Peerless Pill God Chapter 42

The two of them stared at each other, sparks flying in all directions, the immense pressure causing the air around them to feel as though it was about to solidify.

The spectating students did not dare make a sound, for they were afraid of angering Mentor Leng Jun who was on the verge of erupting.

The shock that Qin Sheng gave Tian Teng was just too great. Furthermore, he was from a small clan, so he naturally wanted to produce one or two geniuses in a small clan in the vast Great Yan City that could fight against the Zhao Family that could cover the sky with one hand.

"Ah, my Qin, my Qin!"

"I didn't expect that your son would come knocking on your door with an unknown life and death situation. All these years, you caused my cultivation to remain in the Spirit Realm and tortured your son.

Countless ways of torturing Qin Sheng emerged in Leng Jun's heart, and the corners of his mouth raised into a mocking arc.

Qin Sheng's pupils contracted, and naturally, he returned everything to his eyes. The Corpse Worm of Yin Sha in his embrace also began to move. And there was even the ring in his hands, holding a bottle of King Corpse's Poison that he forced out of Xia Bingning's body …

"It seems like some people have set their sights on him." Qin Sheng muttered, "Let me see if you are worthy enough to be my father's opponent."

Just then, a tall figure walked into the elite cla.s.s.

Dressed in a white robe, his eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes were like stars. With a wave of his hand, he exuded a faint sense of confidence. A vigorous elemental energy was released, whether intentionally or not it was intentional.

This person was actually Zhao Ming, who had been watching the scene outside the door the entire time.

It was just that, at this moment, Zhao Ming's face was not looking good. His three brothers of the younger generation were all beaten into a b.l.o.o.d.y mess, wailing and wailing on the ground.

"This bunch of idiots, even the Zhao Family lost face because of them." Zhao Ming swept his gaze across Zhao Han and the other two, and retracted his gaze, following which his gaze landed on Mentor Leng Jun who was seated on the stage.

"Instructor Leng." Zhao Ming bowed and said.

Leng Jun naturally looked at Zhao Ming, and revealed a smile. Back then, he had taught Zhao Ming, and the two of them had some relations.h.i.+p as master and disciple.

"Zhao Ming, what are you here for?" Mentor Leng Jun asked.

"Today just happens to be the start of school in the outer courtyard. There are three disciples of the younger generation in the clan who have entered the elite cla.s.s. I am here to see the performance of the students and to encourage the younger generation." Zhao Ming explained his intention for coming here, but, his face suddenly darkened, his sharp eyes sweeping across Qin Sheng, and said: "It's just an ordinary spar, but he's actually so ruthless! and the rest are now in bed for at least a few months!"