However, contrary to everyone's expectations, that powerful punch that even brought about a sound of breaking through the air was easily received by someone.
Bai Tu glared at Zhao Ming, who was blocking him with one hand, as if he had seen a ghost.
"How did you block me?"
Didn't they say that the people who went to Xianyang this time were all good-for-nothing?
How could there be such a powerful martial artist?
The other accompanying scholarly disciples were also so shocked that their jaws dropped.
"Didn't you see his appearance yesterday? He didn't perform so brilliantly at that time, right?”
A disciple said in fear.
After all, he had mocked Zhao Ming to his face after he went on stage yesterday.
Now that he had become so powerful, wouldn't he take revenge on her?
"It must be because General Bai Tu didn't kill him. If he were to injure Martial Granduncle's in-name disciple in the scholarly faction's territory, then General Bai Tu wouldn't have an easy time either.”
Another disciple who had also mocked Zhao Ming tried to find an excuse for this strange scene.
The people around him suddenly understood.
"That's right. General Bai Tu must have gone easy on him. Otherwise, how could he have taken a punch from General Bai Tu so easily?”
The crowd discussed animatedly.
Bai Tu, who was in the center of everyone's discussion, was suffering.
Your discussion is one thing, but can someone come up and help him persuade this ancestor?
If he didn't let go, his hand would be crippled!
Seeing Bai Tu's expression change again and again until it turned the color of a pig's liver, Zhao Ming finally let go of his hand as if he had come to a realization.
"General, don't blame me. I couldn't hold back my strength for a moment.”
he said gently.
The moment Bai Tu was released, he was sent flying. He stumbled back a few steps before looking at Zhao Ming with wariness and fear.
He looked like an elegant young master. How could he be so good at fighting?
At this moment, his hands had already started to tremble unconsciously.
At this moment, the accompanying disciples also gradually realized that something was wrong.
Even if General Bai Tu had gone easy on him, there was no need to be so exaggerated!
Could it be that Zhao Ming had really restrained his true strength yesterday?
Under the fear of Bai Tu and the suspicion and caution of the casual disciples, the group successfully left the Small Holy Manor.
"Sir, may I know your name? On this journey, if you have any requests, feel free to ask me. I will do my best to satisfy all of your requests!”
Bai Tu carefully moved to Zhao Ming's side and said.
Ever since his right hand was almost crippled, he had been particularly enthusiastic. In the end, it was his character of seeking good fortune and avoiding evil that had revealed itself.
"This is our martial uncle, martial uncle Zhao Ming.”
A young disciple who was good at reading people's eyes quickly jumped out to speak for Zhao Ming.
No matter why, he could tell from Bai Tu's fawning attitude that Zhao Ming was definitely capable!
She would not lose out if she pleased him!
Zhao Ming glanced at the young disciple and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He hadn't expected that there would be such a clever person in the scholarly faction.
Since someone had already answered for him, he was too lazy to speak.
"I've never heard of Martial Uncle Zhao Ming's great name before!”
Bai Tu hurriedly took over, even lowering his seniority as he spoke with a smile.
" That's right, Martial Uncle just entered Martial Uncle's tutelage yesterday..."
As the little disciple spoke, he realized that he had misspoken.
? Although Zhao Ming was a disciple of his grand-uncle, he was an in-name disciple.
What if he didn't like this result?
Wasn't he plucking fur from a tiger's butt?
"Then Martial Uncle is…"
The little disciple hurriedly shut his mouth. At this moment, Bai Tu still asked recklessly.
"In-name disciple."
Zhao Ming glanced at him indifferently.
The atmosphere that had just been livened up suddenly froze.
Bai Tu looked at him with his eyes wide open, almost unable to believe his ears.
Such a person was an in-name disciple? Not even an official disciple?
If he, Bai Tu, went to the scholarly faction, would he not even have the chance to enter?
When he was stopped by Zhao Ming, he saw the wooden puppet in Zhao Ming's room with his own eyes.
It had already been cut in half by a sword.
If the in-name disciples were already so powerful, then what about those above?
Bai Tu was instantly filled with respect.
No wonder everyone said that the scholarly faction was the number one faction in the world.
There were simply crouching tigers and hidden dragons!
The scholarly faction, which had been completely misunderstood by Bai Tu, was now in a mess.
Anyone with a bit of experience knew how rare that sudden appearance of Righteousness Qi was!
Mencius once said: I am good at cultivating my noble spirit.
Some people also said that cultivating a noble spirit and cultivating a gentleman's body!
One could imagine how important the Noble Spirit was to the Confucians.
That was something that some people wanted to pursue their entire lives!
However, after so many years, only Xun Zi had managed to mobilize some Noble Spirit. No one else had been able to mobilize it.
Compared to today's majestic aura, it was simply a small fight, like children playing house!
A great scholar suddenly appeared in the Small Sage Manor, causing a majestic aura to flow through like a surging river!
How could they not be excited?
"No, I haven't."
Fu Nian walked in from the door and shook his head with a heavy expression.
He had already gone to the place where the Noble Spirit had erupted, but he did not find any traces left behind by any great scholar.
There were only traces of a few disciples nearby. There was nothing else.
"Then where can he go?"
Yan Lu asked in puzzlement.
"Or should I ask, why did he come to the Small Sage Manor and leave after only triggering the Noble Spirit?”
Zhang Liang added, frowning.
"What is his intention?"
The question he had thrown out caused the Confucians to discuss it animatedly, and for a time, everyone had their own opinions.
In the midst of this chaos, a young disciple ran in. He looked at the chaotic scene in the hall and was stunned.
"What do you have to say?"
Yan Lu saw him standing there at a loss and hurriedly waved at him.
"Second Martial Uncle, General Bai Tu has already left with Martial Uncle Zhao Ming and a few Senior Martial Brothers.”
the little disciple said obediently.
Yan Lu nodded. When he heard the name Zhao Ming, something flashed across his mind.
However, he couldn't grab it at all.
He was stunned for a moment, then sent the little disciple away and participated in the discussion again.!!!
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