Chapter 68: Fight if you say so In fact, Zhou Ling noticed something strange about the empty space ahead when he was halfway there. He silently activated the various defensive robes and spiritual weapons he was wearing, and carefully felt the environment he was in. He didn't feel any danger, so he felt relieved. The master said that the demon's soul that escaped was too weak now and would not pose a threat for the time being, so she didn't need to worry too much. Before confronting it head-on, she should focus on her cultivation first. She understood the truth, but she was being targeted by the demons who were once capable of waging a war to destroy the world. Whenever there was a slight disturbance in her life, she would subconsciously become nervous and alert. Zhou Ling, who is still just a small foundation-building person, feels that his shoulders are crushed by the pressure. She lowered her head, dragged her injured leg to sit in the lower row of the spectator seats, silently swallowed a pill, and circulated her spiritual power to repair the wounds of all sizes on her body. Before going back, at least these scary-looking injuries must be repaired first, otherwise my mother would be so heartbroken when she sees them. The spiritual energy warmed the wound and accelerated its healing process. It was itchy so badly that in order to distract himself, Zhou Ling took out the formation book that he had not finished reading a few days ago. Studying made her numb, and the itch from the wound healing was soon diluted by the swelling in her head. The master's formation skills were good, but he was too busy recently and had no time to teach her in person. He only gave her these books for self-study formations and some of the experiences that the master summarized when he was learning formations. The master was a modern man, and the experiences and notes he summarized all adopted the idea of simplifying the complex. Zhou Ling did not find it difficult to study on his own, and he learned faster. I stretched out my hand in the air and gestured how to draw the base of a magic array. I found it to be quite simple, so I planned to try to set it up when I get home.
"The order of the formation is drawn wrong." Before Zhou Ling put down her hand that was stretched out in the air, she heard an unfamiliar male voice suddenly sounded in her mind. The voice sounded strangely familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before, but she was sure that she did not know the owner of the voice. Zhou Ling turned her head, but couldn't find the person who sent her the message through her spiritual sense, so she couldn't respond to him. She was confused for a moment, not knowing how to react. Did she really draw it wrong? I went over my drawing method in my mind and found that it was exactly the same as what was written in the book, and there was nothing wrong with it... "The seventh and thirteenth strokes are connected and intertwined, but they go in different directions. You got them mixed up." Sheng Yuan saw the confusion on her face and sent her a message again. There was nothing he could do. Who could blame him for valuing talent? This little girl was very smart. Seeing how she was recovering from her injuries while learning the formation, he couldn't help but want to give her some advice. Zhou Ling remained silent. Following his train of thought, he drew the formation again in his mind and found that... it was indeed the case. "Thank you for your guidance, senior." The wound on his leg was almost healed. Zhou Ling put down the book, stood up, bowed toward the side where there were people, and then bowed again toward the side where there was no one. It was because the guy who sent her the message was too mysterious. He didn't show up and didn't even look at her. Plus, she just realized that there must be someone sitting in the remote corner of the spectator booth, hiding his figure. So both sides bowed to each other. Since the other person didn't want to show up, she wouldn't make the mistake of thanking him. Sheng Yuan smiled and nodded with great satisfaction. He was very satisfied with her flawless attitude, sensible and polite. He didn't know whose child was raised so well. As for Zhou Ling, she had no idea that she had been recognized by a certain boss. She looked up at the sky and found that it was getting late. She didn't delay any longer. After bowing and thanking him, she packed up and walked out of the venue, ready to go home for dinner. But just as he reached the entrance of the Foundation Building Arena, he was knocked to the ground by a figure that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The man who rushed out was also a ruthless person. Without saying a word, he suppressed his spiritual power and punched Zhou Ling in the face. No matter how fast Zhou Ling's reaction was, her face was still grazed by the opponent's fist. Although the injury was not serious, it was still very painful! "Tang Zhe! Are you fucking mentally ill? You dare to launch a sneak attack on me? Damn it, do you think I'm easy to bully? I'll fuck you! Bastard, I'll beat you to death! Die!!!" Zhou Ling was furious. She had lived two lifetimes, but this was the first time she was hit in the face! He immediately restrained his spiritual power and even turned off the defensive spiritual weapons on his body, and fought the bastard with all his might and strength. Her mother was always worried that she was young and skinny, and that she would suffer if she restricted her spiritual power and fought with others, so she always advised her not to be impulsive.
But Zhou Ling was not impulsive this time. The other person had hit her on the head. If she didn't fight back, she would be ashamed to be named Zhou! Almost all the sects in the entire cultivation world have this rule: fighting in the sect is allowed, but not to the point of death. If you want to settle personal grudges for fun, you must restrict your spiritual power and not make things worse. It was also the first time that Zhou Ling tried to suppress her spiritual power and fight with others, and she found that the result was not as bad as she had imagined. Although she is young, she is a ruthless person. She always trains herself to exhaustion in the sword training field. After squeezing out the last bit of her strength, she continues to practice on the spot to restore her physical strength. Day after day, over time, her body is also strengthened. Apart from anything else, when she waved her little fists to hit people, she felt quite strong. At the entrance of the arena, two people who were fairly famous in the world of immortal cultivation actually started fighting in public, like a depth charge, causing chaos in the crowd. Even the two foundation-building monks who had just entered the arena to start fighting hurriedly paused their fight, both standing at the edge of the arena, watching from this side and watching the show online. Sheng Yuan also stood up with a sullen face, no longer as calm as before. If he hadn't seen that the little girl didn't suffer any loss and immediately turned over and pinned the person down to beat her after being punched at the beginning, he would have gone over to take charge of the situation. Absolutely ridiculous! The chaos in the world of immortal cultivation has not yet been quelled. Even though the number of people in the world of immortal cultivation has not yet recovered to the level before the war, so the acceptance of disciples has been slightly relaxed, but reaching the stage of self-reflection is the lowest bottom line! If everyone is brought into the world of immortal cultivation, it will only harm them! The onlookers watched for a while, and saw that although Zhou Ling was small, his attack power was not weak. Tang Zhe below was obviously beaten harder and was almost beaten into a pig's head. Then they stepped forward to separate the fight. "Let go! Don't pull me! I'm going to beat him to death today!" Zhou Ling was suspended in the air, but she still kicked hard towards Tang Zhe with her legs. "Come on! You little bitch! Do you think I'm afraid of you?" When no one was trying to stop the fight, Tang Zhe was hit so hard that he had to protect his head with his hands, and all his arrogance was gone. When someone tried to break up the fight, Tang Zhe was spitting arrogantly, veins on his neck bulged, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. (End of this chapter)