C100 Dogs look down on people

As the voice faded, a green-clothed youth walked out. The youth's mouth was a little big and his eyes were a little small, making him look a bit weird.

However, the young man's face was a little gloomy, and when he looked at Zhao Mingzhe, his small eyes revealed a look of disdain.

Frowning, Zhao Mingzhe coldly said:

"I will talk to the master myself, why are you interrupting me. From your appearance, you aren't a disciple of the Zen sect …"

Before Zhao Mingzhe even finished speaking, the youth said coldly:

"Ignorant! I, Qian Zhangfeng, am also a home practicing disciple of the Zen Sect. "

Hearing that, Zhao Mingzhe thought to himself, looks like the North Zen was taking in normal disciples, that meant, he wouldn't need to use a pitiful degree of recuperation to leave home?

"Master, disciple Zhao Mingzhe, has been here all the way from Chi Xiezhou, wanting to become a common disciple in the sect, seeking to..."

Before he finished speaking, Qian Changfeng snorted coldly, and interrupted Zhao Mingzhe once again:

"I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen such a shameless person like you. My North Zen does not accept disciples. Furthermore, you have a demonic nature in your heart, and you are only a Pulse Cultivator, so you are half a cripple. Why would you be able to join my North Zen? "

Zhao Mingzhe's heart was slightly angered, as he coldly opened his mouth and said:

"From what you're saying, the North Zen only accepts cultivators and disciples on a specific day. I'm just an outsider, I don't know the rules …"

"You overestimating yourself as a commoner, with your talent, you want to enter the North Zen? "You want me to look …"

"In my opinion, you are a dog. Furthermore, it's a despicable thing! "

As Zhao Mingzhe's voice fell, Qian Zhangfeng was startled for a moment.

"You actually dare to scold me? Fine, since you dare to behave atrociously in front of the North Zen, then I will naturally not forgive this arrogant brat! "

The moment he said that, Qian Changfeng roared and unsheathed his sword, instantly thrusting towards Zhao Mingzhe's throat. Hearing the sound of the sword howling, Qian Changfeng's strength was at least at the Pulse Cultivating Stage.

Seeing the sword approaching with such killing intent, Zhao Mingzhe felt the gentle breeze and used the harmony of the Floating Willow Body Art and the wind to take a step back. His body twisted and he dodged the sword in an instant.

Qian Changfeng was surprised. Just as he was about to turn the sword, Zhao Mingzhe stepped back with his right foot, causing a sharp sound of friction.

At the same time, Zhao Mingzhe used the momentum of the terrain to stomp on the ground. The solid stone stairs were instantly shattered, while Zhao Mingzhe had already rushed forward at a fast speed.

With his left hand, deflected Qian Changfeng's sword wielding wrist, and heavily smashed into Qian Changfeng's chest.

Eight Extreme Fist. Leaning against a mountain. Stomping on the ground for a long distance. Shouldering the mountain!

A massive force of no less than 10,000 pounds smashed into Qian Changfeng's chest. With a muffled groan, Qian Changfeng spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying like a cannonball. Then, he crashed heavily onto the ground, causing dust to fly everywhere.

A surprised look appeared on Wu Xin's face. He had never expected that Qian Zhangfeng would actually lose in such a short amount of time. Frowning, Wu Xin opened his mouth and said:

"Amitabha, Benefactor Zhao, you injured my sect's disciple in front of the North Zen. It looks like you really do not put my North Zen in your eyes!"

Zhao Mingzhe felt the Qi in his body surging, but he was still able to suppress the evil Qi.

"Grandmaster Wu Xin, I had no intention to offend North Zen. But just now, Qian Changfeng was the first to speak unfairly, and you didn't stop him at that time. Now, you accuse me of not putting North Zen in my eyes, what kind of logic is that? "

"The hostility in your heart is too strong, your demonic nature is overbearing, and you are not fit to enter the North Zen. This humble monk kindly advised, yet you dare to injure my sect's disciple … "

"What you said was laughable. You just asked me if I had any old friends in the Zen Sect, and if I was willing to leave home. As for the rest, you just kept on telling me to leave. That being the case, I will not enter your North Zen, farewell! "

"Tsk, the demonic nature has already blinded you. If you are allowed to leave, perhaps you will even take someone's life. "Today, let's leave with the cultivation base we left behind. The Hidden Tiger Formation will be out!"

Just as he finished speaking, a dozen or so voices sounded out, and within North Zen, eighteen cultivators with long rods surrounded Zhao Mingzhe in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Mingzhe's face darkened, and coldly said:

"Like I said, I didn't mean to offend you all, but I didn't expect you all to suffer so much. You can't blame me for that. Subduing Tiger Formation? I'm afraid that it's easy to subdue a tiger, but difficult to subdue a dragon! "

With that said, the white jade ring around her neck flashed and the sword appeared in Zhao Mingzhe's hand.

At this time, the eighteen pole monks simultaneously roared, and their long rods filled the air, covering the entire sky as they struck towards Zhao Mingzhe.

Zhao Mingzhe was currently surrounded. If he wanted to dodge, there was no way to. With a cold shiver in his heart, Zhao Mingzhe stomped both his feet on the ground, as if he had rooted himself on the ground.

In the next moment, Zhao Mingzhe used his boundless terrain, along with the vitality in his body, to the extreme. The longsword in his hand was like a snowflake dancing in the air as it continuously sent out over ten sword Qis, two of them connected, forming a cross shaped sword Qis in the air.

When the sword qi collided with the staff, it produced the sound of metal clashing. It was an astonishing scene.

Clutching his chest, Qian Changfeng who was barely able to stand up, had an extremely shocked expression on his face as he subconsciously said,

"Just, just what kind of strength does he have? How can he be so strong, and actually be able to fight against the Sect's Tiger Subduing Formation!"

Wu Xin's face was slightly gloomy as he said:

"He's only a Pulse Cultivator, but he's able to comprehend the terrain. His talent is also not bad. But now that the heart demon has been formed, if he is allowed to go out and do evil, even more people will die tragically. Today, his cultivation must be abolished! "

As the sound of his voice faded, Enlightened Mind let out a long howl. The monastic robe he wore had already been pulled into his hands. Then, the cassock spun in his hands and turned into a stick. It looked just like a magic trick.

In the next moment, the cloth rod in Wu Xin's hand seemed to transform into a huge python, with an aura that was stronger than even the other eighteen wooden sticks, as it surged towards Zhao Mingzhe.

Originally, Zhao Mingzhe was fighting with the eighteen pole monks with all his might. However, when he saw that his state of mind was shocking, he could only turn around and block them with his sword.

The cloth pole and the sword clashed together. Following that, with a cracking sound, the sword in Zhao Mingzhe's hand was broken into pieces by the cloth pole.

After the cloth rod smashed the sword apart, it still had the same momentum as before, causing Zhao Mingzhe's expression to change, and he dodged to the left with all his might. At the same time, Zhao Mingzhe's sleeves fluttered, sweeping the broken pieces of the sword towards the incoming rod monk cultivators.

Although he had relied on his Floating Willow status to avoid being vital points, Zhao Mingzhe's shoulder was still hit by the giant python-like cloth rod, causing his body to instantly stagger a little.

At this time, there were a few long rods that took the chance to attack Zhao Mingzhe.

As the Essence in his body churned, Zhao Mingzhe felt that he could still barely suppress the hostility in his heart.

For over twenty days, Zhao Ming had been trying to control the inner demons. At this time, he could barely use the Hundred Bird Upheaval Spear Art.

Amidst his angry shout, the spear flowers started to fill the sky and fight against the incoming rod shadows. From the looks of it, it was both dazzling and shocking.

Following the flow of the vitality in Zhao Mingzhe's body, the lances in the air once again appeared at a rapid speed.

One, two, three, four …

When more than thirty spear images appeared, Zhao Mingzhe felt that the light blue spear seemed to have come to life. After releasing a buzzing sound, the spear's color changed from light blue to red!

And it was also at this time, that Zhao Mingzhe felt the evil Qi in his heart, surging out, it was stronger than even the last time. Zhao Mingzhe was shocked. He felt that this time, he might even fall into the Path of Demon and die crazily …