The man called Fu Ling shook open the spear and the black and shiny spear tip was exposed. He held the spear in one hand and slowly swept over the three men, pointed directly at Zhu Qingsheng, and smiled: "Whoever you go first, I will accompany you at any time, oh, no, come together, I will save some trouble."

What a crazy tone! Zhu Qingsheng knew in his heart that arrogant people generally have the ability to look down on others. He took a deep breath and took out a white jade ruler from his arms. A shiny and cool breath suddenly spread from his palm to the meridians in his body, and it flowed quickly.

Although Fu Ling was a little arrogant, he still had eyesight. He could tell at a glance that the white ruler in his hand was not an ordinary thing. It seemed that he was still the apprentice of Luochenzi Sima Yuanji, so he should not underestimate him. He grinned and said, "You are quite conscious, so I'm not polite." The spear turned from right hand to back of the neck, and then to the left hand. The tip of the spear suddenly turned and stabbed Zhu Qingsheng.

The three men kept watching the changes. Seeing that the two people who had been surrounded by them were led away by their master and disciple, the three of them looked at each other, suddenly jumped up and broke out of the window.

Fu Ling laughed and said, "Do you think I forgot you? I underestimated me too much." He turned the gun, flew backwards from his hand, and the buttstock hit the man in front.

Although Zhu Qingsheng saw that the three of them gave up on themselves and ran away, he also understood that they tried not to cause trouble in order to complete the task. As a normal person, he shouted violently, and the white jade ruler in his hand flew, stabbing Fu Ling's weakness in his chest.

If Fu Ling did not hide or did not fight back, he would definitely be hit by Zhu Qingsheng. His spear had already flew out of his hand. He didn't know Zhu Qingsheng's strength and dared not take it head-on, so he had to follow the trend and flip it back.

"Swish!" The spear broke into the wall. The three men took advantage of Fu Ling's distracted and had already broken the window and fled early. Fu Ling flipped in the air and happened to stand on the spear that broke into the wall. He turned around and saw the three men running away. He couldn't catch up with him. He felt very hatred and said with a grim smile: "Boy, you are looking for death, and I won't stop you, I will take my move."

He turned over and pulled up his spear, held it with his hands together, and shook it into layers of light and shadow, piercing Zhu Qingsheng.

The spear had a great advantage in distance. Zhu Qingsheng did not dare to take it head-on, so he took a few steps back and happened to hit the bench on the table, with his legs and feet around him, kicking the bench towards Fu Ling.

With the sound of "Kerala", the bench immediately became shattered under the rapid shaking of the spear.

Zhu Qingsheng frowned, and the white jade ruler in his hand shone with light. It was impossible to break from the front, so what about the side?

Before he could think about it, the spear had already broken his face, and the cold sharpness pricked his skin like a needle. Zhu Qingsheng hurriedly slid out to the left, and kept kicking the tables, chairs and benches along the road towards Fu Ling.

I saw the light and shadows shaking, debris flying, and the sound of the wooden board breaking constantly came. Fu Ling laughed and said, "Boy, your move is useless. This is the end of you meddling for nosy business. Let's die!"

As soon as the last word landed, the spear suddenly turned into dozens of light and shadow. The cold edge was like a light wall, piercing from all directions. Zhu Qingsheng was shocked. Seeing that there was no way to hide, the white jade ruler was shining brightly, and circles of white light emitted from the center of the ruler, and instead of retreating, piercing away like willow leaves under the light and shadow on the pavement.

"Ding!" The light and shadow on his face disappeared immediately, and the cold edge also disappeared. Fu Ling looked at the spear in disbelief and looked forward along the barrel. The tip of the spear was pressing against the top of the white jade ruler and could no longer move forward.

One of the two is pointed, one is thin, the other is as sharp as a nail head, and the other is as thin as a blade. They are so tightly opposed to each other and condense in mid-air.

It turned out that Zhu Qingsheng saw dozens of phantom spear coming quickly, and the cold wind stinged his skin. In an instant, he really couldn't tell which shot was real. Seeing that the attack was fierce, if he couldn't tell, he would definitely be seriously injured if he didn't die, but how should he tell?

The eyes were covered with light and shadow. Zhu Qingsheng suddenly thought of something. With his current strength, he would definitely not be able to recognize it with his eyes. So how can the light emitted by the white jade ruler be used to fight poison with poison?

The Fuling offensive is coming soon, and Zhu Qingsheng didn't have time to think about whether this method works or not. He could only take a risk and immediately condensed his true power and spread it to the white jade ruler, emitting waves of light to try it.

Flashes of waves of light emitted, like water waves rippling on the lake surface, overlapping and fusing with the dozens of phantom spears in front of them. Zhu Qingsheng focused his mind and distinguished that among these dozens of phantom spears, one of them broke through the layers of light and stabbed him quickly, while the rest were like waves swaying, and in a blink of an eye, they returned to their original state.

Seeing that he could no longer drag, Zhu Qingsheng immediately waved the white jade ruler and shot the shot. At the same time, in order to prevent Fu Ling's spear from sliding away, he attached Zhenli to the top of the white jade ruler and tightly stuck to his spear, so as not to take the opportunity to change his tricks.

Unexpectedly, this really took effect. Zhu Qingsheng saw that the two weapons happened to block Fu Ling's fatal move. His heart was pounding with tension. He was both scared and glad, and a thin layer of cold sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

Fu Ling didn't expect that this kid would block his own move to become famous. He was both ashamed and angry and surprised. He waved his spear and stabbed Zhu Qingsheng under the ribs.

Unexpectedly, his spear had just changed direction, and the white jade ruler in Zhu Qingsheng's hand followed closely and pressed against the tip of the spear.

Fu Ling shouted a short shout and waved the spear again to stab Zhu Qingsheng's neck. He felt a slight stickiness on the tip of the spear. Zhu Qingsheng's white jade ruler was tightly against each other, but it still did not separate.

Fu Ling's face turned red. I wonder what method this kid used to make the white ruler stick to his spear, so he had to suddenly increase his strength to pull back the spear. Fortunately, the kid did not follow him this time and easily pulled back the spear.

Zhu Qingsheng secretly said that it was very dangerous. This move was learned from his master before. The master often said that instead of blocking the enemy's moves, it is better to intercept from the source, and from their power point. This method is useless to compare with his opponents who are much stronger than him. After all, he is much stronger than he can win with one move, and he doesn't even have the chance to block it. It is useful to compare with his opponents who are a little stronger than him.

Fu Ling said angrily: "Good boy, he actually blocked my 'Rain Gun Flower'. I'll try this trick again, Feng..."

Before he finished speaking, a biting strong wind came quickly from outside the lobby. As a result, a thin layer of frost was raised on the walls, tables and chairs, and all the tea poured before turned into ice.

Zhu Qingsheng was surprised at the strength of Fu Ling's move. Suddenly, a loud "rattle" sound was heard, and a white figure carried the icy wind through the hall. A quick and anxious voice came from it: "Go away!" Then he grabbed Fu Ling's arm, broke through the wall and retreated far away.

Zhu Qingsheng heard it from that voice. It was the voice of the scholar. Has he been defeated by his master?

Looking back, the master stood at the door with his hands in his arms, his expression was peaceful, his clothes were a little messy, and his right hand was surrounded by red light, surging along the ground, melting all the ice water and frost along the way, and then turned into a ball of steam and dissipated in the air.
Chapter completed!