Chapter 188 I Didn’t Use Any Strength

Chapter 188 I. I didn’t use any strength.

In the Chentangguan General Military Mansion, Li Jing's family of three hugged each other tightly. Nezha's tears slowly stopped in the arms of his parents. It was a kind of warmth and security that he had never experienced before.

Yang Ling and his wife stood aside, looking at this warm scene, with a smile of relief on their faces.

Little Yang Chan stood aside curiously, her eyes wide open, and her eyes were full of confusion when she saw Nezha crying.

Nezha felt Xiao Yang Chan's gaze, quickly wiped the tears from his face, and made a face at Xiao Yang Chan, as if he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of her.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking through the air outside, and then a figure fell from the sky, it was Ao Ming.

With a joyful expression on his face, he obviously brought good news.

"Master Qi." Ao Ming looked at Yang Ling respectfully and said, "After Ao Bing took the Tianbu Duan Dan, the broken dragon tendon has been reconnected.

Now, Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, is coming to express his gratitude with generous gifts. "

Hearing the news, a trace of relief flashed in Li Jing's eyes, and a big stone hanging in his heart was finally put down.

"Brother Yang!"

Li Jing and Yin Shiniang looked at Yang Ling and bowed solemnly: "Thank you so much, Brother Yang, for your help today. Our husband and wife will never forget this kindness."

Nezha also stepped forward, bowed with a somewhat uneasy expression, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but could not say thank you.

Yang Ling waved his hand and said gently: "There is no need to say more to thank you. I also can't bear to see Nezha go astray..."

At this moment, a dragon roar came from the sky outside, and then a group of people landed from the clouds. The leader is a majestic man wearing a dragon robe, who is Ao Guang, the Dragon King of the East China Sea. Behind him were a group of dragon clan disciples, each holding generous gifts and looking respectful.

Ao Guang took a few steps forward, bowed deeply to Yang Ling, and said in a sincere tone: "To the Immortal, my son Ao Bing's injury has recovered, thanks to the Heaven-Building Intermittent Pill given by the Immortal.

This is a small gift that the little old man hastily prepared, just to express his gratitude to the Immortal for giving him the elixir. I also ask the Immortal to accept it. "

Yang Ling glanced at it and saw that they were mostly underwater treasures that were hundreds of millions of years old, such as clam beads and corals. He did not refuse, waved to Ao Ming to accept the Dragon King's thank you gift, and then said with a smile:

"I accept the gift of thanks, but I hope that the Donghai Tribe can strictly restrain themselves in the future and not go ashore to do evil. If something harms a mortal, I will not be lenient."

Ao Guang nodded quickly, with an alert look on his face: "Don't worry, Shangxian, I will discipline you strictly and never let the Donghai Tribe make such mistakes again.

In the future, if the Immortal is in need, the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea is willing to do the best for the Immortal. "

"Um."

Yang Ling nodded, satisfied with the Dragon King's knowledge, and said calmly: "You and Ao Ming are of the same race. You can keep in touch more in the future."

The Dragon King of the East China Sea was overjoyed. He had lived for who knows how many years, and even his eyelashes were empty. He could naturally hear the meaning of Yang Ling's words, and he immediately bowed down and agreed.

Then he apologized sincerely to Li Jing and his wife, saying that he had been guilty before and so on.

After a long time, the old Dragon King reluctantly took his son and grandson back to the East China Sea.

After they left, Yang Ling smiled slightly, his eyes fell on Nezha, and said calmly: "Although the matter with the Dragon Clan has come to an end, you still need to go to Shi Ji to apologize in person for shooting the boy next to Shi Ji. Ask for her forgiveness."

Hearing this, the smile on Nezha's face suddenly froze. He shook his head hesitantly and rolled his eyes, as if looking for a reason to escape.

He looked at Yang Ling, rolled his eyes, and thought of an idea.

"Uncle Yang, you are so good at preaching, so you must teach your own children very well, right? Do you dare to let your daughter have a fight with me?

If I win, I don't have to go to Skull Mountain. "

When Li Jing and his wife heard Nezha's words, their expressions suddenly changed, and they quickly scolded: "Nezha, how can a child like you say such a thing? Apologize to your Uncle Yang!"

Nezha frowned, looking stubborn, and said resolutely: "Unless she can defeat me, I will not go to Skull Mountain to make amends even to death!"

Yang Ling looked at Nezha with a flash of deep thought in his eyes, then nodded and said calmly: "Okay, since you are so confident, let you have a competition with my daughter.

However, if you lose, don't cry. "

Li Jing's expression changed slightly when he heard Yang Ling's promise. He knew that although Nezha was young, he was extremely powerful and had a fiery personality, and he often didn't know the severity of a move.

He hurriedly retorted: "Brother Yang, this is absolutely impossible. My son Nezha is the reincarnation of a spiritual bead, and he is extremely talented. If he is not serious in the competition, what should he do if he hurts his niece? "

Yang Ling shook his head, looking calm, not caring about Li Jing's worries. He turned to look at little Yang Chan beside him, and asked in a warm voice: "Chan'er, do you want to compete with Nezha?"

When Xiao Yang Chan heard this, her eyes widened even more. She shook her head and muttered: "I don't know how to fight. I'm afraid."

Yang Ling smiled and patted little Yang Chan's head gently, with a hint of endearment in his tone: "Silly boy, it's precisely because you don't know how to fight that you should take this opportunity to practice... You You also need to learn to protect yourself like your two brothers, right?"

Xiao Yangchan seemed touched by her father's words. She pursed her lips, looked up at Nezha, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes: "Okay, I'll try."

Nezha saw this and showed a smug smile on his face. He straightened his chest and raised his head to challenge: "Come on, Xiao Yangchan, I will show mercy."

Yin Shiniang watched from the side, feeling a little worried, but seeing Yang Ling's calm expression, she stopped talking. She knew that Yang Ling's strength was unfathomable and he knew his limits. He would not let the children get hurt.

Xiao Yangchan stood in the middle of the yard, a little nervous, while Nezha was full of confidence. The atmosphere between the two was completely different.

The two children were both three or four years old, delicate and exquisite, like two porcelain dolls.

Nezha kicked his feet and rushed towards Xiao Yangchan like an arrow from a string. The Hun Tian Ling in his hand instantly stretched out and turned into a red light curtain, like a fairy scattering flowers, covering Xiao Yangchan.

In the red light of the Hun Tian Ling, there was a faint surge of thunder power. Nezha's eyes flashed with a hint of pride. He thought that such an attack would be enough to make Xiao Yangchan surrender.

However, Xiao Yangchan did not surrender as Nezha wished. There was a trace of panic in her eyes, but also a bit of determination.

Just as the Hun Tian Ling was about to wrap her up like a zongzi, she cried out softly, and her body suddenly turned into petals, floating like spring flowers and rain, passing through the gap of the red silk nimbly, avoiding Nezha's attack.

Seeing this, Nezha couldn't help but stare. He didn't expect Xiao Yangchan to be able to resolve his attack.

He was unwilling to give up, and his figure rushed towards Xiao Yangchan again with great speed. The Hun Tian Ling in his hand turned into a long red dragon, and rushed towards Xiao Yangchan with the sound of breaking through the air.

Little Yang Chan had already regained her human form. She looked at Nezha who was coming towards her, and quickly imitated Yang Ling's behavior, gently flicking her fingers, and ripples appeared on her fingertips. As she moved, a powerful force quietly surged out.

Before Nezha got close, the force had already rushed towards him. He only felt a huge impact force suddenly hit his chest, and then the whole person was like being hit by a beast, flying backwards and falling heavily to the ground.

The yard was silent for a while, and everyone was stunned by the scene before them.

Li Jing and his wife looked at Nezha nervously, worried that he was injured.

And Yang Ling showed a hint of approval in his eyes, it seems that his daughter is not without the ability to protect herself. Xiao Yangchan stood there, looking at Nezha lying on the ground with some uncertainty, and whispered: "I-I didn't use any strength."

Nezha staggered to his feet and touched his chest. He grimaced in pain. He rubbed his chest and stood up, with a look of unwillingness on his face.

"I underestimated the enemy just now. Come again!"

Nezha shouted loudly, waving his hands, and the Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling appeared in his palms at the same time.

The Qiankun Circle exuded a dazzling golden light, while the Hun Tian Ling was red like fire. The two intertwined in the air, forming a powerful force.

Nezha kicked his feet and rushed towards Xiao Yangchan like an arrow from a string. The Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling rushed towards Xiao Yangchan one after the other with the sound of breaking through the air.

Xiao Yangchan saw that the situation was not good, and her heart tightened. She knew that this attack was more fierce than before. She bit her lower lip lightly, and her body turned into petals again, drifting away like spring flowers and rain.

Wherever the petals fell, a fairy flower would grow, and each fairy flower turned into the figure of Xiao Yangchan.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was full of Xiao Yangchan's figures, standing or sitting, laughing or looking, like elves in the fairyland, surrounding Nezha.

Nezha's attack fell in the air, and the Qiankun Circle and Hun Tian Ling passed through Xiao Yangchan's figures one after another, but he could not find her real body.

He was stunned and at a loss, so he could only stop the attack and look around.

"What kind of magical power is this?!" Nezha exclaimed, he had never seen such a wonderful method.

Xiao Yangchan's real body quietly appeared behind Nezha, and her white and tender little hands contained terrifying power, but she did not release it.

She whispered: "You lost."

Nezha turned around and looked at the little hand close at hand, with a trace of unwillingness on his face, and clenched his fists, as if he could not accept this result.

But in the end, he still lowered his head and whispered: "Okay, I'll keep my word and go to Skull Mountain to apologize later."

Li Jing felt a little regretful when he saw that little Yang Chan could easily subdue Nezha by herself - if he had had foresight and let Nezha worship under Yang Ling, perhaps his achievements would be even more extraordinary.

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