I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 17 Fighting
Before Zhang Zheng made a move, a sudden change occurred.

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

"What are you?"

Tan Ying glanced at the male cultivator on the ground with a look of disgust, the coldness contained in that glance made people tremble, it seemed that it was not Zhang Zheng that the male cultivator offended but her.

But when she turned her head, she regained her charming and gentle expression, and said to Zhang Zheng with a smile: "Back then, Senior Sister Zhang blocked the ghost spider for me and saved my life. Senior Sister's kindness is unforgettable."

This scene is really horrifying.

Zhang Zheng looked at the sword that was still dripping with blood in her hand, the bright red blood slipped down the tip of the sword, and blossomed on the ground.

Unlike the hard swords that most sword cultivators in the comprehension world now use, she has a soft sword in her hand, like a circling poisonous snake.

The sword is like a person, no matter how soft its appearance is, it cannot conceal the fact that it is a sharp sword that cuts iron like mud.

"Heal the sick."

Zhang Zheng would not thank her for speaking out for her, let alone pity the male cultivator who reaped the consequences.She just felt that this woman might not be mentally sound.

After finishing speaking, she turned around and left. With this crazy woman here, today's competition may be very troublesome, so I don't want to touch this bad luck.

But don't expect her to believe her nonsense, the kindness is unforgettable? This guy didn't think so when he left her to run for his life, but he could really distort the facts. If he really had a choice, she wouldn't save her.

While the male cultivator was moaning in pain, Tan Ying stared at Zhang Zheng's leaving back with burning eyes.

After a while, when Zhang Zheng was no longer in sight, she walked over to where Zhang Zheng was standing just now, took a deep breath, and narrowed her eyes as if intoxicated.

"It smells so good——"

"It's really on you."

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

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

Not long after Zhang Zheng returned to the room, the two little girls also came back, and rustling voices came from the yard after a while.

The two probably guessed that she was back, and lowered their voices, but they didn't know that the monk had good ears and eyes, and had already heard their conversation completely.

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

Er Ya glanced at the closed door, although she was puzzled, she whispered: "Is it the senior sister who lives in that room, her door is closed all the time, how do you know she is back?"

Tingting pouted at her, "I said you're stupid, but you still don't believe me. Brother Yun said that monks should be good at observing things around them. Look at the grass under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, it's just planted."

The two little girls squatted down next to the weeds together again. They didn't dare to touch them casually, for fear that this was some kind of precious spiritual herb, 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 don't know why the senior sister would plant this thing.

Er Ya is now shaking her head, "If you want me to say, the elder sister must have intentions in planting it, maybe... Maybe it's a fairy grass. We can't see it before we get the air into our body."

Zhang Zheng, who was eavesdropping in the room, couldn't help but twitched his lips when he heard this. Children these days have really rich imaginations.

Immortal Grass, this legendary fetish cannot be seen in the entire cultivation world.

So I practiced in the room for two days, cultivated the weeds planted in the yard from time to time, and then went to the martial arts field to observe and compete for a while.

The two little girls are very hardworking. They get up early every day and go to the teaching hall to attend classes. After class, they take a break and start to meditate.

Zhang Zheng deliberately staggered the time with them, so even though they lived in the same hospital, the three of them hadn't really met each other until now.

But the weed she planted somehow became the focus of attention of the little girls recently.Every day I have to squat there to watch for a while, and sometimes even have a small dispute over whether the weeds have grown a little bit.

On this day, the little girls left early as usual, and Zhang Zheng also found sadly that the weeds were withered again.

As if it was an established fate, usually two days, no more than three days, no matter what kind of plant, no matter how vibrant it was before, when the time comes, they will die.

They died so cleanly that Zhang Zheng seemed to see them beckoning to her, and said coolly, "It's time, let's die first."

Could it be a problem with the exercises? Zhang Zheng couldn't figure it out.

Although the cheap master is a bit unreliable, but it is not necessary to dig a hole for her in the exercises.

Qianqian felt sorry for the dead grass corpse for a while, and buried it.

It seemed a bit abrupt to be empty, but after a little hesitation, Zhang Zheng replaced it with a shimmering golden spirit grass.

After the arrangements were made, Zhang Zheng came to the martial arts field again.

It's just that this time, she didn't come to observe, she went straight to the ring 78.Yesterday she had made an appointment with a senior brother Yan for today's competition, and the venue was ring 78.

"Brother Yan."

Zhang Zheng bowed his hands upright to the handsome male cultivator in front of him.

The male revision is Senior Brother Yan who promised to compete with her yesterday——Yan Chan.

Yan Chan also politely returned a salute, he is a martial idiot, he is looking forward to fighting with a fellow Taoist who has never competed before, so he urged: "Junior Sister Zhang, let's start."

The two entered the ring.

Although Zhang Zheng is not well-known, Yan Chan is also one of the famous figures in the martial arts arena.Even though his cultivation is only at the eighth level of Qi training, he is immersed in the martial arts arena every day, looking for people to compete everywhere, he is an out-and-out martial idiot.This name attracted many audiences to this arena.

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

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

The monk who asked the question couldn't help clicking his tongue, and said in a low voice: "Senior Sister Tan? No wonder there are so many young men around her, and she doesn't like any of them. It can't be because she has some affection."

Zhang Zheng was naturally unaware of these nonsensical guesses, and now she was fully concentrating on fighting skills.

From previous observations, Zhang Zheng knew that the seemingly thin senior brother Yan in front of him was a veritable physique.

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

While Zhang Zheng was still cautiously probing, Yan Chan made a bold attack.

He moved very fast, easily avoided several fireballs from Zhang Zheng like lightning, leaned forward, and punched Zhang Zheng's face mercilessly.

A vine grew flat from behind him, entangled his calf and pulled it.

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

He couldn't match his strength, nor his speed. Zhang Zheng's mind was spinning, so he could only do it by chance.

Seeing that Yan Chan's blow was missed, the vine wrapped around his calf was smashed by the flowing golden light, as fragile as a piece of paper on the edge of a knife.

"A sea of ​​mud and mud."

Zhang Zheng let out a soft snort, and a lot of thick sand protruded from the surface of the arena, making the whole air viscous.

"Strength breaks through everything."

Yan Chan is not an easy guy to deal with, I saw a faint brilliance glowing all over his body, and his bare skin was even more golden.He suddenly became a statuette.

Zhang Zheng didn't expect to be able to trap him, as long as he could slightly weaken his speed, he would have a chance of survival.

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

clang--

The flames splashed and the instruments clanked.

Zhang Zheng held the dagger tightly in both hands, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, and the sharp blade cut through his palm, dripping with blood.

So fucking heavy.

It was as if a thunderous force was pressing on her body, and she could even hear the joints of her fleshy body cracking under the forceful pressure.

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

In the next moment, fighting spirit burst out in his eyes. With one hand, Zhang Zheng was pressed down with a hammer, and Zhang Zheng was unable to move. With the other hand, he quickly attacked her forehead again.

At this moment, Zhang Zheng turned sideways, retracted the resisting dagger, and let the hammer hit his right shoulder. His whole body was instantly paralyzed, his bones were shattered, and he was sweating profusely from the severe pain.

At the same time, the blue light of the dagger exploded, and it met the giant palm that was attacking head-on.

Regardless of the pain in his palm, Yan Chan quickly retracted the hammer to block in front of him, and quickly retreated.

In a panic, he didn't notice that the thick vine behind him was staring at him, and seized the opportunity to pull it out suddenly. With the sound of breaking through the air, Yan Chan's whole body was pulled out of the ring and hit the ground hard.

(End of this chapter)