Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 66 Do You Call This Qi Refining? (Fourth update)

Under the clear sky and white sun, a three-foot green-fronted ink dragon lingers!

At this scene, not only the people in the square, but also Qihuang Valley's own people were stunned on the spot.

Xu Zhining and Yao Heyu, who were still vomiting blood, both raised their heads with expressions of disbelief.

You must know that Xu Zhining's talent is unparalleled in Qihuang Valley, and he only entered the eighth level at the age of twenty-four. Zuo Lingquan is only seventeen years old now. This speed of cultivation can only be described as incredible!

The four uncles in Qihuang Valley knew that Zuo Lingquan was in danger in the mountains and refined True Qi, but they only thought they had gained access to the Qi Sea.

This sudden appearance of the eighth level of Qi Refining shocked the four uncles so much that they forgot about the current crisis and turned their heads to look at Wu Qingwan.

Cheng Jiujiang was also stunned for a moment, looking at the black sword energy on Zuo Lingquan's sword, he couldn't believe it:

"This...since he has reached the eighth level of Qi Refining, why is he only showing off now?"

Wu Qingwan sat down next to Zuo Lingquan, with her legs crossed, her posture elegant yet domineering, and she tilted her head slightly:

"Is it possible that Ling Quan's cultivation level needs to be disclosed to the public from time to time? Is it possible that Master Cheng has never heard of the word 'Zang Feng'?"

"The quota for this trip to Jingtai Terrace..."

"Do you think Ling Quan, who is seventeen years old and has an eighth level of Qi Refining cultivation, needs to fight for a spot with his senior brothers on such an occasion?"

Cheng Jiujiang was speechless for a moment.

Seventeen years old, the eighth level of Qi Refining, is also in the upper reaches of the Jiu Sect. If nothing else, the threshold for entry is definitely enough. There is really no need to compete with other small fish.

Wu Qingwan leaned back on the chair, picked up the tea cup and took a sip:

"I have been rooted in Qihuang Valley for two hundred years, and I have hidden more than this. Master Cheng insists on deep water and shallow water. I will give you this opportunity. If Master Cheng is still worried about not being able to defeat me, I will ask Ling Quan to exchange bamboo with you. Disciple beat?"

Zuo Lingquan felt that Wanwan's appearance was very inflated and said with a smile:

"Actually, you can do it empty-handed. I won't take advantage of you."

Cheng Jiujiang rubbed his fingers, but it was a bit difficult to resist - Wu Qingwan said this. He wanted to continue to find excuses to force the imperial master to come out, but he couldn't find any.

Cheng Jiujiang glanced at Zuo Lingquan's long sword - judging from the True Qi density, it seemed to have just crossed the door frame of the eighth level of Qi Refining, and Li Yingjia had been in the eighth level for two years, and he also carried a Law Weapon, so he had a great chance of winning.

After all, there are still three places to go to the terrace, so the portion is still there. Cheng Jiujiang thought about it for a while, then sat down and said coldly:

"Since you are learning the sword, then use it. Cheng will not take advantage of you. However, we have agreed in advance that if we win in response to Jia, don't break your promise."

The four head masters are actually a little worried, but if they are caught by Cheng Jiujiang if they are not confident at all, not only will their quota be lost, but Qihuang Valley will also be lost, and they can only act like they are confident at the moment.

The monks in the square naturally looked at them eagerly, and they separated to the left and right to make way to the arena.

Li Yingjia didn't look very good, but Law Weapon was with him, so he didn't say much. After getting the signal from Cheng Jiujiang's eyes, he stood at the other end of the ring and waited.

Zuo Lingquan took off his sword from his waist, put it in Wu Qingwan's hand, walked down the steps of the hall, and took off his outer robe when he was halfway there.

This was done to prove that he did not bring a Law Weapon, because Zuo Lingquan did not know all aspects of the eighth-level monk's data, and was afraid that he would be mistaken for cheating if he used too much force later.

Zuo Lingquan threw his robe into the hands of Senior Sister Xiaohua, jumped onto the ring with a big stride, stood ten feet away, cupped his hands and clasped his fists:

"Qihuang Valley, Zuo Lingquan. Please enlighten me."

Li Yingjia was not careless, he cupped his hands and said:

"Fuqi Mountain, Li Yingjia."

As soon as he finished speaking, the deacon uncle who served as the master of ceremonies raised his hand to signal the start.

Thousands of eyes were also focused, all holding their breath, watching Zuo Lingquan's every move, wanting to see how advanced this secretive prince-in-law really was.

Wu Qingwan was much more leisurely, just drinking tea slowly, without worrying about the outcome of the battle - because the monks at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and the 12th level Qi Refining with True Qi by their side, would both break under normal circumstances. No defense.

But Cheng Jiujiang and the four heads of Qihuanggu were obviously not so relaxed, and they were all staring at the ring with their full attention.

In their eyes, even if Zuo Lingquan's talent is astonishing, his chances of winning are slim. This should be a 'fierce battle' concerning the sect's honor and disgrace!

only……

Under the clear sky, the spring breeze blows slowly.

Zuo Lingquan, who was naked from the waist up, did not pause for a moment after giving the order. He was like a cheetah making a surprise attack and arrived in front of Li Yingjia in the blink of an eye.

Li Yingjia's reaction was also not slow, his fists True Qi showed flowing light, and he punched out.

Zuo Lingquan also raised his hand and punched Li Yingjia.

In the midst of lightning and flint, the fists connected, and a muffled sound erupted on the ring, mixed with the crisp sound of bone cracking.

The monks around the ring were all stunned. They didn't expect that the seemingly handsome and elegant prince-in-law would be so reckless.

But before they could say that it was not appropriate for Zuo Lingquan to go head-on, they saw Li Yingjia, who was so powerful, twisting and deforming his right hand the moment his fists came into contact.

Click——

The cyclone collapsed between his fists, and then Li Yingjia's entire body turned into a cannonball and was blown away by one punch.

Zuo Lingquan didn't wait for Li Yingjia to fly out of the ring. He raised his hand and grabbed Li Yingjia's ankle. He pulled him back with a strong tug. He elbowed Li Yingjia with his right hand and hit Li Yingjia's waist and abdomen. Then he raised his hand and lifted him. He took off the guard under the sleeve of Li Yingjia's right arm.

Bang——

A set of movements is surprisingly fast, yet smooth and smooth.

Li Yingjia fell to the ground and passed out without even being able to scream.

Lie down in seconds!

The whole place was silent.

Most people didn't see clearly what was going on. They looked at the ring with confusion in their eyes.

Cheng Jiujiang's eyes suddenly turned from solemn to stunned. He slapped the armrest of the chair and said angrily:

"Is this the fucking eighth level of Qi Refining?"

The four uncles were also shocked. Zuo Lingquan's speed and reaction just now seemed to be no different from ordinary eighth-level monks.

But the moment when the two fists connected, it was a bit too incredible.

Li Yingjia used Cheng Jiujiang's special skill 'Thunder Fist', which is famous for its strength and speed. Normal eighth-level monks would find it difficult to receive this punch head-on.

And Zuo Lingquan raised his hand to punch Hong, no matter how you look at it, it was just an ordinary punch!

The reason why martial arts become martial arts is because they have a specific line of luck that can instantly increase their lethality to the extreme.

No matter how Low Grade's martial arts skills are, they are at least two or three times more lethal than a casual punch. How can an ordinary punch in the same situation be able to resist?

The four uncles looked at each other with astonishment. They felt guilty after being questioned by Cheng Jiujiang. If Zuo Lingquan hadn't taken off his clothes, they would have suspected that Zuo Lingquan also hid the Law Weapon.

Wu Qingwan knew that the secret would be exposed. After all, Zuo Lingquan didn't know any martial arts, only the swordsmanship that he had learned by himself.

Seeing that several elders were in disbelief, Wu Qingwan held the tea cup and explained in an understatement:

"Ling Quan's foundation is solid. It's not surprising that he has such power. How can a proud man of heaven reason with common sense?"

This is not unreasonable.

The four uncles felt that this should be the case. After all, they could not imagine that a seventeen-year-old kid could reach the ninth or tenth level of Qi Refining.

As Li Yingjia lay face to face for a second, the thousands of monks below the ring, after a brief silence, burst into gasps; the noise was everywhere, everyone was marveling at Zuo Lingquan's incredible cultivation speed:

"Seventeen years old Qi Refining eight layers..."

"The foundation is so solid. What kind of talent is this? It's too scary..."

"The key point is that he is so handsome, and comparing people to others is so annoying..."

"No wonder the eldest princess designated him as the consort, she has such an accurate vision..."

…

Zuo Lingquan beat a child and felt no sense of accomplishment. After politely rejecting the affectionate looks of his fellow apprentices and sisters, he threw the wristband in his hand to the seat outside the main hall door:

"Master Cheng, can you see clearly this time?"

Cheng Jiujiang was also shocked by Zuo Lingquan's talent, but the current situation brought him back. He clenched his fists and did not look at the Law Weapon on the ground. After a long silence, he stood up and walked out of the square without saying a word.

Grandmaster Bo Yueheng finally found his place, but he did not care to praise Zuo Lingquan and threw the wristband to Cheng Jiujiang:

"Master Cheng, go slowly, don't forget to pick up your things."

Although Cheng Jiujiang lost an adult, his momentum did not diminish. He raised his hand to catch the wrist guard and said coldly:

"I cheated in public outside the main hall of Qihuang Valley. You and I can only rely on a junior to get ahead. I was able to leave safely afterwards. When did Qihuang Valley fall to this point? If the Imperial Master was here, I would have to kneel in the main hall today. You can’t go there for three days!”

When the five bosses heard this, their faces froze slightly.

Master Bo Yueheng could only respond:

"Master Cheng is very lucky. If it weren't for your mentor's retreat, you wouldn't be able to leave today."

"Yeah?"

Cheng Jiujiang snorted coldly, picked up his apprentice from the ring, and walked away.

Seeing this scene, Wu Qingwan's face, which was slightly joyful, darkened again, and she pursed her lips, but she didn't know what to say.

Zuo Lingquan watched Cheng Jiujiang leave, frowning, turned around and got off the ring, put on his clothes and walked to Wu Qingwan, saying softly:

"Senior Wu, let's go for a walk in the back?"

Wu Qingwan knew that Zuo Lingquan noticed something strange about the Imperial Master, and sighed quietly, her face still gentle and demure, but she did not look at Zuo Lingquan, turned around and walked towards the verandah behind the main hall...

(End of chapter)