My projections are all the roots of the Holy Spirit

On the playground, Xu Jun looked around casually while chatting with He Zhichao.

Originally, the two of them were not familiar with each other, but as the saying goes, no one knows each other without fighting.

Especially after he was sure that he could not compete with Xu Jun, He Zhichao lowered his attitude, and the relationship between the two quickly became harmonious.

Xu Jun is asking about the college entrance examination.

Although it was the first time for everyone to take the college entrance examination, He Zhichao was obviously more prepared than him, so Xu Jun asked without any politeness if he didn't understand.

However, at the next moment, Xu Jun suddenly raised his head and looked somewhere.

There, stood a tall man in black.

He was wearing a school uniform and was a student of No. 1 Middle School, but the color of the clothes was darker and seemed a little different.

Jian Xin Tongming told Xu Jun that this person's eyes had always been on him. And with a hint of malice.

And Xu Jun was certain that he did not recognize this person.

Suddenly, the man seemed to be sure of something, and then strode towards here.

Noticing Xu Jun's eyes, He Zhichao looked in this direction, then his expression suddenly changed, and he whispered: The black school uniform, that's the Qi Refiner of No. 1 Middle School.

While speaking, this person had already arrived in the pavilion, and he said in a deep voice: Are you Xu Jun?

He Zhichao and Liu Xuanyue both stood up, with wary expressions on their faces.

This person made it clear that he came with bad intentions.

Yes, it's me.

My name is Yang Qiming, from the training class of No. 1 Middle School. There was a hint of arrogance and disdain in his eyes.

Practitioners are immortals who are born with the ability to practice.

In essence, they are no longer the same race as mortals.

Except for perverts like Jin Languang, other people will not be taken seriously by them even if they are innate.

Xu Jun looked at his face and felt vaguely familiar.

Finally, he remembered that the young man he knocked unconscious in the martial arts training room last night had the same look and contempt as Yang Qiming.

Smiling slightly, Xu Jun said: I don't know him.

Yang Qiming's eyelids were twitching, and anger was building up in his heart.

Xu Jun asked again: What do you want from me?

Yang Qiming's face darkened and he said, My brother, was it you who carried out the sneak attack?

Xu Jun understood somewhat, but pretended not to know and said, I don't have time.

What? Yang Qiming was confused as to what answer this was.

He Zhichao couldn't help laughing and said: Brother Xu is saying that he doesn't have time to sneak attack people. After a pause, he added: No matter who your brother is, Brother Xu can use his sword in a fair and just way. If it’s already broken, why do we need to sneak attack?”

Liu Xuanyue chuckled softly, she was charming and cute, her two different temperaments seemed to blend into one, and Xu Jun couldn't help but take a second look.

Yang Qiming's face was gloomy and he said: Hmph, if you didn't attack by surprise, how could you have hurt my brother.

Xu Jun said lazily: The invitational tournament is about to begin. Do you plan to participate or sabotage it?

What's up?

Not far away, Liang Hongwei finally noticed the conflict here, and he hurried over.

Although Yang Qiming saw it, he didn't care.

I came to seek revenge from Xu Jun and it has nothing to do with anyone else.

Revenge? Liang Hongwei said angrily: At this juncture, you come to take revenge? What are your intentions? You are a Qi Refiner in No. 1 Middle School, right?

He suddenly turned around and shouted: Principal Zhang, please take your family member away. He is seriously hindering our students' rest.

Yang Qiming's face turned slightly dark, and he cursed in his heart, this guy doesn't follow martial ethics.

Soon, Zhang Chunru flew over. He glanced at Yang Qiming and said, Qiming, what are you doing here?

Yang Qiming pointed at Xu Jun and said: Principal, this guy attacked my brother last night and knocked him unconscious. I can't swallow this breath. I request a duel with him.

Zhang Chunru looked extremely ugly and said: The invitational competition is about to start now. If you have something to do, how about we talk about it after the competition?

Yang Qiming said without hesitation: My brother's injury cannot be in vain, I must avenge him.

At this time, the teachers from the other middle schools all looked over.

Zhang Chunru's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. It was a nightmare to be contradicted by his own students in front of so many teachers and students from other schools.

Yang Qiming, what do you want to do? Zhang Chunru's voice was already a little angry.

If it were an ordinary student, seeing the principal so angry, he would have been so frightened that he would have stopped playing.

But Qi Refiners are different. Although they are students, they are also cultivators of immortality.

No matter how strong Zhang Chunru is, he is just a mortal, and he is old, his energy and blood are declining, and he has no chance of immortality in this life, so he will not respect him even more.

Yang Qiming looked at Xu Jun and said word for word: I want to have a fair fight with him to avenge my brother.

Fair? A teacher from No. 4 Middle School couldn't stand it anymore and sneered: You are a Qi practitioner, he is just innate, and you are fighting. Do you think it is fair?

Liang Hongwei rolled his eyes and said: Haha, you want to be fair, okay, then don't use magic, don't use magic tools, talismans and other foreign objects, and then fight Xu Jun, I will admit it is fair.

Yang Qiming's face became darker and darker.

If you don't use magic tools and talismans, it means that all the methods of cultivating immortals cannot be used, and that's a waste of time.

He deliberately wanted to take out the talisman and catch all these people by surprise.

However, thinking about the immortal alliance he signed at the beginning of his practice, he did not dare to act rashly.

The Immortal Alliance has unparalleled huge combat power.

Immortal cultivators are the cornerstone of the Immortal Alliance.

No immortal cultivator should be insulted, even a student Qi practitioner.

But this does not mean that immortal cultivators can do whatever they want.

The restrictions and regulations of the Immortal Alliance are far beyond what Yang Qiming's small body can bear.

Of course, if the real Jin Dan was present, or even a master of foundation building, Liang Hongwei and others would not dare to say anything.

However, if a Qi Refiner who is still a student breaks the rules, then the innate-level mortal bosses like them will be intolerable.

Xu Jun listened silently and suddenly said: Yang Qiming, you are a Qi practitioner. How many levels of Qi training are you at now?

Yang Qiming snorted coldly and said: Third level of Qi training, why, you have the guts to sneak attack on my brother, but don't you have the guts to fight with me?

Third level of Qi training?

Xu Jun's eyes lit up.

He clearly remembered that Qingfeng once said that after the seventy ring of the sword, all the methods in the early stage of Qi training can be split with one sword, and even in the middle stage of Qi training, one can fight.

Thinking about the scene where little Xu Jun was able to cope with Qingfeng's various Xianjia methods with ease, his heart became more and more itchy.

A rookie at the third level of Qi training is truly a perfect opponent.

He took a deep breath and said loudly: Okay, Yang Qiming, I'll fight you!