"Tu lingzong!" Mu Cheng, who was walking in front, stopped and looked at the coming team with a frozen eyebrow. Tuling sect is a strong sect second only to Tiandao sect. The disciples participating in each competition are generally strong. They are a strong competitor of Qingyun sect in this tea party. Moreover, this type of explosive force is generally not limited by the realm in Lingwu realm. As long as it is used skillfully, it is likely to challenge beyond the level. Just like Qin Ming, Mu Zixiu was able to defeat the seventh heaven in the fifth heaven by his brute force.

    No Pope wants to meet them at the tea party.

    "Are you Qingyun sect?" the team of Tuling sect stood in front, generally about two meters, with a sense of strength from the inside to the outside.

    "Qingyun sect, Mu Cheng!" Mu Cheng saluted back.

    "Who is Yue Qing?" the disciple led by Tu lingzong is named Yang Yi. He is a strong man in the Xuanwu realm. He is tall but not bloated. He feels like a rock statue. He is not only resolute and powerful, but also indestructible.

    They know Yue Qing? Mu Cheng frowned slightly: "Yueqing went out to practice and didn''t attend the tea party."

    "Don''t you dare to come? Hum, Qingyun sect is rare to find a talent. It doesn''t even have the courage to come."

    "I can be your opponent!" Mu Cheng took two steps forward with great momentum. The bright light of the golden sword suddenly appeared, and it seemed to feel the owner''s war intention.

    "You? Haven''t heard of it." Yang Yi is indifferent.

    "Jin Ling disciple, Jin Jian, Mu Cheng, Xuanwu realm, I will challenge you at the tea party." Mu Cheng declared war on the spot. On behalf of Qingyun sect, he will never weaken his momentum. Even the terrible Tuling sect doesn''t care. At this point, Qin Ming, TIESHANHE and others stood on his side and took two steps forward.

    "Oh? Xuanwu territory?" Yang Yi looked at him more. The nine Tuling sect disciples behind him were also slightly surprised. There were two Xuanwu territory disciples in the new generation of Qingyun sect.

    The elder who led the team interrupted with a smile: "go to register first, and there will be many opportunities for competition in the future."

    "Remember my name, Mu Cheng!" Mu Cheng walked past Yang Yi and followed the old man to the depths of the manor,.

    Yang Yi sneered: "interesting, Qingyun sect is fierce this time. Go and have a look. What lineup has Qingyun sect sent this time."

    Mu Cheng led the team into the hall. The hall was elegant and antique. There was a table in the middle. An old man sat there to record.

    The old man looked at them and raised his pen to record: "is it the team of Qingyun sect? Report your realm and keep it stable for a long time."

    "Mu Cheng, seventeen years old, is in the Xuanwu realm. He has a heavy sky. The promotion time is two months."

    "Zhang Lan, 16 years old, Lingwu territory, jiuchongtian, a year and a half."

    "Li Nian, 16 years old, Lingwu territory, jiuchongtian, a year and a half."

    "Murong Chong, 16 years old, Lingwu territory, jiuchongtian, promotion time, three months a year."

    "Ling Xue, 16 years old, Lingwu territory, jiuchongtian, promotion time, eight months."

    "TIESHANHE, sixteen, Lingwu territory, jiuchongtian, promotion time, nine months."

    This was originally a personal secret, but on the surface, the competition at the eight tea parties was a "Duel and martial arts", which was friendly. Therefore, before each tea party began, the disciples of each sect would truthfully announce their strength.

    Zhang Lan, Li Nian and Murong Chong, the three Jinling disciples, have been stable in Lingwu jiuchongtian for more than a year. They belong to the state that half of their feet have entered the Xuanwu realm. With their talents, they can break through easily as long as they have a suitable opportunity, and they are all 16 years old.

    Yang Yi and others stood outside the hall and nodded slowly. This year''s Qingyun sect disciples are really strong, and they didn''t send 18-year-old disciples.

    The participants in the eight tea parties are under the age of 18, but over the years, no one has brought 18-year-old disciples, up to 17 years old, in order to demonstrate the potential of each sect and the tacit understanding between the eight sects.

    Han Qianye and his disciples signed up in turn. They were all the new jiuchongtian in Lingwu territory. The elder who recorded also nodded. Qingyun sect''s team is very strong this time. There should be a great chance to compete for the top ten. If Qingyun sect brought their talented disciple Yue Qing again, it would be even more wonderful. It''s just that people don''t bring it on purpose. Maybe they have their own considerations.

    But when it was Qin''s turn, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became quiet.

    "Qin Ming is 15 years old, and he will be 16 years old in 33 days. Lingwu territory, eight days, promotion time, 20 days." Qin Ming calmly reported the information and looked at the stunned old man: "what''s the problem?"

    "Eight days? Twenty days?" the old man in charge of recording thought he had heard wrong.

    "HMM." Qin Ming calmly accepted the strange eyes of the people.

    "Ha ha!!" the Tuling sect disciples outside the hall laughed directly.

    "Bachongtian? The whole Qingyun sect can''t find a disciple of jiuchongtian? Really, you can''t pull an 18-year-old jiuchongtian. If you can''t force him to be promoted again."

    "What''s the matter with you? It''s just that Yue Qing doesn''t come. Get a disciple of bachongtian. Your Qingyun sect has really set a precedent for bazong tea party, which has lowered the level of the whole tea party by one day."

    "The boy is really fifteen? He looks eighteen."

    "What''s his status? He shouldn''t be the illegitimate son of your patriarch. Bring him here for insight?"

    The disciples of Tuling sect are not only laughing at Qingyun sect, but also expressing their dissatisfaction. Bazong tea party is known as the largest wusheng meeting of the Cenozoic in the northern region. There have never been any disciples under jiuchongtian or 18 years old. This is a pride and the pride of all contestants. But Qingyun sect suddenly brought such a little guy, It affects the overall face of the eight tea parties.

    Mu Cheng and others looked slightly heavy. They were very dissatisfied with the clamor of Tu lingzong, but this time no one spoke, including he xiangtian.

    They knew Qin Ming''s character and didn''t need them at this time.

    Qin Ming smiled and shook his fist: "make a bet. Choose anyone and carry my fist. I won. You apologize for what you just said. I lost. I immediately left Wuling city with a burden on my back."

    Is it so simple and rude? Have a fight.

    Yang Yi smiled and said, "compare your fists with our tulingzong?"

    "Only by winning your proudest can you be convinced." Qin life shook his arm and walked towards them: "who will come!!"

    "Boy, are you serious?"

    "Do I look like I''m kidding?"

    "Ha ha, well, since you strongly request it, I''ll reluctantly accept it." a strong young man came out of the team, his strong muscles covered his body like a rope, his tiger eyes glowed, his momentum was strong, and gave people a strong sense of oppression. "Bazong Tea Club has never had a precedent of bachongtian. I''ll clean up Qingyun sect for you?"

    "Help yourself!" Mu Cheng was indifferent.

    "Tu lingzong, Zhao Kuo!" the young man tightened his whole body, clenched his fist and turned inward. His whole body vibrated violently, and the wooden doors of the hall trembled slightly.

    "Have you offended me? I may be a little cruel. Do you... Mind?"

    "Ha ha!! just come!"

    Qin Ming moved his body and walked slowly. After five steps, his eyes coagulated, his joints crackled, and his King Kong strength was strongly activated. He stood on tiptoe, suddenly burst up, accelerated in three steps, soared vigorously, and swung his fist to Zhao Kuo''s face.

    Yang Yi and other disciples smiled faintly and didn''t even mean to dodge.

    Zhao Kuo raised his arms at will, crossed the cross frame, and met Qin Ming with a cold face. His strong Qi was steaming in his arms. This boy should have practiced strength martial arts, right? But what? Playing power in front of Tuling sect disciples is pure self humiliation.

    Peter Jackson''s King Kong! Immeasurable! The heavy fist of Qin''s order suddenly increased in strength. It was as fast as thunder, and suddenly burst into Zhao Kuo''s arms.

    Fivefold! Eight kilos of explosive power!

    Zhao Kuo''s face changed suddenly, caught off guard, smashed his arms into his chest, lost control of his body on the spot, and staggered back.

    "What?" Yang Yi and others were stunned.

    "Can you carry it?" Qin Ming''s voice said, striding close. Before Zhao Kuo could hold on, his fists bombarded him continuously, banging and banging, and rained on him, making him retreat again and again.

    Between minutes and seconds, more than 30 fists were hit violently, which drove Zhao Kuo back more than ten meters.

    "Asshole!" Zhao Kuo forced himself to hold on and was about to become powerful, but Qin Ming followed closely, suddenly slapped him, and blasted his neck and chin.

    King Kong tota!

    Zhao Kuo leaned back from the ground, while Qin Ming turned over in situ, sweeping his cross legs around his side, like an iron whip, and flew out directly.

    Everyone was in an uproar, and even several old people stood up.

    "Isn''t it a move?" Yang Yi and others looked ugly. How did they fight directly?

    "Did you say to take a move?" TIESHANHE sneered.

    At this time, Qin Ming stamped Zhao Kuo again and buckled his ankle. The whole body muscles wriggled, and the strength erupted. He crashed into the rockery in front of him.

    Rumble, rockery collapse, riprap rolling.

    Everyone breathed! Tough enough! Zhao Kuo was stunned. He just took a punch. Who knows that Qin Ming came to the fierce battle at the beginning. He took advantage of his illness and continued the stormy offensive. He didn''t give him room to ease at all.

    "Tu lingzong, that''s all!" Qin ordered Zhao Kuo to run wildly, smashing the ground, rockeries, stone tables and even old trees like a whip. Zhao Kuo resisted several times, but Qin ordered him to retreat fiercely.

    The scene is hot. Even Mu Cheng and others frown frequently. It''s bad. It''s going to be big! Qin Ming suddenly gave up and directly threw Zhao Kuo away.

    The loud noise here alerted the nearby guards and the elite disciples of other sects. A large number of figures galloped in the city hall and gathered here.