The reason I sighed was because I was disappointed with their unsatisfactory performance. Secondly, I was happy for the Martial Pavilion.
Fortunately, I came to the Martial Pavilion today. Otherwise, this Jianghu sect would have gone downhill from now on.
Speaking of which, it was a bit inexplicable. Originally, I thought that Pavilion Master Sui wanted to investigate the cause of Young Master Zhang's death, but it turned out that he had ulterior motives. Instead, he was concerned about the origin of the pills. Obviously, he was also worried that the Guowei Martial Dojo had a new backer. Then, he accidentally talked about alchemy and coincidentally met the people from the Five Poison Sect.
It seemed that some things had their own destiny. As the saying goes, whoever started the trouble should untie it. Since I had taken back the Golden Snake Sword from the Martial Pavilion, I had to do something for them.
Although I was not from the Martial Pavilion, at this time, someone needed to stand up!
"Eh …" The higher ups of the True Martial Hall, after seeing my actions, let out a surprised sound.
Some of them didn't know me, but Hall Master Situ and the old men from the Refining Hall recognized me immediately.
Hall Master Situ's face stiffened at first, but then a look of joy appeared on his face. Originally, he had been harboring a grudge against me, but at this moment, his hatred was gone, replaced by excitement. It was unrealistic to expect these disciples to take care of Ling Zetian. If it was me, the result might be different!
"That should be it, right?" Ling Zetian raised his head and asked.
The group of disciples didn't say anything. Ling Zetian wasn't surprised. "How about this, the four of you come at me together. If you can make more than eighty moves, you will pass the test."
It wasn't that Ling Zetian was arrogant and conceited. Although it was 80 moves, there were many factors that greatly reduced the difficulty of fighting one against four. As long as they had good teamwork, it wouldn't be a matter of one plus one.
However, after hearing Ling Zetian's words, the people on Murong Xue's side all looked depressed. If they had known this would happen, they would definitely have challenged Ling Zetian. Ai, they could only say that this guy was too shameless and too cunning. He could change the rules as he pleased, but they didn't dare to say anything. This was the benefit of status and power.
"Ling Zetian, right?
You and that beauty together. "While the disciples were joking, I couldn't help but speak.
My voice wasn't loud, but it was met with a wave of shock.
"Kid, who are you?
How come I've never seen you deliberately causing trouble? "
"Damn it, I don't even have the confidence to fight one against four, and you even called Miss Murong over. Are you trying to make things difficult for us?"
"I'm not afraid of a godlike opponent, but I'm afraid of a pig-like teammate!"
The three people standing in front of me scolded angrily.
"I alone am enough to deal with a motley crew like you. Why do I need Junior Sister Xue 'er's help?" A playful smile appeared on Ling Zetian's face.
"No, no, you misunderstood, what I meant was, you two come together and fight me alone," I explained lightly.
The square, which was originally full of discussions, instantly fell into a state of silence, which lasted for a few seconds.
"Oh my god, why is he so mischievous?"
"Is this kid called Chen Duxiu?
What a showy idea! "
Ling Zetian's expression slightly darkened, and he said with a fake smile, "Heh, to be honest, I really admire your courage. However, I need to remind you that the last guy who was so mischievous in front of me left very peacefully. You probably won't be so lucky. Originally, I was planning to go easy on you and try to bring back a few people from the True Martial Hall, but seeing how arrogant and despotic you are, I've already decided to go all out. In any case, you people from the True Martial Hall are very arrogant, so there's no need for us to go easy on you."
Not only Ling Zetian, even the disciples of the True Martial Hall couldn't help but speak up for him.
"I don't understand. Which hall is this kid from?
Is he a spy from another Jianghu sect? "
"That's right, why are you causing trouble for our True Martial Hall? Are you retarded?!"
It was obvious that they had a stomach full of complaints against me. This Ling Zetian was also quite quick-witted. Not only did he stir up the atmosphere with his words, he also crazily pulled hatred towards me. He couldn't wait to drown me in their spit.
"It's better if you don't go easy on me. Maybe you'll die peacefully by yourself. If you have any skills, feel free to use them on me." I kindly reminded him.
"Haha." Ling Zetian was immediately amused, and couldn't stop laughing.
Murong Xue, who was at the side, couldn't help but frown. She felt disgusted with me. She hated this kind of arrogant guy the most.
"Senior Brother Ling, I won't make a move. You should be able to deal with him, right?"
"Of course I can. What do you mean by should? Junior Sister Xue Er, have some confidence in your Senior Brother okay?
This kind of good-for-nothing, I can deal with him as easily as killing an ant! "Ling Zetian was very unhappy after being doubted by his goddess.
"Hehe, I'm sorry, Senior Brother Ling. Xue Er didn't mean that."
Murong Xue pouted, revealing two charming dimples. Her melodious voice was like that of a skylark.
Ling Zetian's heart was filled with the sweetness of the word 'Senior Brother'. He was immediately filled with fighting spirit. He pointed at my nose and said, "Little trash, listen carefully. I can deal with you in ten moves at most. If I can't cripple you within ten moves, I'll cripple my own martial arts!"
Originally, he wanted to say one move, but he couldn't feel any fluctuations coming from my body. This made Ling Zetian a little puzzled. It seemed that these disciples didn't know me. Could it be that I ran out from the woodshed?
Of course, Ling Zetian made this decision to be on the safe side.
"Alright, alright, alright. Stop wasting time and quickly beat him up." At this time, Hall Master Situ's face was flushed red. He was indescribably excited.
He wasn't sure if I could defeat Ling Zetian, but he was sure that ten moves wouldn't be a problem!
At that time, Ling Zetian would have to cripple his own martial arts. Just thinking about it made him overjoyed.
"Little trash, do you see that? Even the upper echelons of your True Martial Hall are crazily cheering for me. Don't you feel sad?!" Ling Zetian couldn't help but mock.