Urban magic doctor

The words "country bumpkin" spoken by a female disciple of the Confucianism and Legalism Sect made everyone in Jiange feel a little ashamed.

Even Ling Xia glanced at Chen Yang, wondering what the hell this junior brother Chen was doing. It was just some spiritual fruits. Is it necessary to pack them?

Zhang Xurui walked up to Chen Yang and whispered, "Junior brother Chen, what are you doing? They are just some spiritual fruits. If you do this, they will look down on you."

With that said, Zhang Xurui changed the topic and said to Chen Yang seriously: "Give me all the spiritual fruits, and I will return them to Confucianism and Fa Sect later. Otherwise, they will think that we are greedy for petty gains."

Chen Yang couldn't see Zhang Xurui's intention. He was deliberately trying to squeeze out Confucianism and Legalism, but he didn't expect that this senior brother was really greedy for petty gains.

His mind changed and he said to Zhang Xurui: "Senior Brother Zhang, let me bear this reputation of being greedy for petty gains. As for the spiritual fruit, I will give you half of it after I return, okay?"

Zhang Xurui's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "This... is really embarrassing for you, junior brother. When the time comes, give me the spirit fruit quietly and go and don't make any noise."

After saying that, Zhang Xurui walked quickly to the front as if nothing happened.

Looking at Zhang Xurui's back, Chen Yang had a strange feeling that Zhang Xurui was not as simple as he seemed.

This was just an intuition, and he couldn't find out what was weird.

After a while, everyone arrived at the martial arts arena.

It was already night at this time, and I don't know if the Confucianism and Fasect had spread the news, or if they had prepared for it, but there were actually many disciples of the Confucianism and Fasect gathered here.

Seeing the appearance of twenty disciples headed by Gai Yuanruo, the disciples of the Confucian and Legalist Sect shouted like mountains and tsunamis, and the scene was very sensational.

Seeing this, the disciples of Jiange were all unhappy.

But when you get to someone else's home court, there is nothing you can do about it. Only by defeating the opponent in a fight can you feel proud.

The fighting arena of the Confucianism and Fa Sect is not large, a thousand meters long and wide, and is surrounded by formations. Cultivators below the eighth level of one star cannot break through the formations.

The two sides stood still, Gai Yuanruo didn't care about the occasion, sat cross-legged on the ground, and started practicing again.

Everyone in Jiange glanced at Gai Yuanruo, feeling a little uncomfortable at being so slighted.

Cui An clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "I must force Gai Yuanruo to take action and defeat him. Let them know that our Haoqi Sword Pavilion is no weaker than the Confucianism and Fa Sect."

These words made all the disciples of Jiange feel excited and eager to try.

Xiao Fei turned his head, with a hint of fighting intent in his expression, and said to Ling Xia: "There are twenty people on each side. If we fight one by one, it will take too long. It is better to win three out of five battles, one by one, and do it on your own." How about choosing a challenge partner and the winner moves on to the next round?"

Ling Xia thought for a moment and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so she nodded and agreed: "Okay."

Xiao Fei made an invitation gesture and said: "Then invite friends from Jiange to fight and choose the challenger?"

Since there are three wins out of five, it is natural to send the top-ranked disciples to fight.

However, Cui An and Ling Xia cannot go directly.

Next, there are other one-star and six-level junior brothers and junior sisters, a total of three people.

Among them, Zhang Xurui is ranked in the top five and is very suitable for the competition.

But Zhang Xurui has never shown off his skills. Ling Xia, Cui An and others have never seen his strength, and they don't know if he is sure to win in the first game.

Ling Xia thought that the first game was more of a test, so there was nothing wrong with letting Zhang Xurui fight.

He turned back to look at Zhang Xurui, who was standing next to Chen Yang, and said, "Junior brother Zhang, it's up to you to fight in this first game."

Zhang Xurui's eyes were focused, with excitement on his face, and he whispered to Chen Yang beside him: "Junior brother Chen, look at it, as long as Gai Yuanruo and Xiao Fei don't take action, I can win five games in a row by myself."

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Zhang for victory." Chen Yang cupped his hands and said with a smile.

Zhang Xurui jumped up, with an elegant figure, and landed in the middle of the martial arts arena. He glanced at the disciples of the Confucian and Legalist Sect who were watching the battle, and said loudly: "Today I will show you, the disciples of our Haoqi Sword Pavilion are no better than Any sect member. I, Zhang Xurui, want you to look good."

Zhang Xurui's words ignited the passion of the Jiange disciples, and they all applauded him.

However, the weak voice was drowned out by the voices of thousands of people in the Confucian and Legalist sect.

How could the disciples of the Confucian and Legalist Sect tolerate Zhang Xurui's shouting here? They made sarcastic remarks and shouted angrily.

For a time, the situation was tense.

"It seems that Junior Brother Zhang is very confident."

Ling Xia pondered, looked at Xiao Fei, and said: "In the first game, we will not choose to challenge. You can send one of your own."

"I come."

Behind Xiao Fei, a one-star and sixth-level male disciple stepped out from the crowd and entered the martial arts arena in one step.

Zhang Xurui was quite powerful and shouted: "Who is coming? Please tell me your name."

"I, Zheng Peng, will lead my senior brother in making brilliant moves."

The male disciple of the Confucianism and Fa Sect showed a provocative look on his face, quickly took out a long sword, and shouted to Xiao Fei: "Senior Brother Xiao, start the formation."

"As soon as the formation is opened, you will be defeated."

Zhang Xurui's fighting spirit rose, and the sword in his hand was pointed directly at Zheng Peng. His indomitable momentum surprised Chen Yang.

The feeling Zhang Xurui gave him at this moment was completely different from before.

"It seems that the two junior brothers can't wait to start the war."

With a smile on his face, Xiao Fei immediately opened the formation of the martial arts arena, and the light curtain enveloped Zhang Xurui and Zheng Peng. Xiao Fei said loudly: "Don't kill people. If you are seriously injured, go out, or admit defeat, you will lose."

After simply announcing the rules, Xiao Fei's eyes narrowed and he said: "Begin."

After he finished speaking, everyone's eyes widened, looking forward to the first battle.

Especially the disciples of Jiange, eager for Zhang Xurui to win and use their strength to win dignity for Haoqi Jiange.

But Zheng Peng's strength seems to be slightly better.

The moment after Xiao Fei announced the start, he moved and attacked Zhang Xurui very quickly. The energy of the long sword in his hand was condensed. The tyrannical power was definitely the best among the one-star and six-level cultivators.

However, the trust of Jiange disciples in Zhang Xurui has not diminished.

Because Zhang Xurui's strong self-confidence just now was not like he was just pretending.

But what everyone didn't expect was that at the moment Zheng Peng took action, Zhang Xurui looked panicked, raised his hands, and shouted hastily: "I can't beat him, I can't beat him, I admit defeat, I admit defeat."

His frightened look at this moment was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and there was no connection at all with the confident look just now.

Even Zheng Peng, who was fighting against him, was stunned at this moment.

Seeing that Zheng Peng didn't stop, Zhang Xurui hurriedly backed away and shouted: "What are you doing? I have already given up. Stop, stop!"