Tang Mang murmured to himself, and a feeling of pride gradually rose in his heart: "My current strength is far inferior to that of the three young masters, but the present does not represent the future. With my talent, my perseverance, and my various opportunities, no
It will take a few years for me to surpass them."
He thought so, and Lin Han in the ring seemed to have the same idea. He even put this thought into his mouth and said it loudly in front of everyone in the audience: "Which of the three young masters is strong or weak?
I understand, but one day when I am successful in my cultivation, I will definitely visit them one by one."
"How dare the light of a grain of rice compete with the bright moon?"
Yang Zheng seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and said with a sarcastic look: "I admit that you have some talent, but the strength of the three young masters is beyond your imagination. Even if you practice for a lifetime, you will never surpass them."
Lin Han said proudly: "A warrior must have goals in order to continue to grow and become stronger. If you are afraid of the three young masters, it will be difficult for you to achieve success in the future."
After saying that, he turned around and walked off the stage.
"you……"
Yang Zheng didn't expect Lin Han to get off the stage without waiting for him to answer. He suddenly froze on the spot with an extremely ugly face. He opened his mouth to say something, but at this moment, a cold and ruthless scolding sounded.
"Yu'er, come here."
"I have to get scolded again."
Leng Yu'er saw Leng Wuwu looking at her with a livid face, grunted in her mouth, then rolled her eyes, and then she noticed, pulling Tang Wanqing towards Leng Qingwu and walked over.
Tang Mang took his time and followed the two women.
Hua Hua Hua...
As they walked along, many young talents present turned their attention, and their eyes fell on Tang Mang and the others. No, they should have focused on Leng Yu'er.
Goblin!
An absolute witch!
This was the only feeling in the hearts of all the young talents present after seeing Leng Yuer for the first time.
Leng Wuqing didn't care about others. When he saw Leng Yu'er coming to him, he said angrily: "Look at what you are wearing? It's simply unseemly."
"Dad, my clothes were custom-made by Shui Yunjian, why are they so inappropriate?"
Leng Yu'er stamped her feet dissatisfied, turned her head and looked at the many young talents present, her beautiful eyes were looking forward to it, her cheeks were smiling, and she asked: "Tell me, are you right?"
The laughter was as sweet as silver bells. Many young talents heard it and felt it was like the sound of nature, which made them feel a little crazy.
"Hey, what do I want to ask you?"
Seeing no one answered, Leng Yuer hummed.
Suddenly, a young man dressed luxuriously came back to his senses and said loudly: "Miss Yu'er has a beautiful face. Her clothes are also unique and beautiful. She is really beautiful!"
Many people nodded quickly when they came back to their senses, and opened their mouths to praise the girl like "Yu'er, the beauty of the country, the beauty of the country, the elegance of the world, and so on" without any hesitation.
Many of the men looked at Leng Yuer's two long legs as clear as white jade under the hem of her skirt, and their eyes nearly popped out.
Beauty!
Especially Leng Yu'er, a beauty who is so charming and charming that makes men's hormones aggravate. A simple sentence can make the eyes of many young talents present shine, and it is difficult to say that she is wrong.
Leng Yu'er saw it in her eyes, with a little ridicule flashing in her eyes. She turned around and said proudly to Leng Qingqing: "Dad, you have seen it, no one thinks there is anything wrong with my daughter's dress."
"you……"
He was extremely cold and angry. He wanted to say something, but finally sighed: "Your mother died early. It seems that my father has spoiled you these years."
After saying that, he solemnly said: "Forget it, from now on, your father, I have to discipline you well, otherwise I don't know what you will be like in the future."
Leng Yuer's face changed slightly, and she spoke in a protracted voice, coquettishly.
"father……"
"Stop yelling. I will find some masters for you tomorrow. You stay at home and study poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting."
He said coldly.
Leng Yuer immediately grimaced.
At the same time, Leng Qingwu's eyes turned and fell on Tang Wanqing and Tang Mang next to Leng Yu'er, and asked: "Yu'er, who are they?"
Leng Yuer hurriedly said: "They are my friends. By the way, dad, this sister of mine has a cultivation level in the late Zhen Gang realm, and her strength far exceeds her cultivation level. I want her to represent our Leng family in the martial arts competition."
.”
"this……"
Leng Qingwu hesitated a little.
On the ring, Yang Zheng frowned slightly when he heard Leng Yu'er's words, and said loudly: "Master Leng, you agreed to compete for a spot in the ring. Although this girl is a friend of Miss Yu'er, she cannot destroy it at will.
rule."
Leng Yu'er turned her head and glared at Yang Zheng. Just as she was about to say something, Leng Qingwu said: "There is no rule without rules. If your friend wants to represent our Leng family in the martial arts competition, she will have to fight. If she is really capable, of course,
Can get a spot."
"I……"
Leng Yu'er opened her mouth to speak, but Tang Wanqing held her hand and said calmly: "Since the head of the Leng family has said so, I will simply go on stage and fight."
After saying that, he jumped up and landed lightly on the ring where Yang Zheng was.
Yang Zheng smiled when he saw Tang Wanqing on stage: "Girl, although you have the cultivation level of the late Zhen Gang Realm, as the saying goes, the sword has no eyes. I'm afraid I'll hurt you later."
Tang Wanqing is now wearing a human skin mask and has an ordinary appearance, but has a very good figure. Yang Zheng does not want to leave scars on such a delicate figure.
Tang Wanqing's expression did not change at all, her wrists shook slightly, but an ordinary fine iron sword appeared in her hand, and she said calmly: "Strike with all your strength."
As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Wanqing's black hair was flying, and her whole body was like a surging wave, rising up into huge waves and attacking Yang Zheng's body and mind.
Yang Zheng felt this terrifying momentum, his whole body was shaken, and his heartstrings were trembling. He felt a little discouraged, and felt that he was no match at all.
In a blink of an eye, he realized that his mentality was wrong, and he quickly bit the tip of his tongue. Stimulated by the severe pain, he stared at Tang Wanqing in fear, and asked: "You have such momentum in the late stage of Zhen Gang Realm, who are you?"
Tang Wanqing's momentum was so strong that Yang Zheng almost had the illusion of facing masters like Master Lingxiao of the Tianhe Sect.
"Shui Qingyun, a casual cultivator."
Tang Wanqing gave her name casually, obviously not planning to reveal her identity.
"Shui Qingyun? Shui Qingyun? Why have I never heard of it?"
Yang Zheng frowned.
Not to mention the young geniuses of the three major sects, he knew them all. As for the geniuses from all over Qianzhou, he also knew a lot, but he had never heard of Shui Qingyun's name.
Tang Wanqing didn't answer, but waved the fine iron sword in her hand, pointing it at Yang Zheng.
Yang Zheng was unhappy when Lin Han pointed a spear at him before, and now he was pointed at a sword by a woman named Tang Wanqing. Yang Zheng was even more unhappy, with an angry look on his face.
"I don't care who you are, just take my sword first."
As soon as the loud shouts started, Yang Zheng used his body and martial arts skills. Like a phantom, he came to Tang Wanqing in the blink of an eye and swiped the long sword in his hand.