zheng bowed her hands demurely towards the handsome male cultivator in front of her.

The male revisionist is Senior Brother Yan who agreed to compete with her yesterday - Yan Chan.

Yan Chan also returned the courtesy politely. He was a martial arts fanatic, and he was looking forward to being able to fight with a Taoist friend he had never competed with before, so he urged: "Junior sister Zhang, let's start."

The two got on the stage.

Although Zhang Zheng is not well-known, Yan Chan is also one of the famous figures in the martial arts field. Even though he is only at the eighth level of Qi training, he is immersed in the martial arts field every day, looking for people to fight with him everywhere.

The martial arts idiot who never buckles. This title attracted a lot of spectators to this arena.

"Who is that female nun? Why have I never seen her before?"

"I haven't seen her before, but yesterday this woman had a dispute with Senior Sister Tan. It seems that Senior Sister Tan is still struggling with her."

The monk who asked the question couldn't help but clicked his tongue and lowered his voice: "Senior Sister Tan? No wonder there are so many talented young men around her, but she doesn't like any of them. Could it be that she has something in mind?"

Zhang Zheng was naturally unaware of these nonsensical speculations. She was now fully focused on fighting.

From previous observations, Zhang Zheng knew that the seemingly skinny Senior Brother Yan in front of him was a veritable physical practitioner.

Hidden under the uniform of the broad sect is an indestructible body that is stronger than stone and iron, and a powerful sect that can fly a rockery with one punch.

While Zhang Zheng was still cautiously testing, Yan Chan struck directly and boldly.

He moved very fast, easily dodging several fireballs fired by Zhang Zheng like lightning, stepped forward, and punched Zhang Zheng in the face with his fist without mercy.

A vine grew out of his back and wrapped around his calf.

Taking advantage of his stagnation, Zhang Zheng hurriedly stepped aside and brushed her ear with a strong fist. The strong wind actually cut her face directly, and a trace of blood rolled down.

He couldn't match his strength, nor could he match his speed. Zhang Zheng's mind was racing, so he had to resort to clever tricks.

When Yan Chan saw that the blow had missed, he turned around and the rattan wrapped around his calf was shattered by the flowing golden light, becoming as fragile as a piece of paper on a blade.

"Sea of ​​earth and mud."

Zhang Zheng let out a soft cry, and a lot of thick sediment protruded from the surface of the arena, making the entire air become viscous.

"Strength can break through all odds."

Yan Chan is not an easy guy to deal with. His whole body glowed with a faint brilliance, and his exposed skin was even more golden. He suddenly became a little golden man.

Zhang Zheng didn't expect to trap him. As long as he could slightly weaken his speed, he could gain a chance of survival.

The wet and sticky soil was vulnerable to Yan Chan. The little golden man quickly broke through the mud barrier, and a huge hammer suddenly appeared in his hand.

clang--

Firelight splashed and weapons clanked.

Zhang Zheng held the dagger tightly with both hands, veins bulged on the back of his hand when he exerted force, and the sharp blade cut into his palm, drawing blood.

Too damn heavy.

It was like a thunderous force was pressing down on her, and she could even hear the joints of her body cracking under the force.

It's not over yet, Yan Chan still has an empty hand.

The next moment, fighting spirit burst out in his eyes. With one hand holding the hammer, Zhang Zheng was suppressed and unable to move, and with the other hand, he quickly attacked her head again.

At this moment, Zhang Zheng turned sideways, retracted the dagger he was resisting, and let the hammer hit his right shoulder. His whole body was instantly paralyzed, his bones were shattered inch by inch, and he was forced to break out in cold sweat from the severe pain.

At the same time, the blue light of the dagger exploded, and it met the incoming giant palm head-on. "Pfft", the golden light broke through, and the sharp dagger's attack continued unabated, and shot straight through the palm towards Yan Chan's eyebrows.

Ignoring the stinging pain in his palm, Yan Chan quickly retracted the hammer and blocked it in front of him, then flew back quickly.

In a panic, he didn't notice that the thick vines behind him were staring at him. He seized the opportunity and pulled out violently. With the sound of breaking through the air, Yan Chan's entire body was pulled out of the ring and hit the ground hard.


Chapter completed!