1428: C1428 Unsimple Zhang Ming

C1428 Unsimple Zhang Ming

When Jiang Ting's cold voice sounded for the second time, muffled sounds and the sound of blood spitting came from the martial ring at the same time.

Many Zhang Family disciples who were watching from the side of the martial arena were stunned and followed the sound of the voice. Coincidentally, they saw the previously arrogant Zhang Siyuan falling onto the ground, the corners of his mouth continuously suffused with dark red blood stains.

Shouldn't Jiang Ting be the one getting hurt?

How did Zhang Siyuan get injured?

They turned around and looked at Jiang Ting, and they saw him standing there quietly. Above his head was a sword, a, and somewhat translucent sword. They could feel a very strong power of the soul on the sword.

What was going on?

However, the Zhang Family disciples here were not ordinary people. After going through their initial astonishment, they quickly reacted, and the gaze they used to look at Jiang Ting became more and more astonished, astonished and grave.

They had already discovered that if there were no surprises, then Jiang Ting would explode with the power of his soul and form a sword when Zhang Si Yuan's fist landed. Then, he would use that huge sword to counterattack.

As a result, Zhang Siyuan's shadow punches were broken one by one. Jiang Ting was unscathed and continued to smash his punches. Using the power of the soul as a sword, Zhang Siyuan was caught in the backlash of breaking his fist punches.

How powerful could he be without even using his divine strength? If that was the case, with the help of God Power … Thinking to this point, the way the Zhang Family disciples looked at Jiang Ting all changed.

Not only was he a divine pill master, he was also an expert whose strength belittled those of the same level?

While everyone was still lost in their thoughts, Jiang Ting did not stay idle. Instead, he gently waved his hand and under his control, the giant sword materialized from the power of his soul slashed towards Zhang Siyuan who was lying on the ground.

It wasn't Jiang Ting's style to be beaten up and not fight back.

"Save me …" Cough cough … "Zhang Ming, save me!" Zhang Siyuan, who was lying on the ground, was shocked.

Although he hadn't completely lost his battle power yet, there wasn't much left. Moreover, he could feel that if the huge sword locked onto him, he would not be able to dodge it even if he wanted to. Instead, it would waste a lot of time.

As such, he did not hesitate to call for help.

"Idiot!" Zhang Ming finally shouted in a low voice, and then... Following which, a ghost head knife suddenly appeared in his hand. With a flash, it appeared in front of Zhang Siyuan.

"Ding." Along with the crisp sound of clanging metals, Jiang Ting's sword clashed with Zhang Ming's ghost blade and sparks exploded as the shockwaves spread rapidly in all directions.

The surrounding Zhang Family Disciples instantly discovered that the aftermath of the attack was enough to cause a level one god to be unable to withstand it. This … Is this Jiang Ting's true strength?

On the other hand, Jiang Ting revealed a bit of pity.

Previously, his sword attack had been aimed at killing Zhang Siyuan. Unfortunately, Zhang Ming had made his move … Judging from the speed at which Zhang Ming suddenly attacked, his strength should not be underestimated.

Jiang Ting could sense that if he wanted to deal with Zhang Ming, it would probably not be an easy task. Although Zhang Ming was only a third god, he was, after all, the most outstanding genius of Zhang Family younger generation, and his strength was probably not as simple as a third god.

Although he knew that he lost the chance, Jiang Ting did not show it on his face. Instead, he said softly with a cold tone: "Brother Zhang, you want to stop me?"

"Brother Jiang, please calm your anger. After all, we are still Zhang Family's people, and he is also a disciple of mine. There is no need for us to engage in a life-and-death struggle."

After pausing for a while, Zhang Ming cupped his fists again, "However, Zhang Siyuan is the first one to make things difficult for Brother Jiang today. I have seen it with my own eyes, if his current serious injury is not enough to relieve Brother Jiang's anger, why not let me make the decision and let him go to the mines to mine for a hundred years?"

"Spring Grass, bring me back to the garden." Jiang Ting did not agree, nor did he refuse. Instead, he chose to leave the training field. However, he knew that Zhang Siyuan would definitely not die.

He was, after all, a Second God, and would definitely not be a nameless person among the young disciples of the Zhang Family.

Putting aside his strength, Zhang Ming was not a bad person either. Previously, when he was surrounded by the fist shadows, he saw that Zhang Ming was about to help him, which was why he chose not to say anything and chose to leave.

Looking at the departing backs of Spring Grass and Jiang Ting, Zhang Ming suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. He was worried that Jiang Ting would choose to continue pestering him, which would be difficult then.

After Jiang Ting's back completely disappeared from the training field, Zhang Siyuan immediately clenched his teeth and stood up, "Zhang Ming, you and I... Cough cough … Both you and I have the bloodline of Zhang Family, and you actually favored Jiang Ting, the outsider who just entered my Zhang Family! "

"Who can I blame for my own trash?" Zhang Ming did not look too good either.0

Zhang Siyuan was infuriated. "What did you say!?"

"I say, who can you blame yourself for being trash?"

After saying that, Zhang Ming's intention became even colder: "I warned you three days ago, although Zhang Bo was sent to the mining lode, it was only for three years. I told you not to find trouble with Jiang Ting, but not only did you not listen, you even started fighting in this training field."

"You!" Zhang Siyuan was shocked and angry.

On the contrary, he revealed a look of disdain: "It's fine if you win, but no matter what the result is, at least you've vented your anger for Zhang Bo, but in the end you've lost. Losing to Jiang Ting, the First God's hand, if you're not a waste, then who is!"

"I need to see the Patriarch!" Zhang Siyuan was thoroughly infuriated. However, he was confident that Zhang Ming would not kill him. In other words, Zhang Ming did not dare to kill him.

No one would be willing to bear the guilt of being in the same race destroying each other!

"You can't see the Patriarch right now!"

With a cold snort, Zhang Ming suddenly slapped his hand towards Zhang Siyuan, "I have already sealed your divine power, ten years later I will go to the mines to see you. If you understand, I will lift the seal. Zhang Hua, Zhang Loong, bring him to a blackstone mine thousands of miles away. "

"Alright." Following the voice of the host, a second and a first grade both leapt to Zhang Ming's side. All of them were youths.

The second god was Zhang Hua, and the first god was Zhang Loong.

"You dare …" I want to see the Patriarch! I am a core disciple of the Zhang Family, you have no right to stop me from seeing the Patriarch! " A hint of fear appeared in Zhang Siyuan's eyes... If he were to be sent to the Blackstone Mine, he probably wouldn't be able to come back until Zhang Ming was satisfied.

Zhang Loong suddenly hesitated: "Brother Zhang Ming …"

"Bring him to the Blackstone Mine. As for the Patriarch, I will naturally explain everything." Zhang Ming did not loosen his mouth.

Zhang Loong and Zhang Hua's expressions immediately changed. Zhang Hua then grabbed Zhang Siyuan's wrist and left the training field.

Under Zhang Ming's order, this matter came to an end.

However, Zhang Ming was not in a hurry to leave. He first looked in the direction Jiang Ting left and then slowly extended his right hand.

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