Chapter 329

Cheng Zhi stared gloomily at Xing Meng against the four subordinates.

"Damn it! This guy is still recovering!"

Cheng Zhi was secretly annoyed that Xing Meng was a genius martial artist back then, and could be called someone else's child.

Cheng Zhi's grandfather used Xing Meng as an example to educate him.

So Cheng Zhi didn't like Xing Meng since he was a child, especially Cheng Zhi has always relied on his grandfather Cheng Kaishan's identity as an elder of the Wumeng League, arrogant and domineering, without any scruples.

However, because of the contradiction, Xing Meng completely ignored Cheng Kaishan and gave Cheng Zhi face several times.

Cheng Zhi held a grudge and always wanted to take revenge on Xing Meng. When Xing Meng went abroad, Cheng Zhi finally found an opportunity.

Cheng Zhi begged Cheng Kaishan to let him come forward and secretly contact several vampires in foreign countries, and besieged Xing Meng, causing him to suffer heavy damage, his foundation was damaged, and he would no longer be able to do martial arts.

However, no evidence was left in this incident. Cheng Zhi originally thought that Xing Meng could only swallow his anger, but who would have thought that Xing Meng's uncle would come to the door and pick Cheng Kaishan's tendon with a sword.

Xing Meng's uncle Li Wuzhen is a martial artist of the seventh rank who sees the realm of the gods, and he is unparalleled in swordsmanship!

Cheng Kaishan's hand tendon was picked, and he was very angry, but he didn't dare to trouble Li Wu, so he had to take Cheng Zhi to vent his anger.

Cheng Zhi suffered a lot for this, but he was also promoted to the fifth-grade Marrow Washing Realm, and Cheng Kaishan let Cheng Zhi go.

So at this moment, when Cheng Zhi saw Xing Meng's recovery, he could imagine the anger in his heart!

Zheng!

Cheng Zhi was optimistic about the opportunity, and when he moved, the knife in his palm broke through the air and slashed towards Xing Meng's chest.

"not good!"

Xing Meng, who was fighting, was startled and hurriedly backed away.

Tear!

The sound of a blade tearing the cotton cloth sounded.

Looking at the long and narrow wound on his chest, a layer of cold sweat appeared on Xing Meng's back.

"Despicable! Cheng Zhi, you are still as shameless as before!"

Xing Meng covered the wound on his chest and looked at Cheng Zhi angrily.

"Master, you are injured!" Yan Fengwu hurriedly supported Xing Meng, turned to look at Cheng Zhi, and shouted angrily, "What kind of martial artist is a sneak attack!"

Cheng Zhi was unmoved, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Sneak attack? Soldiers never tire of cheating, little girl!"

Yan Fengwu glared at Cheng Zhi fiercely, and looked at Xing Meng worriedly, "Master, are you alright!"

Xing Meng's face was pale, the qi of a fifth-grade Marrow Washing Realm martial artist is not easy to pick up!

Although the wound is not bleeding now, Xing Meng can still feel a sharp knife-like aura entrenched in the wound.

"It's okay, just rest for a while!"

In order not to worry Yan Fengwu, Xing Meng whispered.

"Hehe! Xing Meng, don't be brave! Take me a blow, you have to cultivate for at least a year!"

Cheng Zhi folded his arms and looked at Xing Meng with a sneer.

"You..." Xing Meng's face flushed, and he pointed at Cheng Zhi angrily, "Cough cough! Despicable and shameless!"

Cheng Zhi looked at the injured Xing Meng and said sarcastically, "So what is despicable? What is shameless? When you walk in front of others, no one will care about the tactics behind your back!"

"The pass of the despicable when the despicable, shameless is the motto of the shameless, you are not worthy of being a warrior!"

When Cheng Zhi was complacent, a cold voice sounded.

"Who!" Cheng Zhi suddenly turned around and looked at the person coming with a gloomy face.

Yan Fengwu looked at the entrance of the stadium, her eyes lit up instantly, "Ye Yu, you are here!"

Cheng Zhi stared at Ye Yu gloomily, and said coldly, "Boy! What do you mean? Are you provoking me?"

Ye Yu ignored Cheng Zhi and walked over to Xing Meng, "Mr. Xing, how do you feel?"

Xing Meng shook his head and sneered, "With the same strength as that bitch, he's almost as strong!"

Ye Yu stretched out his hand and brushed over Xing Meng's wound, and with a spit, the faint thunder sword qi shot out, which just offset the qi of the sword gang left by Cheng Zhi at the wound.

Turning to look at Cheng Zhi, Ye Yu said in a cold voice, "Indeed, he's still a little bit weaker!"