Wei Zhoumou felt that his world had collapsed and everything would become an illusion. His grandfather was still screaming on the high platform, why should he give the position of dean to an outsider? Of course, the outsider was referring to Zhu Jianjian, who had been unknown to Baisheng Academy for two years.
The old dean snorted: "You still want to lie to me?"
"I think that Senior Brother Wang was also unconvinced and challenged Wei Planning, but he was beaten until he vomited blood and was bedridden for three months before he recovered. And since then, Senior Brother Wang's cultivation level has never improved. He himself did not want to say more. But we all guessed that Wei was so cruel that he destroyed his Dantian Qihai during the competition."
The Central Court disciples who were watching from a distance all looked nervously towards the competition ground and clenched their fists. It seemed as if they were even more nervous than they were on the field, and everyone's eyes were fixed on that side. A few of them were particularly eye-catching, including Pingze, who was surrounded by many beautiful girls. A man was sitting on the high wall drinking wine and looking coldly at Xiang Wen in the competition arena. There is also a Xu Zhibao squatting on the high tower like a Xu Zhibao who is about to pounce down and crack the rocks at any time.
When Zhu Xiaojian revealed his identity as the Police Department, there was no possibility of a comeback. The higher the status of a person, the more deeply he knows the horror of the Police Department.
Wei Zhoumou said: "I overestimated you. I really shouldn't have given you the face to accept your challenge. Did you feel very proud just now? Did you feel that my life has been ruined by you, and you have a sense of accomplishment?" ? Yes, I was really disappointed just now, and even despaired for a while. But now I suddenly understand... Hahaha, what does my grandfather's death have to do with me? With my talent, I will not die. Even without his care, I can still stand up. And you? Don’t you feel that you are being used by those insidious villains? "
In such a moment of life and death, he actually dared to do this.
Just as he was talking, An Zheng was knocked away by the endless sword of golden light. When he stood up with a black ruler in his hand, there was obviously blood in his mouth. There was red blood in the gaps between his white teeth. He grinned. It looked a little ferocious.
So when his life was completely despairing, Wei Zhaomou vented all his resentment and anger on An Zheng.
When Zhu Xiaojian revealed his identity as the Police Department, there was no possibility of a comeback. The higher the status of a person, the more deeply he knows the horror of the Police Department.
Mou Zhongping shook his head: "I don't know him any better than you do. But I also feel something is wrong. He shouldn't be so weak."
"It's over 10,000, but that's all."
Where the instructor was sitting, someone nodded and said, "If this magical weapon spreads, I'm afraid many people will become red-eyed."
With a cry, An Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"I have lost everything, but I also want to drag you to death. It's all because of you!"
An Zheng seemed not to notice and continued to push the black ruler forward. His steps seemed extremely heavy, and the ground shook with each step he took.
No one knew that he had activated an eight-fold counterattack.
"Mr. Wen, if you don't stop him, your new disciple won't be able to hold on for long."
"I have lost everything, but I also want to drag you to death. It's all because of you!"
Wei Zhaomou roared and rushed towards An Zheng. As he rushed forward, countless rays of black light rose up from behind him, and then smashed towards An Zheng like an angry dragon. An Zheng didn't know the other party's level of cultivation, but as soon as the other party made a move, he could feel that his level was definitely higher than his own.
"Those golden swords are actually made from the golden needles in the Thousand Machine Box. Legend has it that there are a total of eighteen thousand golden needles, and the more they go back, the more powerful they become. I don't know if that little guy can bear it."
Wei Zhoumou felt that his world had collapsed and everything would become an illusion. His grandfather was still screaming on the high platform, why should he give the position of dean to an outsider? Of course, the outsider was referring to Zhu Jianjian, who had been unknown to Baisheng Academy for two years.
With a bang, the moment Wei Zhoumou's hands touched the black heavy ruler, his arms exploded, and his body was knocked away by the black heavy ruler like a cannonball. A few dozen meters away, his back hit the wall. It was the wall of the competition ground. With the blessing of the magic circle, the power below the Little Saint Realm could not break through it. But it would have been nice if he could break through. Wei Zhaomou's back hit the wall, and the black heavy ruler followed closely behind him and hit him in the chest with a bang, almost breaking him.
The scene was like a waterfall hitting it head-on, all blocked by a heavy black ruler. And every time the sword of golden light hits the black heavy ruler, An Zheng will bear eight times the power of the sword of golden light.
Mou Zhongping smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
He took a step forward and said, "A lowly little person like you only deserves to be used as a gunman. And sooner or later, I will fly into the sky and become the supreme person."
With a bang, the moment Wei Zhoumou's hands touched the black heavy ruler, his arms exploded, and his body was knocked away by the black heavy ruler like a cannonball. A few dozen meters away, his back hit the wall. It was the wall of the competition ground. With the blessing of the magic circle, the power below the Little Saint Realm could not break through it. But it would have been nice if he could break through. Wei Zhaomou's back hit the wall, and the black heavy ruler followed closely behind him and hit him in the chest with a bang, almost breaking him.
An Zheng raised the heavy black ruler and threw it at Wei Zhangmou: "It's my turn!"
Without the pupil technique and the thunder power of heaven, all An Zheng has left is the most ordinary power of cultivation. But in this ordinary world, An Zheng just wants to fight his way out.
"Using this ruler to kill you is an act of blasphemy against the ruler. You are not worthy of it."
Mou Zhongping shook his head: "I don't know him any better than you do. But I also feel something is wrong. He shouldn't be so weak."
Wei Zhaomou roared and rushed towards An Zheng. As he rushed forward, countless rays of black light rose up from behind him, and then smashed towards An Zheng like an angry dragon. An Zheng didn't know the other party's level of cultivation, but as soon as the other party made a move, he could feel that his level was definitely higher than his own.
The middle-aged man sitting next to Nuanyu had a livid face and was obviously very angry. He is Wei Zhaomou's disciple, and he is a very important person in the Intermediate Court... Gu Xiancheng.
Gu Xiancheng, Wei's instructor, snorted coldly, stood up and walked away. For so many years, he had been favoring Wen Nuanyu in the academy because he trained Wei Zhoumou, but now, his pride was shattered by An Zheng.
An Zheng waved, and the black heavy ruler appeared in front of him. Those angry dragon-like black lights bombarded the black heavy ruler. Amidst the banging sound, An Zheng's body was moved backwards by the impact.
"That's the thousand machine box that Wei Sun used when he traveled around the world."
With a bang, the moment Wei Zhoumou's hands touched the black heavy ruler, his arms exploded, and his body was knocked away by the black heavy ruler like a cannonball. A few dozen meters away, his back hit the wall. It was the wall of the competition ground. With the blessing of the magic circle, the power below the Little Saint Realm could not break through it. But it would have been nice if he could break through. Wei Zhaomou's back hit the wall, and the black heavy ruler followed closely behind him and hit him in the chest with a bang, almost breaking him.
"You bastard!"
"That's the thousand machine box that Wei Sun used when he traveled around the world."
"Mr. Wen, if you don't stop him, your new disciple won't be able to hold on for long."
Ping Ce pinched the chin of a beautiful girl, took one look at her and smiled: "Wei's plan is over."
Wei Zhaomou roared and rushed over, pointed his hand towards the sky, and then sharply lowered his hand to point at An Zheng. The clouds in the sky shook, and then thousands of golden lights pierced through the clouds like sharp swords, falling quickly towards An Zheng.
The old dean sat on the chair, squinted his eyes and said to Mou Zhongping: "I think Wei Sun was also a high-spirited person back then, walking around the world to punish evil and promote good, but I don't know why he became like this after getting old. Qianji There are a thousand variations of the box, and the person who made this magical weapon can be called a master of the previous generation. "
"I think that Senior Brother Wang was also unconvinced and challenged Wei Planning, but he was beaten until he vomited blood and was bedridden for three months before he recovered. And since then, Senior Brother Wang's cultivation level has never improved. He himself did not want to say more. But we all guessed that Wei was so cruel that he destroyed his Dantian Qihai during the competition."
No one knew that he had activated an eight-fold counterattack.
"I have lost everything, but I also want to drag you to death. It's all because of you!"
Wei Zhoumou said: "I overestimated you. I really shouldn't have given you the face to accept your challenge. Did you feel very proud just now? Did you feel that my life has been ruined by you, and you have a sense of accomplishment?" ? Yes, I was really disappointed just now, and even despaired for a while. But now I suddenly understand... Hahaha, what does my grandfather's death have to do with me? With my talent, I will not die. Even without his care, I can still stand up. And you? Don’t you feel that you are being used by those insidious villains? "
Nuanyu, who was sitting a little further away, snorted coldly, and those people shut up immediately. There are really not many teachers in this middle school who have not been beaten by Nuan Yu. Everyone knows that this woman has a bad temper. Once she is offended, she doesn't care what the occasion will be.
Just as he was talking, An Zheng was knocked away by the endless sword of golden light. When he stood up with a black ruler in his hand, there was obviously blood in his mouth. There was red blood in the gaps between his white teeth. He grinned. It looked a little ferocious.
There are too many swords of golden light, and they are so densely packed that it makes your scalp explode. No matter how An Zheng moved, the sword of golden light like a rainstorm followed him like a shadow. The sound of scratching on the ground was endless, and it took only a moment for the swords to be inserted. What is shocking is that these long swords actually exist and are not transformed by the power of cultivation.
The Central Court disciples who were watching from a distance all looked nervously towards the competition ground and clenched their fists. It seemed as if they were even more nervous than they were on the field, and everyone's eyes were fixed on that side. A few of them were particularly eye-catching, including Pingze, who was surrounded by many beautiful girls. A man was sitting on the high wall drinking wine and looking coldly at Xiang Wen in the competition arena. There is also a Xu Zhibao squatting on the high tower like a Xu Zhibao who is about to pounce down and crack the rocks at any time.
[Extinction]
"Wei Planning is the most vicious. Everyone knows this. I'm afraid An Zheng won't be able to stop him for long."
The Central Court disciples who were watching from a distance all looked nervously towards the competition ground and clenched their fists. It seemed as if they were even more nervous than they were on the field, and everyone's eyes were fixed on that side. A few of them were particularly eye-catching, including Pingze, who was surrounded by many beautiful girls. A man was sitting on the high wall drinking wine and looking coldly at Xiang Wen in the competition arena. There is also a Xu Zhibao squatting on the high tower like a Xu Zhibao who is about to pounce down and crack the rocks at any time.
"That's the thousand machine box that Wei Sun used when he traveled around the world."
The scene was like a waterfall hitting it head-on, all blocked by a heavy black ruler. And every time the sword of golden light hits the black heavy ruler, An Zheng will bear eight times the power of the sword of golden light.
Mou Zhongping smiled and said: "People from our border army just won't back down."
"You bastard!"
The Central Court disciples who were watching from a distance all looked nervously towards the competition ground and clenched their fists. It seemed as if they were even more nervous than they were on the field, and everyone's eyes were fixed on that side. A few of them were particularly eye-catching, including Pingze, who was surrounded by many beautiful girls. A man was sitting on the high wall drinking wine and looking coldly at Xiang Wen in the competition arena. There is also a Xu Zhibao squatting on the high tower like a Xu Zhibao who is about to pounce down and crack the rocks at any time.
The old dean Dai Yuchou, who was sitting next to Mou Zhongping, squinted his eyes and smiled, seeming to appreciate it.
The old dean snorted: "You still want to lie to me?"
"It's over 10,000, but that's all."
The old dean sat on the chair, squinted his eyes and said to Mou Zhongping: "I think Wei Sun was also a high-spirited person back then, walking around the world to punish evil and promote good, but I don't know why he became like this after getting old. Qianji There are a thousand variations of the box, and the person who made this magical weapon can be called a master of the previous generation. "
So when his life was completely despairing, Wei Zhaomou vented all his resentment and anger on An Zheng.
"That's right. His challenge is simply asking for death."
"Those golden swords are actually made from the golden needles in the Thousand Machine Box. Legend has it that there are a total of eighteen thousand golden needles, and the more they go back, the more powerful they become. I don't know if that little guy can bear it."
In such a moment of life and death, he actually dared to do this.
Wei Zhaomou roared and rushed towards An Zheng. As he rushed forward, countless rays of black light rose up from behind him, and then smashed towards An Zheng like an angry dragon. An Zheng didn't know the other party's level of cultivation, but as soon as the other party made a move, he could feel that his level was definitely higher than his own.
Sitting on the high wall, Xiang Wen threw the wine bottle aside and walked with his hands behind his back: "It's boring."
"That's right. His challenge is simply asking for death."
"I have lost everything, but I also want to drag you to death. It's all because of you!"
Mou Zhongping shook his head: "I don't know him any better than you do. But I also feel something is wrong. He shouldn't be so weak."
Mou Zhongping smiled and said: "People from our border army just won't back down."
With a cry, An Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"No matter how powerful the Thousand Machine Box is, it depends on the person who uses it. Wei Zhaomou has always been the most outstanding disciple of our Intermediate Academy. He has entered the Inner Academy many times to practice. There are only three people who can be on par with him. "
"The Thousand Machine Box certainly deserves its reputation."
An Zheng raised the heavy black ruler and threw it at Wei Zhangmou: "It's my turn!"
The number of golden swords was obviously reduced, but An Zheng was advancing faster and faster. And those black lights that circled around An Zheng's back and attacked An Zheng's back. An Zheng vomited blood one after another, but did not fall down. The bloodthirsty light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, like that of a wild beast.
The old dean snorted: "You still want to lie to me?"
Nuanyu, who was sitting a little further away, snorted coldly, and those people shut up immediately. There are really not many teachers in this middle school who have not been beaten by Nuan Yu. Everyone knows that this woman has a bad temper. Once she is offended, she doesn't care what the occasion will be.
Mou Zhongping smiled and said: "People from our border army just won't back down."
Mou Zhongping smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Without the pupil technique and the thunder power of heaven, all An Zheng has left is the most ordinary power of cultivation. But in this ordinary world, An Zheng just wants to fight his way out.
The number of golden swords was obviously reduced, but An Zheng was advancing faster and faster. And those black lights that circled around An Zheng's back and attacked An Zheng's back. An Zheng vomited blood one after another, but did not fall down. The bloodthirsty light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, like that of a wild beast.
The hundreds of disciples who were watching were all familiar with Wei Zhaomou, but no one was familiar with An Zheng. So almost all of them thought that An Zheng would not win and would lose quickly. Putting aside Wei Zhaomou's character, this guy's talent in cultivation is indeed terrifying.
The old dean Dai Yuchou, who was sitting next to Mou Zhongping, squinted his eyes and smiled, seeming to appreciate it.
The Central Court disciples who were watching from a distance all looked nervously towards the competition ground and clenched their fists. It seemed as if they were even more nervous than they were on the field, and everyone's eyes were fixed on that side. A few of them were particularly eye-catching, including Pingze, who was surrounded by many beautiful girls. A man was sitting on the high wall drinking wine and looking coldly at Xiang Wen in the competition arena. There is also a Xu Zhibao squatting on the high tower like a Xu Zhibao who is about to pounce down and crack the rocks at any time.
An Zheng seemed not to notice and continued to push the black ruler forward. His steps seemed extremely heavy, and the ground shook with each step he took.
Everyone stood there stunned, unable to understand why it ended like this. It was obviously An Zheng who was being suppressed and beaten, so why did An Zheng win
On the high platform, Wen Nuanyu's face looked a little ugly. She stood up and walked quickly to Mou Zhongping, squatted down and said in a low voice: "It seems something is wrong. Although An Zheng's cultivation level is lower than Wei Zhoumou's, it is not as good as the first contact." He was beaten until he vomited blood, what happened to him?”
"It's over 10,000, but that's all."
Wei Zhoumou said: "I overestimated you. I really shouldn't have given you the face to accept your challenge. Did you feel very proud just now? Did you feel that my life has been ruined by you, and you have a sense of accomplishment?" ? Yes, I was really disappointed just now, and even despaired for a while. But now I suddenly understand... Hahaha, what does my grandfather's death have to do with me? With my talent, I will not die. Even without his care, I can still stand up. And you? Don’t you feel that you are being used by those insidious villains? "
"An Zheng won't be able to handle this for long. After all, Wei Zaimou is also the best first-level disciple in our Intermediate Academy."
In such a moment of life and death, he actually dared to do this.
So when his life was completely despairing, Wei Zhaomou vented all his resentment and anger on An Zheng.
The old dean sat on the chair, squinted his eyes and said to Mou Zhongping: "I think Wei Sun was also a high-spirited person back then, walking around the world to punish evil and promote good, but I don't know why he became like this after getting old. Qianji There are a thousand variations of the box, and the person who made this magical weapon can be called a master of the previous generation. "
Mou Zhongping smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Gu Xiancheng, Wei's instructor, snorted coldly, stood up and walked away. For so many years, he had been favoring Wen Nuanyu in the academy because he trained Wei Zhoumou, but now, his pride was shattered by An Zheng.
He suddenly stood up straight, pushed the black ruler with both hands and started to move forward. Wei Zhaomou's expression changed and he pushed forward with both hands. As the sword of golden light came in waves, there were countless black lights behind him like black dragons that circled around and attacked An Zheng.
"Yes, isn't it said that he will be escorted to the main hospital soon? It also says that he will definitely participate in the Four Sects and Three Lords Martial Arts Conference next year."
Sitting on the high wall, Xiang Wen threw the wine bottle aside and walked with his hands behind his back: "It's boring."
An Zheng waved, and the heavy ruler flew back. He put the ruler on his back and turned around to leave.
The old dean Dai Yuchou, who was sitting next to Mou Zhongping, squinted his eyes and smiled, seeming to appreciate it.
The hundreds of disciples who were watching were all familiar with Wei Zhaomou, but no one was familiar with An Zheng. So almost all of them thought that An Zheng would not win and would lose quickly. Putting aside Wei Zhaomou's character, this guy's talent in cultivation is indeed terrifying.
"An Zheng won't be able to handle this for long. After all, Wei Zaimou is also the best first-level disciple in our Intermediate Academy."
"No matter how powerful the Thousand Machine Box is, it depends on the person who uses it. Wei Zhaomou has always been the most outstanding disciple of our Intermediate Academy. He has entered the Inner Academy many times to practice. There are only three people who can be on par with him. "
"An Zheng won't be able to handle this for long. After all, Wei Zaimou is also the best first-level disciple in our Intermediate Academy."
"I think that Senior Brother Wang was also unconvinced and challenged Wei Planning, but he was beaten until he vomited blood and was bedridden for three months before he recovered. And since then, Senior Brother Wang's cultivation level has never improved. He himself did not want to say more. But we all guessed that Wei was so cruel that he destroyed his Dantian Qihai during the competition."
"Yes, isn't it said that he will be escorted to the main hospital soon? It also says that he will definitely participate in the Four Sects and Three Lords Martial Arts Conference next year."
"That's the thousand machine box that Wei Sun used when he traveled around the world."
The middle-aged man sitting next to Nuanyu had a livid face and was obviously very angry. He is Wei Zhaomou's disciple, and he is a very important person in the Intermediate Court... Gu Xiancheng.
"You bastard!"
The old dean snorted: "You still want to lie to me?"
The power coming from the black heavy ruler is eight times the superposition of Wei Planning's power!
"Wei Planning is the most vicious. Everyone knows this. I'm afraid An Zheng won't be able to stop him for long."
An Zheng raised the heavy black ruler and threw it at Wei Zhangmou: "It's my turn!"
Where the instructor was sitting, someone nodded and said, "If this magical weapon spreads, I'm afraid many people will become red-eyed."
He took a step forward and said, "A lowly little person like you only deserves to be used as a gunman. And sooner or later, I will fly into the sky and become the supreme person."
"The Thousand Machine Box certainly deserves its reputation."
The hundreds of disciples who were watching were all familiar with Wei Zhaomou, but no one was familiar with An Zheng. So almost all of them thought that An Zheng would not win and would lose quickly. Putting aside Wei Zhaomou's character, this guy's talent in cultivation is indeed terrifying.
So when his life was completely despairing, Wei Zhaomou vented all his resentment and anger on An Zheng.
"I think that Senior Brother Wang was also unconvinced and challenged Wei Planning, but he was beaten until he vomited blood and was bedridden for three months before he recovered. And since then, Senior Brother Wang's cultivation level has never improved. He himself did not want to say more. But we all guessed that Wei was so cruel that he destroyed his Dantian Qihai during the competition."
The scene was like a waterfall hitting it head-on, all blocked by a heavy black ruler. And every time the sword of golden light hits the black heavy ruler, An Zheng will bear eight times the power of the sword of golden light.
An Zheng spat out bloody spit: "You know nothing."
The power coming from the black heavy ruler is eight times the superposition of Wei Planning's power!
[Extinction]
When Wei Zhoumou saw the blood in An Zheng's mouth, his eyes turned contemptuous: "A trash like you is worthy of challenging me?"
Wei Zhaomou roared and rushed towards An Zheng. As he rushed forward, countless rays of black light rose up from behind him, and then smashed towards An Zheng like an angry dragon. An Zheng didn't know the other party's level of cultivation, but as soon as the other party made a move, he could feel that his level was definitely higher than his own.
With a bang, the moment Wei Zhoumou's hands touched the black heavy ruler, his arms exploded, and his body was knocked away by the black heavy ruler like a cannonball. A few dozen meters away, his back hit the wall. It was the wall of the competition ground. With the blessing of the magic circle, the power below the Little Saint Realm could not break through it. But it would have been nice if he could break through. Wei Zhaomou's back hit the wall, and the black heavy ruler followed closely behind him and hit him in the chest with a bang, almost breaking him.
The scene was like a waterfall hitting it head-on, all blocked by a heavy black ruler. And every time the sword of golden light hits the black heavy ruler, An Zheng will bear eight times the power of the sword of golden light.
The black heavy ruler moved extremely fast, so incredibly fast that Wei Zaimou had no time to avoid it, nor could he react at all. He only had time to push forward with both hands to block the black heavy ruler.
So when his life was completely despairing, Wei Zhaomou vented all his resentment and anger on An Zheng.
"Mr. Wen, if you don't stop him, your new disciple won't be able to hold on for long."
As Wei Zhoumou shouted loudly, more swords of golden light fell from the sky. This time they not only fell straight from the top of the head, but also branched out and attacked An Zheng from all directions. An Zheng seemed to be surrounded by endless golden waves, and would be directly cut into pieces by the golden light in the next second.
Ping Ce pinched the chin of a beautiful girl, took one look at her and smiled: "Wei's plan is over."
"It's just a small role. I really thought you were capable."
"The Thousand Machine Box certainly deserves its reputation."
The old dean sat on the chair, squinted his eyes and said to Mou Zhongping: "I think Wei Sun was also a high-spirited person back then, walking around the world to punish evil and promote good, but I don't know why he became like this after getting old. Qianji There are a thousand variations of the box, and the person who made this magical weapon can be called a master of the previous generation. "
When Zhu Xiaojian revealed his identity as the Police Department, there was no possibility of a comeback. The higher the status of a person, the more deeply he knows the horror of the Police Department.
"Not popular."
Wei Zhaomou roared and rushed towards An Zheng. As he rushed forward, countless rays of black light rose up from behind him, and then smashed towards An Zheng like an angry dragon. An Zheng didn't know the other party's level of cultivation, but as soon as the other party made a move, he could feel that his level was definitely higher than his own.
[Extinction]
Where the instructor was sitting, someone nodded and said, "If this magical weapon spreads, I'm afraid many people will become red-eyed."
Without the pupil technique and the thunder power of heaven, all An Zheng has left is the most ordinary power of cultivation. But in this ordinary world, An Zheng just wants to fight his way out.
"Yes, isn't it said that he will be escorted to the main hospital soon? It also says that he will definitely participate in the Four Sects and Three Lords Martial Arts Conference next year."
"No matter how powerful the Thousand Machine Box is, it depends on the person who uses it. Wei Zhaomou has always been the most outstanding disciple of our Intermediate Academy. He has entered the Inner Academy many times to practice. There are only three people who can be on par with him. "
Xu Zhipao, who was squatting on the tower, also had bright eyes. Looking at An Zheng, he seemed to be seeing his future opponent. He wished he could rush forward and fight An Zheng right now. The surprise and shock in his eyes could not be concealed at all.
So when his life was completely despairing, Wei Zhaomou vented all his resentment and anger on An Zheng.
When Wei Zhoumou saw the blood in An Zheng's mouth, his eyes turned contemptuous: "A trash like you is worthy of challenging me?"
Wei Zhoumou said: "I overestimated you. I really shouldn't have given you the face to accept your challenge. Did you feel very proud just now? Did you feel that my life has been ruined by you, and you have a sense of accomplishment?" ? Yes, I was really disappointed just now, and even despaired for a while. But now I suddenly understand... Hahaha, what does my grandfather's death have to do with me? With my talent, I will not die. Even without his care, I can still stand up. And you? Don’t you feel that you are being used by those insidious villains? "
"That's right. His challenge is simply asking for death."
The hundreds of disciples who were watching were all familiar with Wei Zhaomou, but no one was familiar with An Zheng. So almost all of them thought that An Zheng would not win and would lose quickly. Putting aside Wei Zhaomou's character, this guy's talent in cultivation is indeed terrifying.
The old dean snorted: "You still want to lie to me?"
So when his life was completely despairing, Wei Zhaomou vented all his resentment and anger on An Zheng.
Nuanyu, who was sitting a little further away, snorted coldly, and those people shut up immediately. There are really not many teachers in this middle school who have not been beaten by Nuan Yu. Everyone knows that this woman has a bad temper. Once she is offended, she doesn't care what the occasion will be.
Under the bombardment of the Eighteen Thousand Golden Light Swords, An Zheng also activated eight times the counter-shock. If it were other practitioners at the same level as him, they would have been shattered by the force of the counter-shock. Even for An Zheng, the skin on his body has been cracked a lot, his shoulders are trembling, his lips are trembling, but the hand holding the black ruler no longer trembles.
The Central Court disciples who were watching from a distance all looked nervously towards the competition ground and clenched their fists. It seemed as if they were even more nervous than they were on the field, and everyone's eyes were fixed on that side. A few of them were particularly eye-catching, including Pingze, who was surrounded by many beautiful girls. A man was sitting on the high wall drinking wine and looking coldly at Xiang Wen in the competition arena. There is also a Xu Zhibao squatting on the high tower like a Xu Zhibao who is about to pounce down and crack the rocks at any time.
An Zheng waved, and the heavy ruler flew back. He put the ruler on his back and turned around to leave.
"Mr. Wen, if you don't stop him, your new disciple won't be able to hold on for long."
The hundreds of disciples who were watching were all familiar with Wei Zhaomou, but no one was familiar with An Zheng. So almost all of them thought that An Zheng would not win and would lose quickly. Putting aside Wei Zhaomou's character, this guy's talent in cultivation is indeed terrifying.
The middle-aged man sitting next to Nuanyu had a livid face and was obviously very angry. He is Wei Zhaomou's disciple, and he is a very important person in the Intermediate Court... Gu Xiancheng.
"No matter how powerful the Thousand Machine Box is, it depends on the person who uses it. Wei Zhaomou has always been the most outstanding disciple of our Intermediate Academy. He has entered the Inner Academy many times to practice. There are only three people who can be on par with him. "
"Those golden swords are actually made from the golden needles in the Thousand Machine Box. Legend has it that there are a total of eighteen thousand golden needles, and the more they go back, the more powerful they become. I don't know if that little guy can bear it."
Gu Xiancheng, Wei's instructor, snorted coldly, stood up and walked away. For so many years, he had been favoring Wen Nuanyu in the academy because he trained Wei Zhoumou, but now, his pride was shattered by An Zheng.
Ping Ce pinched the chin of a beautiful girl, took one look at her and smiled: "Wei's plan is over."
Gu Xiancheng, Wei's instructor, snorted coldly, stood up and walked away. For so many years, he had been favoring Wen Nuanyu in the academy because he trained Wei Zhoumou, but now, his pride was shattered by An Zheng.
As Wei Zhoumou shouted loudly, more swords of golden light fell from the sky. This time they not only fell straight from the top of the head, but also branched out and attacked An Zheng from all directions. An Zheng seemed to be surrounded by endless golden waves, and would be directly cut into pieces by the golden light in the next second.
With a bang, the moment Wei Zhoumou's hands touched the black heavy ruler, his arms exploded, and his body was knocked away by the black heavy ruler like a cannonball. A few dozen meters away, his back hit the wall. It was the wall of the competition ground. With the blessing of the magic circle, the power below the Little Saint Realm could not break through it. But it would have been nice if he could break through. Wei Zhaomou's back hit the wall, and the black heavy ruler followed closely behind him and hit him in the chest with a bang, almost breaking him.
"Mr. Wen, if you don't stop him, your new disciple won't be able to hold on for long."
Wei Zhaomou roared and rushed towards An Zheng. As he rushed forward, countless rays of black light rose up from behind him, and then smashed towards An Zheng like an angry dragon. An Zheng didn't know the other party's level of cultivation, but as soon as the other party made a move, he could feel that his level was definitely higher than his own.
The hundreds of disciples who were watching were all familiar with Wei Zhaomou, but no one was familiar with An Zheng. So almost all of them thought that An Zheng would not win and would lose quickly. Putting aside Wei Zhaomou's character, this guy's talent in cultivation is indeed terrifying.
When Zhu Xiaojian revealed his identity as the Police Department, there was no possibility of a comeback. The higher the status of a person, the more deeply he knows the horror of the Police Department.
He said coldly.
Under the bombardment of the Eighteen Thousand Golden Light Swords, An Zheng also activated eight times the counter-shock. If it were other practitioners at the same level as him, they would have been shattered by the force of the counter-shock. Even for An Zheng, the skin on his body has been cracked a lot, his shoulders are trembling, his lips are trembling, but the hand holding the black ruler no longer trembles.
On the high platform, Wen Nuanyu's face looked a little ugly. She stood up and walked quickly to Mou Zhongping, squatted down and said in a low voice: "It seems something is wrong. Although An Zheng's cultivation level is lower than Wei Zhoumou's, it is not as good as the first contact." He was beaten until he vomited blood, what happened to him?”
Wen Nuanyu snorted: "Not necessarily."
Gu Xiancheng, Wei's instructor, snorted coldly, stood up and walked away. For so many years, he had been favoring Wen Nuanyu in the academy because he trained Wei Zhoumou, but now, his pride was shattered by An Zheng.
The number of golden swords was obviously reduced, but An Zheng was advancing faster and faster. And those black lights that circled around An Zheng's back and attacked An Zheng's back. An Zheng vomited blood one after another, but did not fall down. The bloodthirsty light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, like that of a wild beast.
Wei Zhoumou vomited a large mouthful of blood and felt that all his ribs might be broken. He was caught between the black ruler and the wall, and he couldn't move at all. An Zheng, who was standing dozens of meters away, raised his hand and pushed in the air, and the black heavy ruler moved forward a little. Wei Zhaomou screamed in pain, and then began to plead crazily: "I give up! I give up!" Don’t kill me... Ahem, I don’t want to die yet, don’t kill me.”
So when his life was completely despairing, Wei Zhaomou vented all his resentment and anger on An Zheng.
"No matter how powerful the Thousand Machine Box is, it depends on the person who uses it. Wei Zhaomou has always been the most outstanding disciple of our Intermediate Academy. He has entered the Inner Academy many times to practice. There are only three people who can be on par with him. "
Just as he was talking, An Zheng was knocked away by the endless sword of golden light. When he stood up with a black ruler in his hand, there was obviously blood in his mouth. There was red blood in the gaps between his white teeth. He grinned. It looked a little ferocious.
"That's right. His challenge is simply asking for death."
"It's just a small role. I really thought you were capable."
"It's just a small role. I really thought you were capable."
With a cry, An Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
Gu Xiancheng, Wei's instructor, snorted coldly, stood up and walked away. For so many years, he had been favoring Wen Nuanyu in the academy because he trained Wei Zhoumou, but now, his pride was shattered by An Zheng.
The black heavy ruler moved extremely fast, so incredibly fast that Wei Zaimou had no time to avoid it, nor could he react at all. He only had time to push forward with both hands to block the black heavy ruler.
When Wei Zhoumou saw the blood in An Zheng's mouth, his eyes turned contemptuous: "A trash like you is worthy of challenging me?"
The power coming from the black heavy ruler is eight times the superposition of Wei Planning's power!
"An Zheng won't be able to handle this for long. After all, Wei Zaimou is also the best first-level disciple in our Intermediate Academy."
So when his life was completely despairing, Wei Zhaomou vented all his resentment and anger on An Zheng.
"The Thousand Machine Box certainly deserves its reputation."
An Zheng grabbed the black heavy ruler in his right hand and rushed forward. The golden sword in front of him formed a raging river and struck towards him. An Zheng blocked the Heizhong Ruler in front of him. He was unable to move forward under the continuous impact of the Golden Light Sword. The power coming from the Heizhong Ruler made his arms tremble, and his feet moved backwards on the ground. .
Wei Zhaomou roared and rushed over, pointed his hand towards the sky, and then sharply lowered his hand to point at An Zheng. The clouds in the sky shook, and then thousands of golden lights pierced through the clouds like sharp swords, falling quickly towards An Zheng.
An Zheng grabbed the black heavy ruler in his right hand and rushed forward. The golden sword in front of him formed a raging river and struck towards him. An Zheng blocked the Heizhong Ruler in front of him. He was unable to move forward under the continuous impact of the Golden Light Sword. The power coming from the Heizhong Ruler made his arms tremble, and his feet moved backwards on the ground. .
Mou Zhongping shook his head: "I don't know him any better than you do. But I also feel something is wrong. He shouldn't be so weak."
Wei Zhaomou roared and rushed towards An Zheng. As he rushed forward, countless rays of black light rose up from behind him, and then smashed towards An Zheng like an angry dragon. An Zheng didn't know the other party's level of cultivation, but as soon as the other party made a move, he could feel that his level was definitely higher than his own.
Mou Zhongping smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
The old dean Dai Yuchou, who was sitting next to Mou Zhongping, squinted his eyes and smiled, seeming to appreciate it.
Everyone stood there stunned, unable to understand why it ended like this. It was obviously An Zheng who was being suppressed and beaten, so why did An Zheng win
With a cry, An Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Not popular."
"I have lost everything, but I also want to drag you to death. It's all because of you!"
An Zheng waved, and the black heavy ruler appeared in front of him. Those angry dragon-like black lights bombarded the black heavy ruler. Amidst the banging sound, An Zheng's body was moved backwards by the impact.
Wei Zhoumou said: "I overestimated you. I really shouldn't have given you the face to accept your challenge. Did you feel very proud just now? Did you feel that my life has been ruined by you, and you have a sense of accomplishment?" ? Yes, I was really disappointed just now, and even despaired for a while. But now I suddenly understand... Hahaha, what does my grandfather's death have to do with me? With my talent, I will not die. Even without his care, I can still stand up. And you? Don’t you feel that you are being used by those insidious villains? "
"Mr. Wen, if you don't stop him, your new disciple won't be able to hold on for long."
With a cry, An Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Mr. Wen, if you don't stop him, your new disciple won't be able to hold on for long."
The black heavy ruler moved extremely fast, so incredibly fast that Wei Zaimou had no time to avoid it, nor could he react at all. He only had time to push forward with both hands to block the black heavy ruler.
"That's the thousand machine box that Wei Sun used when he traveled around the world."
He took a step forward and said, "A lowly little person like you only deserves to be used as a gunman. And sooner or later, I will fly into the sky and become the supreme person."
An Zheng waved, and the heavy ruler flew back. He put the ruler on his back and turned around to leave.
Nuan Yuyu shouted excitedly from the high platform, her movements were too big, and her chest was filled with waves...
He took a step forward and said, "A lowly little person like you only deserves to be used as a gunman. And sooner or later, I will fly into the sky and become the supreme person."
Mou Zhongping smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"It's just a small role. I really thought you were capable."
No one knew that he had activated an eight-fold counterattack.
"It's over 10,000, but that's all."
Mou Zhongping smiled and said: "People from our border army just won't back down."
An Zheng grabbed the black heavy ruler in his right hand and rushed forward. The golden sword in front of him formed a raging river and struck towards him. An Zheng blocked the Heizhong Ruler in front of him. He was unable to move forward under the continuous impact of the Golden Light Sword. The power coming from the Heizhong Ruler made his arms tremble, and his feet moved backwards on the ground. .
An Zheng spat out bloody spit: "You know nothing."
The hundreds of disciples who were watching were all familiar with Wei Zhaomou, but no one was familiar with An Zheng. So almost all of them thought that An Zheng would not win and would lose quickly. Putting aside Wei Zhaomou's character, this guy's talent in cultivation is indeed terrifying.
"I have lost everything, but I also want to drag you to death. It's all because of you!"
There are too many swords of golden light, and they are so densely packed that it makes your scalp explode. No matter how An Zheng moved, the sword of golden light like a rainstorm followed him like a shadow. The sound of scratching on the ground was endless, and it took only a moment for the swords to be inserted. What is shocking is that these long swords actually exist and are not transformed by the power of cultivation.
"Yes, isn't it said that he will be escorted to the main hospital soon? It also says that he will definitely participate in the Four Sects and Three Lords Martial Arts Conference next year."
Where the instructor was sitting, someone nodded and said, "If this magical weapon spreads, I'm afraid many people will become red-eyed."
No one knew that he had activated an eight-fold counterattack.
An Zheng raised the heavy black ruler and threw it at Wei Zhangmou: "It's my turn!"
"An Zheng won't be able to handle this for long. After all, Wei Zaimou is also the best first-level disciple in our Intermediate Academy."
He suddenly stood up straight, pushed the black ruler with both hands and started to move forward. Wei Zhaomou's expression changed and he pushed forward with both hands. As the sword of golden light came in waves, there were countless black lights behind him like black dragons that circled around and attacked An Zheng.
Nuanyu, who was sitting a little further away, snorted coldly, and those people shut up immediately. There are really not many teachers in this middle school who have not been beaten by Nuan Yu. Everyone knows that this woman has a bad temper. Once she is offended, she doesn't care what the occasion will be.
In such a moment of life and death, he actually dared to do this.
The scene was like a waterfall hitting it head-on, all blocked by a heavy black ruler. And every time the sword of golden light hits the black heavy ruler, An Zheng will bear eight times the power of the sword of golden light.
When Wei Zhoumou saw the blood in An Zheng's mouth, his eyes turned contemptuous: "A trash like you is worthy of challenging me?"
No one knew that he had activated an eight-fold counterattack.
The power coming from the black heavy ruler is eight times the superposition of Wei Planning's power!
Mou Zhongping smiled and said: "People from our border army just won't back down."
As Wei Zhoumou shouted loudly, more swords of golden light fell from the sky. This time they not only fell straight from the top of the head, but also branched out and attacked An Zheng from all directions. An Zheng seemed to be surrounded by endless golden waves, and would be directly cut into pieces by the golden light in the next second.
Where the instructor was sitting, someone nodded and said, "If this magical weapon spreads, I'm afraid many people will become red-eyed."
"I think that Senior Brother Wang was also unconvinced and challenged Wei Planning, but he was beaten until he vomited blood and was bedridden for three months before he recovered. And since then, Senior Brother Wang's cultivation level has never improved. He himself did not want to say more. But we all guessed that Wei was so cruel that he destroyed his Dantian Qihai during the competition."
"It's just a small role. I really thought you were capable."
In such a moment of life and death, he actually dared to do this.
Mou Zhongping shook his head: "I don't know him any better than you do. But I also feel something is wrong. He shouldn't be so weak."
"That's right. His challenge is simply asking for death."
On the high platform, Wen Nuanyu's face looked a little ugly. She stood up and walked quickly to Mou Zhongping, squatted down and said in a low voice: "It seems something is wrong. Although An Zheng's cultivation level is lower than Wei Zhoumou's, it is not as good as the first contact." He was beaten until he vomited blood, what happened to him?”
"I have lost everything, but I also want to drag you to death. It's all because of you!"
Mou Zhongping shook his head: "I don't know him any better than you do. But I also feel something is wrong. He shouldn't be so weak."
In such a moment of life and death, he actually dared to do this.
Mou Zhongping shook his head: "I don't know him any better than you do. But I also feel something is wrong. He shouldn't be so weak."
"An Zheng won't be able to handle this for long. After all, Wei Zaimou is also the best first-level disciple in our Intermediate Academy."
Wei Zhoumou said: "I overestimated you. I really shouldn't have given you the face to accept your challenge. Did you feel very proud just now? Did you feel that my life has been ruined by you, and you have a sense of accomplishment?" ? Yes, I was really disappointed just now, and even despaired for a while. But now I suddenly understand... Hahaha, what does my grandfather's death have to do with me? With my talent, I will not die. Even without his care, I can still stand up. And you? Don’t you feel that you are being used by those insidious villains? "
The scene was like a waterfall hitting it head-on, all blocked by a heavy black ruler. And every time the sword of golden light hits the black heavy ruler, An Zheng will bear eight times the power of the sword of golden light.
Without the pupil technique and the thunder power of heaven, all An Zheng has left is the most ordinary power of cultivation. But in this ordinary world, An Zheng just wants to fight his way out.
Mou Zhongping smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
The old dean Dai Yuchou, who was sitting next to Mou Zhongping, squinted his eyes and smiled, seeming to appreciate it.
The scene was like a waterfall hitting it head-on, all blocked by a heavy black ruler. And every time the sword of golden light hits the black heavy ruler, An Zheng will bear eight times the power of the sword of golden light.
With a bang, the moment Wei Zhoumou's hands touched the black heavy ruler, his arms exploded, and his body was knocked away by the black heavy ruler like a cannonball. A few dozen meters away, his back hit the wall. It was the wall of the competition ground. With the blessing of the magic circle, the power below the Little Saint Realm could not break through it. But it would have been nice if he could break through. Wei Zhaomou's back hit the wall, and the black heavy ruler followed closely behind him and hit him in the chest with a bang, almost breaking him.
"An Zheng won't be able to handle this for long. After all, Wei Zaimou is also the best first-level disciple in our Intermediate Academy."
Under the bombardment of the Eighteen Thousand Golden Light Swords, An Zheng also activated eight times the counter-shock. If it were other practitioners at the same level as him, they would have been shattered by the force of the counter-shock. Even for An Zheng, the skin on his body has been cracked a lot, his shoulders are trembling, his lips are trembling, but the hand holding the black ruler no longer trembles.
He suddenly stood up straight, pushed the black ruler with both hands and started to move forward. Wei Zhaomou's expression changed and he pushed forward with both hands. As the sword of golden light came in waves, there were countless black lights behind him like black dragons that circled around and attacked An Zheng.
When Zhu Xiaojian revealed his identity as the Police Department, there was no possibility of a comeback. The higher the status of a person, the more deeply he knows the horror of the Police Department.
Under the bombardment of the Eighteen Thousand Golden Light Swords, An Zheng also activated eight times the counter-shock. If it were other practitioners at the same level as him, they would have been shattered by the force of the counter-shock. Even for An Zheng, the skin on his body has been cracked a lot, his shoulders are trembling, his lips are trembling, but the hand holding the black ruler no longer trembles.
Without the pupil technique and the thunder power of heaven, all An Zheng has left is the most ordinary power of cultivation. But in this ordinary world, An Zheng just wants to fight his way out.
"I have lost everything, but I also want to drag you to death. It's all because of you!"
An Zheng waved, and the heavy ruler flew back. He put the ruler on his back and turned around to leave.
Mou Zhongping smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
The scene was like a waterfall hitting it head-on, all blocked by a heavy black ruler. And every time the sword of golden light hits the black heavy ruler, An Zheng will bear eight times the power of the sword of golden light.
"I think that Senior Brother Wang was also unconvinced and challenged Wei Planning, but he was beaten until he vomited blood and was bedridden for three months before he recovered. And since then, Senior Brother Wang's cultivation level has never improved. He himself did not want to say more. But we all guessed that Wei was so cruel that he destroyed his Dantian Qihai during the competition."
The old dean snorted: "You still want to lie to me?"
Where the instructor was sitting, someone nodded and said, "If this magical weapon spreads, I'm afraid many people will become red-eyed."
Mou Zhongping shook his head: "I don't know him any better than you do. But I also feel something is wrong. He shouldn't be so weak."
With a cry, An Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
No one knew that he had activated an eight-fold counterattack.
"An Zheng won't be able to handle this for long. After all, Wei Zaimou is also the best first-level disciple in our Intermediate Academy."
Wei Zhaomou roared and rushed over, pointed his hand towards the sky, and then sharply lowered his hand to point at An Zheng. The clouds in the sky shook, and then thousands of golden lights pierced through the clouds like sharp swords, falling quickly towards An Zheng.
The scene was like a waterfall hitting it head-on, all blocked by a heavy black ruler. And every time the sword of golden light hits the black heavy ruler, An Zheng will bear eight times the power of the sword of golden light.
Gu Xiancheng, Wei's instructor, snorted coldly, stood up and walked away. For so many years, he had been favoring Wen Nuanyu in the academy because he trained Wei Zhoumou, but now, his pride was shattered by An Zheng.
"That's right. His challenge is simply asking for death."
Just as he was talking, An Zheng was knocked away by the endless sword of golden light. When he stood up with a black ruler in his hand, there was obviously blood in his mouth. There was red blood in the gaps between his white teeth. He grinned. It looked a little ferocious.
"It's over 10,000, but that's all."
"Those golden swords are actually made from the golden needles in the Thousand Machine Box. Legend has it that there are a total of eighteen thousand golden needles, and the more they go back, the more powerful they become. I don't know if that little guy can bear it."
Without the pupil technique and the thunder power of heaven, all An Zheng has left is the most ordinary power of cultivation. But in this ordinary world, An Zheng just wants to fight his way out.
"It's just a small role. I really thought you were capable."
With a cry, An Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Mr. Wen, if you don't stop him, your new disciple won't be able to hold on for long."
An Zheng waved, and the black heavy ruler appeared in front of him. Those angry dragon-like black lights bombarded the black heavy ruler. Amidst the banging sound, An Zheng's body was moved backwards by the impact.
[Extinction]
Sitting on the high wall, Xiang Wen threw the wine bottle aside and walked with his hands behind his back: "It's boring."
He suddenly stood up straight, pushed the black ruler with both hands and started to move forward. Wei Zhaomou's expression changed and he pushed forward with both hands. As the sword of golden light came in waves, there were countless black lights behind him like black dragons that circled around and attacked An Zheng.
An Zheng waved, and the heavy ruler flew back. He put the ruler on his back and turned around to leave.
With a cry, An Zheng spat out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
Xu Zhipao, who was squatting on the tower, also had bright eyes. Looking at An Zheng, he seemed to be seeing his future opponent. He wished he could rush forward and fight An Zheng right now. The surprise and shock in his eyes could not be concealed at all.
[Extinction]
"I have lost everything, but I also want to drag you to death. It's all because of you!"
Nuanyu, who was sitting a little further away, snorted coldly, and those people shut up immediately. There are really not many teachers in this middle school who have not been beaten by Nuan Yu. Everyone knows that this woman has a bad temper. Once she is offended, she doesn't care what the occasion will be.
Just as he was talking, An Zheng was knocked away by the endless sword of golden light. When he stood up with a black ruler in his hand, there was obviously blood in his mouth. There was red blood in the gaps between his white teeth. He grinned. It looked a little ferocious.
An Zheng seemed not to notice and continued to push the black ruler forward. His steps seemed extremely heavy, and the ground shook with each step he took.
"Wei Planning is the most vicious. Everyone knows this. I'm afraid An Zheng won't be able to stop him for long."
An Zheng grabbed the black heavy ruler in his right hand and rushed forward. The golden sword in front of him formed a raging river and struck towards him. An Zheng blocked the Heizhong Ruler in front of him. He was unable to move forward under the continuous impact of the Golden Light Sword. The power coming from the Heizhong Ruler made his arms tremble, and his feet moved backwards on the ground. .
An Zheng waved, and the heavy ruler flew back. He put the ruler on his back and turned around to leave.
"You bastard!"
"Mr. Wen, if you don't stop him, your new disciple won't be able to hold on for long."
"Not popular."
When Wei Zhoumou saw the blood in An Zheng's mouth, his eyes turned contemptuous: "A trash like you is worthy of challenging me?"
The number of golden swords was obviously reduced, but An Zheng was advancing faster and faster. And those black lights that circled around An Zheng's back and attacked An Zheng's back. An Zheng vomited blood one after another, but did not fall down. The bloodthirsty light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, like that of a wild beast.
"You bastard!"
"No matter how powerful the Thousand Machine Box is, it depends on the person who uses it. Wei Zhaomou has always been the most outstanding disciple of our Intermediate Academy. He has entered the Inner Academy many times to practice. There are only three people who can be on par with him. "
So when his life was completely despairing, Wei Zhaomou vented all his resentment and anger on An Zheng.
The number of golden swords was obviously reduced, but An Zheng was advancing faster and faster. And those black lights that circled around An Zheng's back and attacked An Zheng's back. An Zheng vomited blood one after another, but did not fall down. The bloodthirsty light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, like that of a wild beast.
Xu Zhipao, who was squatting on the tower, also had bright eyes. Looking at An Zheng, he seemed to be seeing his future opponent. He wished he could rush forward and fight An Zheng right now. The surprise and shock in his eyes could not be concealed at all.
"Wei Planning is the most vicious. Everyone knows this. I'm afraid An Zheng won't be able to stop him for long."
The black heavy ruler moved extremely fast, so incredibly fast that Wei Zaimou had no time to avoid it, nor could he react at all. He only had time to push forward with both hands to block the black heavy ruler.
Gu Xiancheng, Wei's instructor, snorted coldly, stood up and walked away. For so many years, he had been favoring Wen Nuanyu in the academy because he trained Wei Zhoumou, but now, his pride was shattered by An Zheng.
"You bastard!"
So when his life was completely despairing, Wei Zhaomou vented all his resentment and anger on An Zheng.
Under the bombardment of the Eighteen Thousand Golden Light Swords, An Zheng also activated eight times the counter-shock. If it were other practitioners at the same level as him, they would have been shattered by the force of the counter-shock. Even for An Zheng, the skin on his body has been cracked a lot, his shoulders are trembling, his lips are trembling, but the hand holding the black ruler no longer trembles.
Ping Ce pinched the chin of a beautiful girl, took one look at her and smiled: "Wei's plan is over."
The old dean sat on the chair, squinted his eyes and said to Mou Zhongping: "I think Wei Sun was also a high-spirited person back then, walking around the world to punish evil and promote good, but I don't know why he became like this after getting old. Qianji There are a thousand variations of the box, and the person who made this magical weapon can be called a master of the previous generation. "
"Wei Planning is the most vicious. Everyone knows this. I'm afraid An Zheng won't be able to stop him for long."
An Zheng raised the heavy black ruler and threw it at Wei Zhangmou: "It's my turn!"
Sitting on the high wall, Xiang Wen threw the wine bottle aside and walked with his hands behind his back: "It's boring."
"Yes, isn't it said that he will be escorted to the main hospital soon? It also says that he will definitely participate in the Four Sects and Three Lords Martial Arts Conference next year."
"Wei Planning is the most vicious. Everyone knows this. I'm afraid An Zheng won't be able to stop him for long."
He suddenly stood up straight, pushed the black ruler with both hands and started to move forward. Wei Zhaomou's expression changed and he pushed forward with both hands. As the sword of golden light came in waves, there were countless black lights behind him like black dragons that circled around and attacked An Zheng.
When Zhu Xiaojian revealed his identity as the Police Department, there was no possibility of a comeback. The higher the status of a person, the more deeply he knows the horror of the Police Department.
"It's just a small role. I really thought you were capable."
Everyone stood there stunned, unable to understand why it ended like this. It was obviously An Zheng who was being suppressed and beaten, so why did An Zheng win
Where the instructor was sitting, someone nodded and said, "If this magical weapon spreads, I'm afraid many people will become red-eyed."
"That's right. His challenge is simply asking for death."
An Zheng raised the heavy black ruler and threw it at Wei Zhangmou: "It's my turn!"
"Yes, isn't it said that he will be escorted to the main hospital soon? It also says that he will definitely participate in the Four Sects and Three Lords Martial Arts Conference next year."
Just as he was talking, An Zheng was knocked away by the endless sword of golden light. When he stood up with a black ruler in his hand, there was obviously blood in his mouth. There was red blood in the gaps between his white teeth. He grinned. It looked a little ferocious.
The old dean snorted: "You still want to lie to me?"
"Mr. Wen, if you don't stop him, your new disciple won't be able to hold on for long."
As Wei Zhoumou shouted loudly, more swords of golden light fell from the sky. This time they not only fell straight from the top of the head, but also branched out and attacked An Zheng from all directions. An Zheng seemed to be surrounded by endless golden waves, and would be directly cut into pieces by the golden light in the next second.
The black heavy ruler moved extremely fast, so incredibly fast that Wei Zaimou had no time to avoid it, nor could he react at all. He only had time to push forward with both hands to block the black heavy ruler.
Just as he was talking, An Zheng was knocked away by the endless sword of golden light. When he stood up with a black ruler in his hand, there was obviously blood in his mouth. There was red blood in the gaps between his white teeth. He grinned. It looked a little ferocious.
Mou Zhongping shook his head: "I don't know him any better than you do. But I also feel something is wrong. He shouldn't be so weak."
"It's just a small role. I really thought you were capable."
The number of golden swords was obviously reduced, but An Zheng was advancing faster and faster. And those black lights that circled around An Zheng's back and attacked An Zheng's back. An Zheng vomited blood one after another, but did not fall down. The bloodthirsty light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, like that of a wild beast.
Nuan Yuyu shouted excitedly from the high platform, her movements were too big, and her chest was filled with waves...
An Zheng waved, and the heavy ruler flew back. He put the ruler on his back and turned around to leave.
With a bang, the moment Wei Zhoumou's hands touched the black heavy ruler, his arms exploded, and his body was knocked away by the black heavy ruler like a cannonball. A few dozen meters away, his back hit the wall. It was the wall of the competition ground. With the blessing of the magic circle, the power below the Little Saint Realm could not break through it. But it would have been nice if he could break through. Wei Zhaomou's back hit the wall, and the black heavy ruler followed closely behind him and hit him in the chest with a bang, almost breaking him.
"Mr. Wen, if you don't stop him, your new disciple won't be able to hold on for long."
"An Zheng won't be able to handle this for long. After all, Wei Zaimou is also the best first-level disciple in our Intermediate Academy."
Wei Zhoumou vomited a large mouthful of blood and felt that all his ribs might be broken. He was caught between the black ruler and the wall, and he couldn't move at all. An Zheng, who was standing dozens of meters away, raised his hand and pushed in the air, and the black heavy ruler moved forward a little. Wei Zhaomou screamed in pain, and then began to plead crazily: "I give up! I give up!" Don’t kill me... Ahem, I don’t want to die yet, don’t kill me.”
Xu Zhipao, who was squatting on the tower, also had bright eyes. Looking at An Zheng, he seemed to be seeing his future opponent. He wished he could rush forward and fight An Zheng right now. The surprise and shock in his eyes could not be concealed at all.
Without the pupil technique and the thunder power of heaven, all An Zheng has left is the most ordinary power of cultivation. But in this ordinary world, An Zheng just wants to fight his way out.
Just as he was talking, An Zheng was knocked away by the endless sword of golden light. When he stood up with a black ruler in his hand, there was obviously blood in his mouth. There was red blood in the gaps between his white teeth. He grinned. It looked a little ferocious.
"I have lost everything, but I also want to drag you to death. It's all because of you!"
In such a moment of life and death, he actually dared to do this.
Where the instructor was sitting, someone nodded and said, "If this magical weapon spreads, I'm afraid many people will become red-eyed."
"It's over 10,000, but that's all."
The black heavy ruler moved extremely fast, so incredibly fast that Wei Zaimou had no time to avoid it, nor could he react at all. He only had time to push forward with both hands to block the black heavy ruler.
An Zheng waved, and the heavy ruler flew back. He put the ruler on his back and turned around to leave.
"No matter how powerful the Thousand Machine Box is, it depends on the person who uses it. Wei Zhaomou has always been the most outstanding disciple of our Intermediate Academy. He has entered the Inner Academy many times to practice. There are only three people who can be on par with him. "
Ping Ce pinched the chin of a beautiful girl, took one look at her and smiled: "Wei's plan is over."
"Those golden swords are actually made from the golden needles in the Thousand Machine Box. Legend has it that there are a total of eighteen thousand golden needles, and the more they go back, the more powerful they become. I don't know if that little guy can bear it."
"Using this ruler to kill you is an act of blasphemy against the ruler. You are not worthy of it."
"Those golden swords are actually made from the golden needles in the Thousand Machine Box. Legend has it that there are a total of eighteen thousand golden needles, and the more they go back, the more powerful they become. I don't know if that little guy can bear it."
Nuan Yuyu shouted excitedly from the high platform, her movements were too big, and her chest was filled with waves...
Everyone stood there stunned, unable to understand why it ended like this. It was obviously An Zheng who was being suppressed and beaten, so why did An Zheng win
"Wei Planning is the most vicious. Everyone knows this. I'm afraid An Zheng won't be able to stop him for long."
"No matter how powerful the Thousand Machine Box is, it depends on the person who uses it. Wei Zhaomou has always been the most outstanding disciple of our Intermediate Academy. He has entered the Inner Academy many times to practice. There are only three people who can be on par with him. "
The middle-aged man sitting next to Nuanyu had a livid face and was obviously very angry. He is Wei Zhaomou's disciple, and he is a very important person in the Intermediate Court... Gu Xiancheng.
Sitting on the high wall, Xiang Wen threw the wine bottle aside and walked with his hands behind his back: "It's boring."
"I have lost everything, but I also want to drag you to death. It's all because of you!"
Nuan Yuyu shouted excitedly from the high platform, her movements were too big, and her chest was filled with waves...
"I think that Senior Brother Wang was also unconvinced and challenged Wei Planning, but he was beaten until he vomited blood and was bedridden for three months before he recovered. And since then, Senior Brother Wang's cultivation level has never improved. He himself did not want to say more. But we all guessed that Wei was so cruel that he destroyed his Dantian Qihai during the competition."
An Zheng raised the heavy black ruler and threw it at Wei Zhangmou: "It's my turn!"
Gu Xiancheng, Wei's instructor, snorted coldly, stood up and walked away. For so many years, he had been favoring Wen Nuanyu in the academy because he trained Wei Zhoumou, but now, his pride was shattered by An Zheng.
The scene was like a waterfall hitting it head-on, all blocked by a heavy black ruler. And every time the sword of golden light hits the black heavy ruler, An Zheng will bear eight times the power of the sword of golden light.
Xu Zhipao, who was squatting on the tower, also had bright eyes. Looking at An Zheng, he seemed to be seeing his future opponent. He wished he could rush forward and fight An Zheng right now. The surprise and shock in his eyes could not be concealed at all.
Under the bombardment of the Eighteen Thousand Golden Light Swords, An Zheng also activated eight times the counter-shock. If it were other practitioners at the same level as him, they would have been shattered by the force of the counter-shock. Even for An Zheng, the skin on his body has been cracked a lot, his shoulders are trembling, his lips are trembling, but the hand holding the black ruler no longer trembles.
Without the pupil technique and the thunder power of heaven, all An Zheng has left is the most ordinary power of cultivation. But in this ordinary world, An Zheng just wants to fight his way out.
Nuan Yuyu shouted excitedly from the high platform, her movements were too big, and her chest was filled with waves...
Just as he was talking, An Zheng was knocked away by the endless sword of golden light. When he stood up with a black ruler in his hand, there was obviously blood in his mouth. There was red blood in the gaps between his white teeth. He grinned. It looked a little ferocious.
Wei Zhoumou said: "I overestimated you. I really shouldn't have given you the face to accept your challenge. Did you feel very proud just now? Did you feel that my life has been ruined by you, and you have a sense of accomplishment?" ? Yes, I was really disappointed just now, and even despaired for a while. But now I suddenly understand... Hahaha, what does my grandfather's death have to do with me? With my talent, I will not die. Even without his care, I can still stand up. And you? Don’t you feel that you are being used by those insidious villains? "
Nuan Yuyu shouted excitedly from the high platform, her movements were too big, and her chest was filled with waves...
Mou Zhongping smiled and said: "People from our border army just won't back down."
On the high platform, Wen Nuanyu's face looked a little ugly. She stood up and walked quickly to Mou Zhongping, squatted down and said in a low voice: "It seems something is wrong. Although An Zheng's cultivation level is lower than Wei Zhoumou's, it is not as good as the first contact." He was beaten until he vomited blood, what happened to him?”
Xu Zhipao, who was squatting on the tower, also had bright eyes. Looking at An Zheng, he seemed to be seeing his future opponent. He wished he could rush forward and fight An Zheng right now. The surprise and shock in his eyes could not be concealed at all.