One person: Brother Wang Ye, I leveled up by rebelling!

Chapter 11 Stay Away

Tianjin, Tianxiahui Building.

Zhong Xiao stood at the foot of the towering building. He didn't expect that he had to go to the Feng family to register.

Because the registration deadline had already passed, Lu Linglong asked her grandfather Lu Jin to get a spot for Zhong Xiao.

It's normal for martial arts fans to be obsessed with various competitions, right?
At least that’s what Lu Jin thought.

He also said that Zhong Xiao would help if he had any problems, so he immediately called Feng Zhenghao, the boss of the Tianxiahui.

Feng Zhenghao was planning to become the tenth boss, and he was extremely happy to give face to the famous Lu family.

They even wanted to invite Zhong Xiao to the Tianxiahui headquarters for a chat.

This is why Zhong Xiao is now standing outside the Tianxiahui building.

"Go in and tell me my name, and you should be able to see Feng Zhenghao." Zhong Xiao walked into the Tianxiahui building. As soon as he entered, he saw a sea of ​​people.

All kinds of strange-looking creatures were making so much noise in the hall on the first floor, drums and gongs, that they were about to rip the roof off.

"Aren't you recruiting people in the Tianxia Society? Where is Feng Zhenghao? Are you not letting me see him now?!"

"Yes! Where is Feng Zhenghao? Where is the talent recruitment team you promised to recruit?"

"Let's meet Feng Zhenghao!"

"..."

Zhong Xiao was stunned, looking at this group of strange people looking for jobs, which looked like migrant workers collectively demanding their wages.

That’s right, the Feng family is still in the stage of accumulating strength, so it is normal to recruit some idle people.

But, how can we go straight to someone’s hometown to make trouble?

This is not normal.

Amid the waves of booing, a bald man emerged from the crowd.

"My fellow brothers, the most capable ones take the top spot! Today, I, Tie Maliu, will not be polite!"

The bald man in a cloth shirt and with a golden body shouted loudly, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Wow, this Golden Bell Cover is really well-trained!"

Looking at the shiny iron horse, the originally noisy crowd quieted down.

"Brothers, if you have no objection, I will meet Mr. Feng first!"

Tie Maliu pounded his iron chest, the corners of his mouth twisted up to the sky, and he took off his golden bell cover.

But at this moment, an iron cone with Qi attached to it shot out with a sound of breaking through the air!

Tie Ma Liu quickly stretched out his arms and covered his face with the Golden Bell Cover, but the iron spike suddenly turned in the air and shot straight towards Tie Ma Liu's belly, which he had not yet covered with the Golden Bell Cover!

"Oh my god! Object control technique! That's cruel!"

Tie Maliu gritted his teeth and cursed, then suddenly jumped up before the iron spike came, fell heavily in mid-air, and stepped on the iron spike with his feet.

"Which bastard attacked me!" Tie Maliu cursed. Just as he raised his head, he saw two iron spikes shooting at him. Tie Maliu quickly turned over and retreated, but the two iron spikes kept chasing him.

The third iron spike that he had just stepped on moved again, and came behind Tie Maliu to intercept him.

"Damn it! Golden Bell Cover!"

Tie Maliu steadied his body, took a horse stance, and spread out his golden bell cover again, deflecting the three flying knives.

"Who is that grandson?" Tie Maliu shouted angrily.

"Brother Tie, are my three dragon-pecking spikes enough for you to play with?"

A red-haired man walked out of the crowd and looked at Tie Maliu sarcastically.

"Red hair, and three dragon-pecking spikes, could it be the object control technique of the Western Jia family?"

"I know this person, Jia Zhengyu! He can handle three dragon-pecking awls at the same time, and he's very famous recently!"

"He's so young and can control objects, and he can even use three at the same time. It's terrifying..." Listening to the compliments from the crowd, Jia Zhengyu grinned, enjoying the feeling.

"Jia Zhengyu?"

Tie Maliu was stunned for a moment, but his eyes quickly became stern and he said:

"Jia Zhengyu, even if you are a master of controlling objects and can use three iron spikes at the same time, you can't break my thousand-jin golden bell!"

Tie Maliu raised his arms and rushed towards Jia Zhengyu, and all the iron spikes trying to stop him were bounced away.

"You can't break my defense!"

Tie Maliu threw a punch, but Jia Zhengyu simply dodged lightly, with his palm wrapped in Qi like a stream of water.

"Brother Tie, my Western Jia family has more than just the art of controlling objects!"

Jia Zhengyu hit Tie Maliu's side with his palm, and the Qi like a stream of water actually squeezed into Tie Maliu's skin. Tie Maliu instantly felt a chaos in his body, and his internal organs seemed to be cramping. His body softened, and he fell to his knees. His golden body was broken, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Admit it, Brother Tie, get out of here, you piece of trash!"

Looking at Tie Maliu kneeling on the ground, Jia Zhengyu raised his foot and stepped on his head, then kicked Tie Maliu away like a football.

Three iron spikes danced wildly in the hall. Jia Zhengyu spread out his hands, looked around at everyone, and said with a disdainful smile:

"Everyone, are you convinced? If you have any objections, you'll be asking for it if I step on your head!"

Everyone was silent, avoiding looking at Jia Zhengyu.

Behind the crowd, Zhong Xiao yawned, and a man walked over to him and said to him:

"That guy is so arrogant, don't you plan to teach him a lesson?"

The first thing Zhong Xiao saw was a pair of long white legs, then he looked up and saw long, smooth golden hair and a handsome face with a malicious smile.

Oh, little boy girl?
Zhong Xiao raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. He had seen Wang Zhenqiu also participating in the competition before, but he didn't expect to meet him so soon.

Seeing that Zhong Xiao was silent, Wang Zhenqiu stretched out his fair hand and said, "My name is Wang Zhenqiu, and I'm here to look for a job with Feng Zhenghao as well."

Don't hit a smiling person. Zhong Xiao shook hands with Wang Zhenqiu and said politely, "Wudang, Zhong Xiao."

"Oh? A Wudang disciple? No wonder you are so strong..." Wang Zhenqiu looked at Zhong Xiao with interest and could feel the vigorous Qi in his body.

"Do Wudang disciples also come to the Feng family to apply for jobs?" Wang Zhenqiu was curious.

"No, I just want to make some extra money."

Zhong Xiao scratched his head, took a step forward and walked forward.

Wang Zhenqiu was instantly excited. The fight between Wudang disciples and the Western Jia family was quite interesting!
However, to Wang Zhenqiu's surprise, Zhong Xiao actually walked right past Jia Zhengyu, who was pretending to be powerful, and came to the counter. He looked at the frightened Tianxiahui staff and said:
"My name is Zhong Xiao. I have made an appointment with Guild Master He Feng. Can I go up?"

"Ah?" The Tianxiahui staff was stunned. "Hey, let me check the records. Please wait a moment..."

"Check your uncle!"

Jia Zhengyu cursed loudly and flew forward to kick, but Zhong Xiao did not even turn his head. He just stretched out his hand and caught Jia Zhengyu's leg and squeezed it hard.

"Hold the grass!"

Jia Zhengyu screamed and felt his leg bones were about to be crushed. He quickly pulled his legs back and manipulated the three iron spikes.

"Damn it, die for me!"

Three dragon-pecking spikes flew towards him. Zhong Xiao sighed, slowly turned around, stretched out his hand, and wrapped the three iron spikes with the power of Tai Chi.

The iron spike was wrapped up by the power of Tai Chi, and Jia Zhengyu felt that he had lost control of the Dragon-Pecking Spike.

Zhong Xiao, who was not far away, stretched out his hand, grasped the three iron spikes, and exerted force with his fingers, shaking the three dragon-pecking spikes into pieces.

"How is this possible!" Jia Zhengyu collapsed and shouted.

Zhong Xiao just clapped his hands, glanced at him, and said calmly:
"There's no mud here, stay away little brat, understand?"

(End of this chapter)