The Otherworldly God

Chapter 402

Le Zheng Shuiling was sweating profusely, and even Le Zhengzhi was supporting his old waist and waving his hands to rest, but she still seemed full of energy.

"Please don't, Master. You owe us this all the time. This is a rare opportunity, so shouldn't you make it up to us right away?"

"Owe? To be honest, I don't owe you anything. If it weren't for me, you would have disappeared long ago. How could you still have several masters accompanying you in your training like you are now? Besides, your strength has long surpassed mine, and you know more spells than me. Now I am just a sparring partner who gets beaten."

"You are being biased. Last time I was not at home, you were chasing Qi Mingjiao. How come I was the only one being beaten up when it came to me?"

"Qi Ming and you are going in different directions. Isn't it normal to make up for what you lack? I really can't teach you anymore."

"Can't you get up?"

Le Zheng Shuiling pointed Qianji at him, Le Zhengzhi turned around and waved his hands to refuse. Le Zheng Shuiling made a direct move, but was blocked by Le Zheng Hongjun.

"Hongjun? What are you doing... provoking her for?"

"Big Brother, are you going to give it a try?"

"Is Junior Sister Shui Ling willing?"

"It's nothing to me, but I'm afraid the person behind you will not be able to stand it and lose face."

Le Zhengqin was not angry. Instead, he looked at her lovingly, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Shui Ling! No matter what, Senior Brother Qin is your elder, so don't be rude to him."

Le Zhengfang gave a lecture, and Le Zheng Shuiling immediately pouted and said, "I know, aunt. Shuiling has met the head of the family."

"No need to be so polite. I'll have to trouble Junior Brother Shui Ling to give me some pointers."

Upon hearing this, Le Zheng Shui Ling raised a sly smile, and the machine in her hand spun lightly, sparkling with color. It was obvious that she was looking forward to the upcoming competition.

"Since the Patriarch is interested, Shui Ling will go all out. However, we must agree to stop at a certain point to avoid damaging the relationship."

Le Zhengqin smiled and replied, "Of course, it's just a competition. Going all out is not risking your life, so there's no need to take it too seriously."

A gentle but not to be ignored spiritual power gathered in Le Zheng Hongjun's palm, and it was obvious that he was eager to try.

Le Zheng Qin slowly raised his hand, and Le Zheng Shuiling immediately made preparations. Seeing this, everyone stepped aside to leave enough space.

Although Le Zhengzhi said that he would not participate, he could not help but watch with interest, shaking his head from time to time and making a few comments.

"Shui Ling, you know that Junior Brother Hongjun is not only gifted, but also as hardworking and studious as anyone. Moreover, you are too blunt and overbearing in using Qianji, but Junior Brother Hongjun is different. He emphasizes using softness to overcome hardness, and has infinite variations."

Le Zheng Hongjun held the sword across his body to block Le Zheng Shuiling's kick, but was still kicked several steps back by her force.

Then she used Qianji to talk to Le Zhengzhi, "Since Master is tired, drink a few more sips of tea. When you have rested enough, you will have the chance to take the stage."

She cast a spell and threw the teapot and teacup into his hands. Le Zhengzhi immediately smiled and nodded repeatedly, saying, "No hurry, no hurry."

"It's one thing to watch, and I always thought I could compete with her, but I didn't expect that when she actually started fighting, she could handle it so easily."

Le Zheng Hongjun couldn't help but tighten his grip on the hilt of his sword.

Le Zheng Shuiling moved her body like a nimble water wave, instantly approaching the distracted Le Zheng Hongjun. The Qianji sword flashed, aiming directly at the opponent's vital point, but cleverly deflected at the critical moment, leaving only a gorgeous afterimage.

Upon seeing this, Le Zheng Hongjun remained calm, tapped his feet lightly, and his figure floated like a cloud, just enough to avoid Le Zheng Shuiling's attack.

Seeing that she was distracted in reminding Le Zhengzhi, Le Zheng Hongjun became careless and distracted, knowing very well that this was something he shouldn't have done. If Le Zheng Shuiling hadn't intentionally given in, Le Zheng Hongjun would have been defeated.

Since Le Zheng Shuiling still wants to continue the competition, Le Zheng Hongjun cannot let her down again.

So, while he was avoiding Le Zheng Shui Ling's attack, he formed seals with his hands, and the air around him seemed to be pulled by invisible hands, forming soft air currents, trying to restrain Le Zheng Shui Ling's movements.

"What a great move 'Flowing Cloud Chain'!"

Yue Zhengying admired from the side, inadvertently revealing his envy.

"If you want to try, I can help you. None of the three of them will be a problem."

When Le Zhengying heard this, he was already very excited, but he suppressed his emotions and replied: "Thank you, Master, Ying'er can do it by herself."

Le Zhengfang nodded and continued to watch their competition carefully.

The flowing cloud chains attacked Le Zheng Shuiling like invisible tentacles. A faint blue light flashed in Le Zheng Shuiling's eyes, and the flow of magic power was visible to the naked eye. Her body moved like a nimble dancer, avoiding the chains' tracking.

Le Zheng Shuiling was not willing to be outdone, so she would not keep dodging. She took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in her body surged. Qianji turned into a long whip, emitting a faint light. The light was like thousands of water drops gathering into a river, and then dispersing in an instant, dispersing Le Zheng Hongjun's flowing clouds.

Upon seeing this, Le Zheng Hongjun raised the sword in his hand and stabbed forward. Le Zheng Shuiling straightened the whip and pressed it against the tip of his sword. Then the contest of magic power began.

The magic power of the two was like countless sharp blades fighting around. For a moment, the field was filled with flying swords and surging air currents, causing the people around them to exclaim in amazement.

"Since you are so serious, I won't hide anything. How I face the enemy in the future will depend on your own understanding."

Le Zheng Hongjun didn't understand what she meant. With a crisp sound of sword, Le Zheng Shuiling put away Qianji, but Le Zheng Hongjun fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother Hongjun! Junior Sister Shuiling, you…"

Le Zheng Hongjun raised his hand to stop Le Zhengying. He recalled what had just happened. It was as if Le Zheng Shuiling had split himself and slapped him. It seemed painless, but it almost knocked his consciousness out. That feeling was very special and he had never experienced it before.

"Junior Sister Shui Ling is indeed worthy of her reputation. Hong Jun is willing to admit that she is better than me. But there is one thing that I would like to ask Junior Sister to teach me."

"you saw it?"

"really……"

"As expected of a man of extraordinary talent, Senior Brother does have some talent. Look at the people around him. Even though they are our masters and elders, no one noticed."

"Master doesn't like what you said. What do you mean you didn't see it? How many people here can withstand the magic power in your body?"

"Master, do you really think so?"

When she asked this, Le Zhengzhi felt a little guilty.

"That was..."

"soul."

"soul?"

"That's right. I used my soul to hurt your soul, so you seemed to see me hit you, but you couldn't feel it. Only then did you know that I really hurt you. From now on, if you can't do this when facing the enemy we are facing, you will only be beaten."

"Hongjun doesn't understand, what is the soul?"

“The soul is the root of our life, hidden in the body but transcending the body. It carries our will, emotions and memories, and is where our true self lies. It is our past, present and future.”

Mu Xin explained as she slowly walked over, instantly attracting everyone's attention.