The Otherworldly God

Chapter 405

"Hahaha!"

The voice suddenly rang out with laughter. Le Zheng Shui Ling stared at Le Zheng Qi Ming in front of her and turned around in surprise.

"This is...how did you..."

"How is it? Interesting, isn't it? Senior Brother also gave me a nice name, do you want to know?" Le Zheng Shuiling nodded vigorously with anticipation, and he kept her in suspense, "It's not impossible for me to tell you, but you have to promise not to take the opportunity to retaliate against me in the future."

"You are really good at negotiating. If you don't tell me, I'll ask my senior brother."

Le Zheng Qiming grabbed her arm and said, "Don't bother Senior Brother."

"Hmph, I want you to take care of it."

Le Zheng Shuiling shook her hands, and Le Zheng Qiming let out a painful "tsk". Although Le Zheng Shuiling was worried, she thought that she had been fooled by him once, and she must not be fooled this time.

"Don't try that on me. I won't be fooled again."

Le Zheng Qiming ignored the people present and undressed him. Even though his clothes were wrapped in gauze, the shocking wound was still visible.

Le Zhengzhi nervously threw away the teapot and teacup in his hands, jumped up, and rushed over to take a look.

"Who hurt him?" Without waiting for Le Zheng Qiming to answer, he looked around nervously again, "Where's my daughter-in-law? Where did she go? How about Yuhua's daughter-in-law help?"

Le Zheng Qiming knew who the daughter-in-law he was talking about, and covered his mouth with a red face.

"I'm fine, just a minor injury."

"That's just a superficial wound?"

Mu Xin looked at it and frowned and asked, "It was your senior brother who hurt him, right?"

"Le Zheng Yuhua?"

Le Zhengqiming grabbed Le Zhengzhi and replied, "Brother, you were just helping me practice, and you just didn't control your strength well."

"Your senior brother didn't fail to control his strength, but he failed to control the powerful spiritual power in his body. Although it is controllable most of the time, look at your accident. If Qinglian and Honglian were not by your side, you would have gone to see Tu Mi."

Le Zheng Qiming naturally understood this. When the Heavenly Sword fell, he really thought he was going to die at that moment. Fortunately, the barrier blocked some of the damage, as well as the Dragon Dagger thrown by Le Zhengli.

Le Zheng Qiming held his wound and said, "I remember my senior brother once said this: A blessing in disguise."

Mu Xin knew what he had realized, so she walked forward with a smile and checked his wound.

"Your injury is not serious. This is all we can do for now. Once Qinglian and Honglian have had enough rest, they should be fully healed after one more blow."

Le Zheng Qiming put on his clothes and said with a smile: "It's okay, there's no need for my sister-in-law to help, tsk... it doesn't matter if it hurts, I'm more energetic."

Mu Xin was very pleased that he understood her difficulties.

Le Zhengying couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he stepped forward and asked, "What high-level magic are you brothers secretly practicing?"

"Yinger!"

Le Zhengfang shouted angrily, and Le Zhengying could only retreat with his fists clenched.

"Why is Auntie so strict? Besides, the eldest senior brother has already competed, so we can't be partial to one over the other. Is Senior Sister Ying'er missing? Watch out!"

Unexpectedly, she started teasing him again, and Le Zheng Hongjun was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Le Zheng Shuiling swung a whip at him, but Le Zhengying dodged it by bending down. Seeing Le Zheng Shuiling's next move, Le Zhengying raised his foot to kick the whip upwards, then turned over and created some distance.

She deliberately glanced at Le Zhengfang, who of course knew she wanted to compete, not to mention that Le Zhengzhi looked like a smug villain, which was unpleasant. She gave her a direct look to signal her to fight back, and Le Zhengying got the permission and threw out a white silk with full energy.

“Hmph, it seems that you won’t give up until I show you how powerful I am today.” Le Zheng Shuiling curled up his lips into an unyielding smile and swung the long whip in his hand again, like a spirit snake emerging from a cave, rushing straight towards Le Zhengying with a whistling sound.

"I won't lose to you when it comes to playing long games."

Le Zhengying was not to be outdone. The white silk seemed to have life in her hands, sometimes soft as silk, entwining and dodging; sometimes hard as steel, attacking head-on. The two of them crossed each other so fast that only afterimages could be seen. The air around them seemed to be trembling with their fierce fight.

Le Zhengfang glanced at Mu Xin, then moved over quietly.

"Shui Ling's whip skills have improved a lot."

Mu Xin just glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, knowing that she had something to say to him.

"Just like Miss Ying Er said, she is better at playing with long things. This is not just about having high magic power. Skills are also very important, enough to achieve great results with little effort."

Le Zhengfang showed a smug smile. If it was just a long whip against Bai Ling, she really didn't think Le Zhengying would lose.

"You've seen the post, do you have anything to say?"

"This is Le Zheng's family affair. Who am I to interfere?"

"Oh, still not enough?"

"One is my maid, the other is my husband, and there are their children and their brothers and sisters. Aunt Fang, please don't get involved."

"You are really eloquent."

"I've been feeling a little uneasy lately. Le Zheng is going to appoint a new patriarch, and since it's Shui Ling, Patriarch Qin will never be perfunctory. It feels strange that Fengwu City agreed to this so easily. Now that the invitation has been sent, I have no choice but to do it."

Le Zhengfang's face darkened, and after much hesitation, he finally asked, "Are we... going to say goodbye?"

"maybe."

"Knowing that there is a trap ahead, do we really have to jump into it?"

"Aunt Fang, you don't know that once your fate is in the hands of others, it is easy to lose. Even if you win in the end, the price you have to pay during this period is probably unimaginable. How can it not be worth it to use me in exchange for their eternal freedom?"

"Does Yuhua...know?"

"I'm afraid I know."

Le Zhengfang turned his head and looked at her in shock. Her eyes were still fixed on the two of them, her expression calm. He couldn't help but feel distressed.

"So he's willing?"

"I don't know what he is planning privately. He didn't stop me, and there was no reason for me to stop him."

"You two are really interesting."

After that, the two men were silent for a while, staring at the two people who were fighting.

Le Zhengshuiling's figure was slightly staggering, and each step seemed to carry an unspeakable burden. Her eyes were filled with both unwillingness and confusion, as if she was in an endless fog and couldn't find a way out. Sweat slid down her furrowed brows, dripped onto the dust, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, just like her mood at the moment, exhausted and helpless.

On the other hand, Yue Zhengying was graceful, and her steps revealed an indescribable calmness and confidence. The white silk in her hand fluttered and jumped between her fingers, like a spirit endowed with life. Sometimes it was as soft as silk, caressing the air and causing waves of tiny ripples; sometimes it was as tough as iron, turning into sharp sword beams, pressing directly at Yue Zhengshuiling's vital points. Her eyes were clear and sharp, as if she could see through the mysteries of all things in the world. Every attack and defense seemed so perfect and easy.

The long whip with a cold glow seemed to have lost its former agility and majesty in Le Zheng Shuiling's hands, becoming stiff and clumsy. Every time he swung it, he seemed powerless and disorganized, like a dead leaf ravaged by a strong wind in autumn, unable to find its own direction.

Le Zheng Shuiling knew very well that she was at a disadvantage, but she did not give up. Her hands, tightly gripping the whip, were still trembling as she persisted, with an unyielding light flashing in her eyes.

"I can't lose!"

Le Zheng Shui Ling muttered to herself in her heart and clenched her hands even tighter.

Le Zhengying stopped and said calmly and forcefully: "You lose."

Le Zheng Shuiling was about to retort, but soon the strength in her hands loosened.

"I lost." Le Zhengying was about to use her previous battle as an excuse to comfort her, but Le Zheng Shuiling clenched her fist and said, "It seems that I haven't used the whip well enough. It can change in many ways and do what I want. I can't stay the same."

She was obviously very depressed when she admitted defeat, but in the blink of an eye, she calmly accepted her own shortcomings. Yue Zhengying knew that in the duel between Whip and Ling, she would lose to her sooner or later, and she couldn't help but smile slightly.