Chapter 9

The Zhuo family martial arts arena is still as calm and serene as usual. The children of many families are constantly honing themselves with their own sweat.

Suddenly, a very arrogant figure swept straight to the center of the martial arts field and landed steadily in the center of the martial arts field. The figure looked coldly at the family children exercising under the martial arts field.

The visitor was Zhuo Wen. At this time, Zhuo Wen held a half dead Zhuo Wu in his right hand and looked coldly at the direction of Wolong Pavilion.

This morning, chun'er took his letter to Wolong Pavilion and handed it to Zhuo Dingtian. In the letter, the place of fame handover is in the martial arts field, so Zhuo Wen believes that Zhuo Dingtian will appear in the martial arts field.

"Is he Zhuo Wen? How dare this waste appear in the martial arts arena?"

"Eh? You see what Zhuo Wen is holding seems to be master Zhuo Wu? How could master Zhuo Wu be in Zhuo Wen's hand and look seriously injured!"

"Young master Zhuo Wu is a master of Shenyong realm, and his armor soul has reached the level of four grades of green. How can it be like this? Is it Zhuo Wen in front of you?"

"It's impossible! Zhuo Wen can't even awaken his armor soul. He doesn't have any accomplishments at all. How can he beat young master Zhuo Wu who is already in the realm of divine courage? I think it must be Zhuo Wen who secretly attacked young master Zhuo Wu by means of despicable means!"

Looking at Zhuo Wu in Zhuo Wen's hand, many family disciples in the martial arts arena were shocked, but more disciples who looked very bad looked at Zhuo Wen unkindly.

Suddenly, there was a commotion under the martial arts arena, and then a tall, cold looking young man suddenly jumped into the martial arts arena.

The young man first looked at Zhuo Wen, then looked at Zhuo Wu, who was a little confused, and said coldly, "Zhuo Wen! You really have the courage to beat young master Zhuo Wu seriously! What dirty means did you use to sneak attack young master Zhuo Wu? If you don't give an explanation today, you won't want to go out of the martial arts arena!"

As soon as the young man said this, many family disciples in the martial arts field looked at Zhuo Wen with bad eyes, and the corners of their mouths showed a malicious smile.

"Unexpectedly, Zhuo Leng did it himself. He is the strongest disciple in our martial arts field. Even the coach praised him?"

"Zhuo Wen is dead this time! Zhuo Leng has something to do with young master Zhuo Wu. I must be very angry to see young master Zhuo Wu become like this! Now Zhuo Wen is no longer the third young master, but just an ordinary disciple. Even if Zhuo Leng kills him by mistake, the family should not blame him!"

The sudden emergence of young people immediately attracted the attention and discussion of many people below the martial arts arena. Obviously, young people are famous among these children.

Zhuo Wen faintly looked at Zhuo Leng in front of him, and a cold smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Zhuo Leng, who has heard a lot, is the first person in the martial arts field. His cultivation seems to have reached the Qi practice level at a young age. If it weren't for his low level of armor soul, the family would have included him in the ranks of core disciples.

The children of the family are divided into two levels: external disciples and core disciples. The external disciples are basically born with a low level of armor soul. They are assigned to the martial arts arena and taught by the coaches assigned by the family. If their accomplishments are outstanding, they may become core disciples in the future.

Once they become core disciples, the family will assign an attic in the inner court to cultivate themselves. Moreover, some experts in the family will guide these core disciples from time to time. Even precious medicinal materials are used by the core disciples without stinginess.

The treatment of core disciples seems to be no worse than that of the family's direct young master. If Zhuo Wen is not unable to awaken the armor soul, his own Ningxiang Pavilion will not be confiscated by the family, and even his identity will be demoted as a humble domestic slave.

Zhuo Leng is the most promising external disciple to be accepted as the core disciple by the family in recent years.

"Despicable means? It's obviously Zhuo Wu. This guy's strength is not good. I still need to use despicable means to deal with this waste?" Zhuo Wen kicked Zhuo Wu gently and said calmly.

"You... Zhuo Wen, your courage is really getting stronger and stronger. Since you are so arrogant, I'd like to appreciate your strength and see if you have arrogant capital! If you can make three moves under my hand, I won't care about your business. What?" Zhuo Leng looked at Zhuo Wen coldly and said.

"No need! I just need one move. If you can stand up after one move, I will release Zhuo Wu immediately. Even my life is yours. How about it?"

As soon as Zhuo Wen said this, there was an uproar in the martial arts arena. All the disciples looked at Zhuo Wen inconceivably and wondered if Zhuo Wen was out of his mind? Standing in front of him is Zhuo Leng, the first person in the martial arts arena, who is also the most promising person to become the core disciple of the Zhuo family in recent years.

Zhuo Wen didn't even awaken his armor soul a few days ago, and he didn't have any accomplishments. However, Zhuo Wen put forward the condition of looking for death, which made many of his disciples look at Zhuo Wen above the martial arts arena strangely.

"Zhuo Wen! I really don't know where you come from. Since you want to die so much, I can help you!"

Zhuo Leng smiled angrily, and his feet kicked on the ground. The whole person went straight towards Zhuo Wen like a flying shell.

At the same time, a leopard with cold eyes suddenly jumped out of Zhuo Leng's body. As soon as the leopard appeared, it integrated into Zhuo Leng's body. Then everyone saw that Zhuo Leng's body suddenly swelled, and even sharp claws appeared in both hands.

"Elder martial brother Zhuo Leng used his armor soul as soon as he shot. It seems that elder martial brother Zhuo Leng is really angry and wants to kill Zhuo Wen!"

Some of the disciples watching the play at the bottom of the martial arts arena were also surprised at Zhuo Leng's efforts.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were frozen. He knew that the virtual shadow of the leopard that had just appeared around Zhuo Leng should be Zhuo Leng's own armor soul. The corners of his mouth tilted slightly. Zhuo Wen's muscles tightened and his fists pinched up.

The creaky crisp sound immediately came from Zhuo Wen's arms, and then Zhuo Wen hit out with both fists and shouted: "Hunyuan Longyin Fist: Chu Longyin!"

A loud dragon chant roared out of Zhuo Wen's body, and then a huge dragon shaped gas field immediately surrounded Zhuo Wen's arms. A strong yuan force fluctuation also came from Zhuo Wen.

Looking at Zhuo Wen with great momentum in front of him, the ferocious smile on Zhuo Leng's original face suddenly stiffened, and even a look of fear appeared in his eyes. He can clearly feel that the energy contained in the young man's body is definitely far more than him.

"How could this waste have such powerful power? Isn't there no armor soul in his body? What's the matter?"

When Zhuo Leng was still shocked in his mind, Zhuo Wen suddenly hit his fists on his claws. Zhuo Leng only felt a pain in his arms, and then he felt that his hands suddenly lost consciousness.

With a terrible howl, Zhuo Leng flew out upside down, and a mouthful of blood gushed out like an untightened faucet.

Touch.

Like withered leaves falling on the ground of the martial arts field, Zhuo Leng threw up a few mouthfuls of blood and fell decadent on the ground without stopping twitching.

At this moment, the whole audience suddenly fell into silence. Everyone in the martial arts field looked at Zhuo Leng who was dying on the ground and Zhuo Wen who was not damaged at all.

Even some of the disciples standing in front of the comparison swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and their whole body trembled unconsciously.

Zhuo Leng, the first person in the martial arts field, was really defeated by Zhuo Wen with only one move, as Zhuo Wen said. Moreover, looking at Zhuo Leng's situation at this time, it is obviously very bad.

"Facts have proved that I Zhuo Wen is not a waste. You are the real waste, Zhuo Leng! Now you can go at ease. It is also a waste of food for waste like you to stay in the world!"

Zhuo Wen's eyes flashed, and then his figure flashed towards Zhuo lengfei. His right fist condensed the terrible yuan force, and the roaring sound of the Dragon came out, which was full of evil spirit.

Zhuo Wen knows that he must frighten everyone in the martial arts field now, and the best means of deterrence naturally needs iron blood and ruthlessness. Only bloody lessons can completely frighten everyone.

"Zhuo Wen! You bastard, you dare to abolish my disciples. I think you are tired of living!"

An angry voice suddenly came from a distance. Then Zhuo Wen only felt the wind roaring behind him and frowned slightly. He immediately sidestepped and flashed to one side. His eyes narrowed slightly and looked at the figure who wanted to attack him.

This is a middle-aged man with a beard on his face and a strong and tall figure. Even Zhuo Wen only reaches the chin of this figure.

"The coach finally came! Now elder martial brother Zhuo Leng is saved!"

When all the disciples in the martial arts field saw the tall figure, the originally nervous look on their faces immediately eased down.

Zhuo Wen's performance was so strong that they couldn't breathe at all. Even their strongest Zhuo Leng was defeated by Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen looked at the figure that had just appeared. The strength of the coach in the martial arts field arranged by the family was not very strong, but even if it was not very strong, the cultivation of the coach reached the level of strengthening the viscera, which was a level higher than that of Zhuo Wen.

The coach came to Zhuo Leng and checked it. Then he looked at Zhuo Wen not far away and roared: "you bastard, you have abolished Zhuo Leng's Dantian? I didn't expect you to be so vicious, so don't blame me for bullying the small!"

After the coach found that Zhuo Leng's Dantian was abandoned, his face became more angry. You know, Zhuo Leng is the most talented of all the disciples in the martial arts arena and the most likely external disciple to become the core disciple.

If Zhuo Leng becomes a core disciple, he will naturally receive a lot of rewards as a coach, and even his treatment in the family will be higher. But now Zhuo Leng has been abandoned by Zhuo Wen, and all this is in vain. The coach is naturally very angry, and even wants to directly strip Zhuo Wen of his bones and cramp.

Zhuo Wen's eyes sank. Seeing that the coach said to his face that he was a bastard, Zhuo Wen was also very angry, so he sneered: "old man, you don't have to worry. You'll accompany your disciples later!"