Put Your Father To The Test

"You go back."

Seeing Liu Rushuang's eyes, Yang Qitian frowned slightly and said lightly.

Liu Rushuang's hot face pressed against her cold buttocks, she was a little embarrassed, but she didn't dare to attack, she could only force a smile.

"The little girl retire."

After speaking, she gritted her teeth and walked away.

Naturally, some people around saw this scene, but they pretended not to see it because they didn't want to offend people.

The eldest prince must not be offended, and this Liu Rushuang is said to be the granddaughter of a Supreme Elder in Fenglei Valley, and they can't afford to offend him either.

The debate continues.

Here, Shui Qingrou is silently listening to everyone's opinions, absorbing all kinds of useful things like a sponge.

After awakening the Nine Yin Demonic Body, her cultivation became much faster, and her comprehension also increased a lot. Some things she couldn't figure out before were suddenly enlightened, and she learned new things very quickly.

At this time, almost all of the thousands of young geniuses present had a higher cultivation level than her. The experience and insights they shared naturally had a huge reference value for her, so she listened carefully.

No one knows, she seems to be sitting here silently, but in fact, under the circumstance of analogy, she has secretly broken through two small realms...

Of course, she is still weak.

It is only the third level of Pure Yang Realm.

"You are the new disciple of the Seventh Martial Sect Supreme Elder, is the water gentle?" Suddenly, a gentle laughter sounded.

Shui Qingrou came back to his senses, looked around, and found a beautiful woman in a white dress walking over with a smile.

"Is...is there something wrong?"

The water is soft and a little tense.

She had seen this girl chatting with some big figures of the older generation from a distance before, and she knew that this girl's identity was not simple.

The main reason is that her mentality has not yet changed, and her long-term humility has made her always feel small and insignificant.

Moreover, although she has been apprenticed by the elders, her strength is still weaker than that of many geniuses, and she lacks self-confidence.

"It's okay, I'm just very strange. Since sister Qingrou is a high-ranking disciple of the Seventh Martial Sect's Supreme Elder, she must have some unique insights into martial arts. Why don't you go up and share it with everyone?"

Liu Rushuang said with a hidden knife in a smile.

"I... I can't do it. My cultivation base is too weak, and I don't have much insight into cultivation."

Shui Qingrou hurriedly shook his head, swinging his two little hands alternately.

"Sister Qingrou is modest, and can be favored by the Supreme Elders of the Seven Martial Sects, how can she not have some real talent?"

Liu Rushuang covered her mouth and smiled and said, "Although many people say that you were accepted as an apprentice just because you awakened a mysterious physique, but I don't believe it, and it's not a concubine's physique.

Her words were getting more and more wrong. She seemed to be laughing, but in fact, there was a needle hidden in the cotton, and she wanted to hide it.

"So, sister, you must have something special."

"And your cultivation base is so low, you are only in the early stage of Pure Yang Realm, this kind of excellence must not be the speed of cultivation, it should be the aspect of understanding, right?"

"Since that's the case, sister, you should be very unique in your understanding of martial arts, why don't you share it with everyone? Could it be that... you look down on everyone present and think they are not worthy?"

Liu Rushuang murdered her heart, and a hat was directly buckled, and the water was softly smashed.

On the side, some people also heard Liu Rushuang's words, and suddenly their ears perked up silently.

The atmosphere started to get weird.

Silence seems to spread, just like when the teacher who was noisy in the middle of the middle school suddenly became quiet at the back, and then the front became quiet one by one, like a tape stuck.

At this moment, it was also in this state. The silence spread rapidly around the two of them, and then the whole square was quiet.

Even the most central debaters were inexplicably stunned.

Then look at the water softly and Liu Rushuang.

At this time, Liu Rushuang said again: "Could it be that my sister really looks down on the geniuses present and doesn't want to share their cultivation experience with them?"

Whoa!

This time, everyone could hear clearly, and suddenly, the eyes of many geniuses became sharp, and they looked at Shui Qingrou coldly.

They have been touched to a certain deep level of pride and inferiority. The prouder the surface is, the more inferior they are!

At this time, the first prince Yang Qitian also looked over.

When he saw this frivolous woman bullying that quiet and beautiful girl, he immediately frowned.

It really makes no sense!

He stood up slowly, ready to speak.

However.

Someone got a head start.

"Shut up Laozi!"

An unceremonious scolding sounded, and everyone turned to look, only to see a tall and straight young man in black walking over.

It was Qin Zi.

He stood in front of Shui Qingrou, looked down at Liu Rushuang coldly, and said, "My junior sister didn't say anything, but you poured bucket after bucket of dirty water. Could it be that this is the way of hospitality in Fengleigu? "

"Who are you?"

Liu Rushuang's face was slightly cold.

"Seven Martial Sects, Qin Zi!"

Qin Zi said proudly.

"What, he is Qin Zi!"

"The first Tianjiao of the Seven Martial Sects, the real Tianjiao!"

"I heard that when he was in the Pure Yang Realm, he could easily escape from the siege of the five Nirvana Realm powerhouses."

The people around showed awe.

Although everyone calls themselves geniuses, there is still a gap between geniuses and geniuses.

Qin Zi was the first arrogant of the Seven Martial Sect, one of the six major sects, and this gold content was heavier than expected.

"Oh, it turns out to be the chief disciple of the Seven Martial Sect. No wonder his arrogance is so arrogant, but... this is not the Seven Martial Sect!"

Liu Rushuang said with confidence.

"No matter where you are, you have to be reasonable." Qin Zi's eyes were slightly cold, UU reading www.uukanshu. com's voice also became cold.

"Strength is the truth." Liu Rushuang sneered.

"It just so happens... I carry this thing with me!" Qin Zi sneered, clenched his right fist, and blasted it out.

Whoa!

The golden fist light, like a tiger descending the mountain, is majestic and seems to tear apart all obstacles in front of you!

"Wind Thunder Palm!"

Liu Rushuang let out a coquettish cry, and slapped out her right palm. The hurricane and thunder entwined, turning into a huge palm print of wind and thunder and advancing forward.

"boom--"

In the midst of the loud noise, Qin Zi's golden fist exploded, and the wind and thunder palm print cracked and continued to move forward.

"break!"

At this moment, Qin Zi's body was like a dragon going out to sea, directly piercing the wind and thunder palm print, and then at the moment when the wind and thunder palm print exploded, he had already rushed in front of Liu Rushuang and punched again.

"Hurricane Bodyguard!"

Liu Rushuang turned pale in shock, and a cyan hurricane suddenly emerged from the body, but under Qin Zi's punch, the hurricane suddenly dissipated.

boom!

With a muffled sound, Liu Rushuang flew upside down for more than ten meters, and then staggered to the ground, her pretty face turning pale.

In fact, there was a mouthful of blood in her throat, but she swallowed it back - as we all know, as long as there is no blood spurting, it is not a defeat!

"Oh, is this the capital to bully others?" Qin Zi looked down on Liu Rushuang and said coldly, "Remember, no matter where you are, my sister-in-law of Qin Zi, it's not your turn to point fingers!

"Senior Brother Qin Zi..."

Behind Qin Chuan, Shui Qingrou looked at Qin Zi with watery eyes, with endless touch and tenderness.

And this scene was watched by the first prince Yang Qitian, he silently clenched his fists, and the bones of his fingers cracked...