An Zheng got off Du's thin back, stood upright with difficulty, and took a deep breath to make himself look less weak. But even when he stood up straight, his body was swaying and coughing. He was so sick that it made people feel a little distressed.
"Why bother?"
Du Shoushou hummed and walked towards the area he was assigned to. When he was halfway there, he turned back and looked at An Zheng worriedly. An Zheng nodded slightly and smiled, his face pale and his eyes bright.
An Zheng was the last person to participate in the sixth primary election, so once he passed the test, he would then face a one-on-one competition with other disciples who passed the primary election. In his current state, he would definitely die in a fight.
Before An Zheng could speak, a third-level disciple who had passed the preliminary examination stepped over and clasped his fists towards An Zheng: "Academy disciple Cheng Dahai is willing to ask Senior Brother An Zheng for advice."
"Don't be anxious, walk slowly, everyone is waiting for you!"
The instructor reached out to help An Zheng, but An Zheng paused slightly to express his refusal, took a deep breath, and continued to move forward step by step.
But An Zheng avoided it.
Qu Xiangnuan glanced at the viewing platform with an apologetic look, and then announced helplessly: "An Zheng can enter the second round."
Senior brother An Caichen couldn't come over quickly and pulled An Zheng's clothes: "Don't go."
An Zheng replied calmly: "I have too little time and too few opportunities. I dare not waste a second or even a single time."
Cheng Dahai was not Qu Xiangnuan's disciple, and this incident also surprised Qu Xiangnuan. While everyone was cursing and ridiculing Cheng Dahai, he felt a little happy. This idiot risked the disapproval of the world to challenge An Zheng, so that the disciple who had no need to worry was exposed. At this time, as long as An Zheng is willing to take action, the injury will inevitably worsen.
"That's right, how can a dignified practitioner be so shameless?"
"How... how is it possible?"
A teacher responsible for maintaining order came over and looked at An Zheng, and asked in a worried tone: "Is it possible? Don't force it."
"Don't be anxious, walk slowly, everyone is waiting for you!"
That's not because An Zheng can still fight, it's just because of An Zheng's prediction!
An Zheng shook his head: "I still want to go."
"Nine stars!"
"An Zheng, everyone knows you are a man. Don't fight. It's just a matter of waiting for two months."
Qin Zhi looked helpless: "This is the first time I've met someone crazier than me."
Qin Zhi looked helpless: "This is the first time I've met someone crazier than me."
There are always many unavoidable things in life, and An Zheng seems to have encountered more unavoidable things than others. Qu Xiangnuan looks like a very gentle person, with no sinister look in his eyes, only kindness.
"That's right, how can a dignified practitioner be so shameless?"
An Zheng nodded: "Sir, please give me a question."
"Don't be anxious, walk slowly, everyone is waiting for you!"
Fang Tanzhi's only female disciple, Zhuang Shuize, stood leaning against the doorpost and said nonchalantly: "Just let him go. I don't believe it. Even if your husband is not here, you can still let our junior brother die here." It won’t work in the future.”
Cheng Dahai said: "I won't let you win. Although I don't know you, I can't stand the filth of those people. I'm going to use my strength to repel you with the power of my cultivation."
Cheng Dahai was not Qu Xiangnuan's disciple, and this incident also surprised Qu Xiangnuan. While everyone was cursing and ridiculing Cheng Dahai, he felt a little happy. This idiot risked the disapproval of the world to challenge An Zheng, so that the disciple who had no need to worry was exposed. At this time, as long as An Zheng is willing to take action, the injury will inevitably worsen.
The moment Cheng Dahai was stunned, he saw An Zheng raise his hand unsteadily, and a huge black heavy ruler instantly appeared in his hand. An Zheng couldn't support the eight-fold black ruler, and he didn't want to. The moment Hei Zhongchi fell, An Zheng used the power of Hei Zhongchi's fall to throw himself out.
An Zheng got off Du's thin back, stood upright with difficulty, and took a deep breath to make himself look less weak. But even when he stood up straight, his body was swaying and coughing. He was so sick that it made people feel a little distressed.
Da Lie smiled and patted Du Shou's shoulder: "You go too, don't embarrass Ningmu Pavilion."
An Zheng put his hand on the nine-star platform and immediately lit up the nine stars, shining brightly. But at this moment, An Zheng's expression turned even darker... because it wasn't him who lit it up at all. Immediately after, several shining words appeared on the other side of the Nine-Star Platform... Seventh Grade Little Saint Realm.
Every time before he punched, An Zheng had already made the most correct judgment and then reacted. It was a kind of experience accumulated after countless battles. If it were anyone else, An Zheng would have been hit hundreds of times in his current state.
The teacher nodded and left quickly.
"Why bother?"
Cheng Dahai wanted to say something else, but Qu Xiangnuan had already said: "Since both parties have no objections, and An Zheng has accepted the challenge, let's begin. Follow the rules until the end, and the winner will be determined regardless of life or death."
Du Shoushou hummed and walked towards the area he was assigned to. When he was halfway there, he turned back and looked at An Zheng worriedly. An Zheng nodded slightly and smiled, his face pale and his eyes bright.
"Don't be anxious, walk slowly, everyone is waiting for you!"
There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, with some praising and others ridiculing. Some people say that An Zheng is a real man, and some people say that An Zheng is a fool and an idiot. Some people say that An Zheng is simply a role model for his disciples, while others say that An Zheng is simply a lunatic.
He walked step by step, walking very slowly, and each step seemed to be extremely important to him. His feet were almost grazing the ground and moving forward, which meant that he couldn't lift them up at all.
Every time before he punched, An Zheng had already made the most correct judgment and then reacted. It was a kind of experience accumulated after countless battles. If it were anyone else, An Zheng would have been hit hundreds of times in his current state.
"How... how is it possible?"
Qu Xiangnuan looked at An Zheng and said, "Are you okay? If you feel that you can't do it, you can go back now."
Cheng Dahai shook his head, took a breath, and then pressed down with his hands.
A teacher responsible for maintaining order came over and looked at An Zheng, and asked in a worried tone: "Is it possible? Don't force it."
A mighty force pressed down from mid-air, like a mountain of ten thousand tons. His strength was already at the peak of the sixth level of the Little Saint Realm. With his current abundant cultivation power, he wanted to defeat anyone without even a trace of cultivation power. The battle for peace is simply a piece of cake. If this power of cultivation were to drop, An Zheng would definitely be crushed and unable to move.
Everyone could see that as long as An Zheng exerted his strength, Cheng Dahai would definitely die.
"Can you still hold on like this?"
However, An Zheng cannot exert his strength. However, Cheng Dahai really felt that An Zheng's fingers were pressing against his neck, and he clearly needed his help to stand firm.
Cheng Dahai walked up to An Zheng, clasped his fists and leaned over. As he bent down, he lowered his voice and said, "Junior Brother An Zheng, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have challenged you. It's just that I accidentally heard a few people whispering just now. They want to take advantage of this promotion to kill you. If it is their turn to challenge you, they will definitely kill you while you are injured. So I will come up first. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I will only kill you. I need to defeat you to make you quit, and you can be safer. I will bear this reputation."
The instructor reached out to help An Zheng, but An Zheng paused slightly to express his refusal, took a deep breath, and continued to move forward step by step.
His body is like a fallen leaf with no strength, but it is very fast. He floated in front of Cheng Dahai and put his fingers on Cheng Dahai's neck.
An Zheng smiled as an answer.
Cheng Dahai shook his head, took a breath, and then pressed down with his hands.
Du Shoushou hummed and walked towards the area he was assigned to. When he was halfway there, he turned back and looked at An Zheng worriedly. An Zheng nodded slightly and smiled, his face pale and his eyes bright.
Qin Zhi looked helpless: "This is the first time I've met someone crazier than me."
An Zheng got off Du's thin back, stood upright with difficulty, and took a deep breath to make himself look less weak. But even when he stood up straight, his body was swaying and coughing. He was so sick that it made people feel a little distressed.
"Why bother?"
"Idiot, it's a waste to participate like this."
"Nine stars!"
There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, with some praising and others ridiculing. Some people say that An Zheng is a real man, and some people say that An Zheng is a fool and an idiot. Some people say that An Zheng is simply a role model for his disciples, while others say that An Zheng is simply a lunatic.
"Nine stars!"
Cheng Dahai was not Qu Xiangnuan's disciple, and this incident also surprised Qu Xiangnuan. While everyone was cursing and ridiculing Cheng Dahai, he felt a little happy. This idiot risked the disapproval of the world to challenge An Zheng, so that the disciple who had no need to worry was exposed. At this time, as long as An Zheng is willing to take action, the injury will inevitably worsen.
Cheng Dahai said: "I won't let you win. Although I don't know you, I can't stand the filth of those people. I'm going to use my strength to repel you with the power of my cultivation."
Cheng Dahai walked up to An Zheng, clasped his fists and leaned over. As he bent down, he lowered his voice and said, "Junior Brother An Zheng, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have challenged you. It's just that I accidentally heard a few people whispering just now. They want to take advantage of this promotion to kill you. If it is their turn to challenge you, they will definitely kill you while you are injured. So I will come up first. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I will only kill you. I need to defeat you to make you quit, and you can be safer. I will bear this reputation."
An Zheng shook his head: "I still want to go."
An Zheng clasped his fists and leaned forward: "Thank you all, two months is very short, but I... really can't afford to wait."
But An Zheng avoided it.
Everyone could see that as long as An Zheng exerted his strength, Cheng Dahai would definitely die.
But no matter how different everyone's words are, or even tit for tat, there is one thing that everyone agrees on, and that is that no matter how stubborn and strong An Zheng seems... he was also eliminated today.
"Concession, senior brother... I'm sorry, I can't lose."
"Don't give up, but don't force it either."
An Zheng nodded: "Sir, please give me a question."
The instructor reached out to help An Zheng, but An Zheng paused slightly to express his refusal, took a deep breath, and continued to move forward step by step.
"shameless!"
He stood up straight and cupped his fists towards Cheng Dahai: "Please."
Cheng Dahai no longer remembered how many punches he had thrown. He could knock An Zheng down as long as he touched him, but he just couldn't hit him. An Zheng seemed to be falling down at any moment, but he was always able to dodge at the most dangerous moment.
"This is really shameless to the extreme. Damn, I will definitely beat him up when I see him next time."
Qu Xiangnuan said, "Okay, I'll just try to make it as difficult as possible."
The instructor reached out to help An Zheng, but An Zheng paused slightly to express his refusal, took a deep breath, and continued to move forward step by step.
Tang Xianxu nodded: "That's good."
An Zheng got off Du's thin back, stood upright with difficulty, and took a deep breath to make himself look less weak. But even when he stood up straight, his body was swaying and coughing. He was so sick that it made people feel a little distressed.
Among the twelve areas, An Zheng was divided into the sixth area, which was not far apart. When I walked over, all the disciples who had participated in the primary election had finished. The requirements for the primary election are not very strict, and all third-level disciples can participate. Twelve teachers will select one hundred and twenty out of more than three hundred third-level disciples to participate in the re-election.
An Zheng walked very slowly, and many people stood on both sides of the aisle looking at him.
Cheng Dahai no longer remembered how many punches he had thrown. He could knock An Zheng down as long as he touched him, but he just couldn't hit him. An Zheng seemed to be falling down at any moment, but he was always able to dodge at the most dangerous moment.
Twelve venues, one hundred and twenty people, and the remaining ten people were promoted to second-level disciples.
"Don't give up, but don't force it either."
The moment Cheng Dahai was stunned, he saw An Zheng raise his hand unsteadily, and a huge black heavy ruler instantly appeared in his hand. An Zheng couldn't support the eight-fold black ruler, and he didn't want to. The moment Hei Zhongchi fell, An Zheng used the power of Hei Zhongchi's fall to throw himself out.
"This man is so shameless. Everyone knows that An Zheng was injured before and couldn't fight. He was the first to challenge An Zheng. It's so fucking shameless."
At this moment, another teacher hurried over and whispered in Qu Xiangnuan's ear: "The Vice-President said that An Zheng is not feeling well, so we should not let him continue to participate."
An Zheng walked very slowly, and many people stood on both sides of the aisle looking at him.
"Concession, senior brother... I'm sorry, I can't lose."
But An Zheng was unwilling to give up. He walked slowly to the Nine Star Platform and put his hand on it.
"Idiot, it's a waste to participate like this."
"This is really shameless to the extreme. Damn, I will definitely beat him up when I see him next time."
That teaching is exactly Qu Xiangnuan.
Qin Zhi looked helpless: "This is the first time I've met someone crazier than me."
But no matter how different everyone's words are, or even tit for tat, there is one thing that everyone agrees on, and that is that no matter how stubborn and strong An Zheng seems... he was also eliminated today.
Du Shoushou hummed and walked towards the area he was assigned to. When he was halfway there, he turned back and looked at An Zheng worriedly. An Zheng nodded slightly and smiled, his face pale and his eyes bright.
Cheng Dahai shook his head, took a breath, and then pressed down with his hands.
"That's right, how can a dignified practitioner be so shameless?"
"It's not that he wants to stand out, I would say he's just pretending. Either he's trying to gain a reputation so that the professor and the dean will remember him, or he's just pretending."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of exclamation from the sixth field.
"The preliminary selection is simple. As long as you place your hand on the nine-star platform over there, your talent reaches five stars or above, and your cultivation reaches the minor saint realm, you can participate."
An Zheng shook his head, forced himself to stand, then retracted his hand and cupped his fists.
An Zheng smiled as an answer.
"Concession, senior brother... I'm sorry, I can't lose."
Some people applauded An Zheng and raised their thumbs: "An Zheng, come on!"
"That's right, how can a dignified practitioner be so shameless?"
An Zheng was the last person to participate in the sixth primary election, so once he passed the test, he would then face a one-on-one competition with other disciples who passed the primary election. In his current state, he would definitely die in a fight.
Da Lie smiled and patted Du Shou's shoulder: "You go too, don't embarrass Ningmu Pavilion."
"This is really shameless to the extreme. Damn, I will definitely beat him up when I see him next time."
On the other side of the viewing platform, the returning instructor lowered his voice in Tang Xianxu's ear and said, "There shouldn't be any problem. An Zheng doesn't have the slightest power to cultivate, so it's impossible to light up the Nine Star Platform."
"Don't be anxious, walk slowly, everyone is waiting for you!"
An Zheng ignored those who ridiculed him and smiled at those who encouraged him.
"Yes, sir."
"Shh!"
Some people applauded An Zheng and raised their thumbs: "An Zheng, come on!"
Cheng Dahai began to exert force, punching faster than the last, but he still refused to use the power of cultivation. He just wanted to knock An Zheng down and declare An Zheng defeated. His movements were wide and fast, like a storm. And An Zheng's slightly thin body was like a small boat on the river in a storm. No matter how strong the wind or the waves, it just floated there and refused to sink.
There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, with some praising and others ridiculing. Some people say that An Zheng is a real man, and some people say that An Zheng is a fool and an idiot. Some people say that An Zheng is simply a role model for his disciples, while others say that An Zheng is simply a lunatic.
"Don't give up, but don't force it either."
On the other side of the viewing platform, the returning instructor lowered his voice in Tang Xianxu's ear and said, "There shouldn't be any problem. An Zheng doesn't have the slightest power to cultivate, so it's impossible to light up the Nine Star Platform."
But no matter how different everyone's words are, or even tit for tat, there is one thing that everyone agrees on, and that is that no matter how stubborn and strong An Zheng seems... he was also eliminated today.
But An Zheng was unwilling to give up. He walked slowly to the Nine Star Platform and put his hand on it.
At the moment when the fist was about to hit An Zheng, An Zheng took half a step to the side with great difficulty, barely avoiding the punch. Cheng Dahai was stunned for a moment, then said with a wry smile why bother, but An Zheng just shook his head slightly.
"shameless!"
An Zheng ignored those who ridiculed him and smiled at those who encouraged him.
An Zheng got off Du's thin back, stood upright with difficulty, and took a deep breath to make himself look less weak. But even when he stood up straight, his body was swaying and coughing. He was so sick that it made people feel a little distressed.
Cheng Dahai no longer remembered how many punches he had thrown. He could knock An Zheng down as long as he touched him, but he just couldn't hit him. An Zheng seemed to be falling down at any moment, but he was always able to dodge at the most dangerous moment.
An Zheng shook his head, forced himself to stand, then retracted his hand and cupped his fists.
"Idiot, it's a waste to participate like this."
Tang Xianxu nodded: "That's good."
There are always many unavoidable things in life, and An Zheng seems to have encountered more unavoidable things than others. Qu Xiangnuan looks like a very gentle person, with no sinister look in his eyes, only kindness.
A teacher responsible for maintaining order came over and looked at An Zheng, and asked in a worried tone: "Is it possible? Don't force it."
"That's right, how can a dignified practitioner be so shameless?"
Finally reaching the middle of the competition arena, he clasped his fists slightly towards the instructor sitting opposite.
Cheng Dahai no longer remembered how many punches he had thrown. He could knock An Zheng down as long as he touched him, but he just couldn't hit him. An Zheng seemed to be falling down at any moment, but he was always able to dodge at the most dangerous moment.
Cheng Dahai shook his head, took a breath, and then pressed down with his hands.
Cheng Dahai said: "I won't let you win. Although I don't know you, I can't stand the filth of those people. I'm going to use my strength to repel you with the power of my cultivation."
But no matter how different everyone's words are, or even tit for tat, there is one thing that everyone agrees on, and that is that no matter how stubborn and strong An Zheng seems... he was also eliminated today.
Qin Zhi looked helpless: "This is the first time I've met someone crazier than me."
That teaching is exactly Qu Xiangnuan.
"Well, as one of today's judges, I must respect the will of every disciple. If you think it's okay, then I will start the test."
"It's actually Nine Stars!"
At this moment, another teacher hurried over and whispered in Qu Xiangnuan's ear: "The Vice-President said that An Zheng is not feeling well, so we should not let him continue to participate."
There are always many unavoidable things in life, and An Zheng seems to have encountered more unavoidable things than others. Qu Xiangnuan looks like a very gentle person, with no sinister look in his eyes, only kindness.
Qu Xiangnuan looked at An Zheng and said, "Are you okay? If you feel that you can't do it, you can go back now."
He stood up straight and cupped his fists towards Cheng Dahai: "Please."
He stood up straight and cupped his fists towards Cheng Dahai: "Please."
An Zheng nodded: "Sir, please give me a question."
The teacher nodded and left quickly.
"It's not that he wants to stand out, I would say he's just pretending. Either he's trying to gain a reputation so that the professor and the dean will remember him, or he's just pretending."
"Can you still hold on like this?"
An Zheng shook his head, forced himself to stand, then retracted his hand and cupped his fists.
Da Lie smiled and patted Du Shou's shoulder: "You go too, don't embarrass Ningmu Pavilion."
Twelve venues, one hundred and twenty people, and the remaining ten people were promoted to second-level disciples.
That teaching is exactly Qu Xiangnuan.
"Yes, sir."
Senior brother An Caichen couldn't come over quickly and pulled An Zheng's clothes: "Don't go."
"The preliminary selection is simple. As long as you place your hand on the nine-star platform over there, your talent reaches five stars or above, and your cultivation reaches the minor saint realm, you can participate."
"It's actually Nine Stars!"
A mighty force pressed down from mid-air, like a mountain of ten thousand tons. His strength was already at the peak of the sixth level of the Little Saint Realm. With his current abundant cultivation power, he wanted to defeat anyone without even a trace of cultivation power. The battle for peace is simply a piece of cake. If this power of cultivation were to drop, An Zheng would definitely be crushed and unable to move.
Twelve venues, one hundred and twenty people, and the remaining ten people were promoted to second-level disciples.
The instructor reached out to help An Zheng, but An Zheng paused slightly to express his refusal, took a deep breath, and continued to move forward step by step.
Cheng Dahai took a step back and looked into An Zheng's eyes: "Why bother?"
"Well, as one of today's judges, I must respect the will of every disciple. If you think it's okay, then I will start the test."
His body is like a fallen leaf with no strength, but it is very fast. He floated in front of Cheng Dahai and put his fingers on Cheng Dahai's neck.
But An Zheng avoided it.
Before An Zheng could speak, a third-level disciple who had passed the preliminary examination stepped over and clasped his fists towards An Zheng: "Academy disciple Cheng Dahai is willing to ask Senior Brother An Zheng for advice."
An Zheng nodded: "Sir, please give me a question."
An Zheng ignored those who ridiculed him and smiled at those who encouraged him.
However, An Zheng did not fall.
"How... how is it possible?"
An Zheng replied calmly: "I have too little time and too few opportunities. I dare not waste a second or even a single time."
An Zheng got off Du's thin back, stood upright with difficulty, and took a deep breath to make himself look less weak. But even when he stood up straight, his body was swaying and coughing. He was so sick that it made people feel a little distressed.
At this moment, another teacher hurried over and whispered in Qu Xiangnuan's ear: "The Vice-President said that An Zheng is not feeling well, so we should not let him continue to participate."
"How... how is it possible?"
An Zheng was stunned for a moment and clasped his fists: "Thank you, senior brother, but... I won't give up."
Qu Xiangnuan said, "Okay, I'll just try to make it as difficult as possible."
An Zheng put his hand on the nine-star platform and immediately lit up the nine stars, shining brightly. But at this moment, An Zheng's expression turned even darker... because it wasn't him who lit it up at all. Immediately after, several shining words appeared on the other side of the Nine-Star Platform... Seventh Grade Little Saint Realm.
A teacher responsible for maintaining order came over and looked at An Zheng, and asked in a worried tone: "Is it possible? Don't force it."
The teacher nodded and left quickly.
An Zheng walked very slowly, and many people stood on both sides of the aisle looking at him.
"Idiot, it's a waste to participate like this."
As soon as Cheng Dahai finished speaking, a burst of boos broke out among the disciples who were watching. Even those who were not convinced by An Zheng felt that Cheng Dahai was going too far. Because there is a rule that as long as a disciple has passed the primary election, he cannot refuse the opponent's challenge during the re-election. Once rejected, it is considered as giving up.
"The preliminary selection is simple. As long as you place your hand on the nine-star platform over there, your talent reaches five stars or above, and your cultivation reaches the minor saint realm, you can participate."
This is not the state of peace at all!
A teacher responsible for maintaining order came over and looked at An Zheng, and asked in a worried tone: "Is it possible? Don't force it."
This was quite fair. He didn't ask any questions and smiled so kindly that even An Zheng didn't feel the slightest bit threatened. But An Zheng was a little worried. The power of cultivation in his body could not be gathered at all. Without the power of cultivation, how could he make the Nine Star Platform light up? How could he possibly show what level he was at
"An Zheng, stop fighting!"
Cheng Dahai took a step back and looked into An Zheng's eyes: "Why bother?"
Tang Xianxu nodded: "That's good."
Du Shoushou hummed and walked towards the area he was assigned to. When he was halfway there, he turned back and looked at An Zheng worriedly. An Zheng nodded slightly and smiled, his face pale and his eyes bright.
Qu Xiangnuan looked at An Zheng and said, "Are you okay? If you feel that you can't do it, you can go back now."
But An Zheng was unwilling to give up. He walked slowly to the Nine Star Platform and put his hand on it.
Qin Zhi looked helpless: "This is the first time I've met someone crazier than me."
An Zheng replied calmly: "I have too little time and too few opportunities. I dare not waste a second or even a single time."
Cheng Dahai began to exert force, punching faster than the last, but he still refused to use the power of cultivation. He just wanted to knock An Zheng down and declare An Zheng defeated. His movements were wide and fast, like a storm. And An Zheng's slightly thin body was like a small boat on the river in a storm. No matter how strong the wind or the waves, it just floated there and refused to sink.
On the other side of the viewing platform, the returning instructor lowered his voice in Tang Xianxu's ear and said, "There shouldn't be any problem. An Zheng doesn't have the slightest power to cultivate, so it's impossible to light up the Nine Star Platform."
An Zheng was the last person to participate in the sixth primary election, so once he passed the test, he would then face a one-on-one competition with other disciples who passed the primary election. In his current state, he would definitely die in a fight.
Cheng Dahai shook his head, took a breath, and then pressed down with his hands.
Tang Xianxu nodded: "That's good."
"It's actually Nine Stars!"
"How... how is it possible?"
Finally reaching the middle of the competition arena, he clasped his fists slightly towards the instructor sitting opposite.
Finally reaching the middle of the competition arena, he clasped his fists slightly towards the instructor sitting opposite.
This is not the state of peace at all!
That's not because An Zheng can still fight, it's just because of An Zheng's prediction!
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of exclamation from the sixth field.
An Zheng: "I still won't give up."
Tang Xianxu nodded: "That's good."
"Idiot, it's a waste to participate like this."
A teacher responsible for maintaining order came over and looked at An Zheng, and asked in a worried tone: "Is it possible? Don't force it."
Cheng Dahai wanted to say something else, but Qu Xiangnuan had already said: "Since both parties have no objections, and An Zheng has accepted the challenge, let's begin. Follow the rules until the end, and the winner will be determined regardless of life or death."
"That's right, how can a dignified practitioner be so shameless?"
There are always many unavoidable things in life, and An Zheng seems to have encountered more unavoidable things than others. Qu Xiangnuan looks like a very gentle person, with no sinister look in his eyes, only kindness.
"Nine stars!"
"Shh!"
An Zheng shook his head, forced himself to stand, then retracted his hand and cupped his fists.
Cheng Dahai took a step back and looked into An Zheng's eyes: "Why bother?"
His body is like a fallen leaf with no strength, but it is very fast. He floated in front of Cheng Dahai and put his fingers on Cheng Dahai's neck.
"Idiot, it's a waste to participate like this."
That's not because An Zheng can still fight, it's just because of An Zheng's prediction!
This is not the state of peace at all!
"It's actually Nine Stars!"
"Well, as one of today's judges, I must respect the will of every disciple. If you think it's okay, then I will start the test."
An Zheng got off Du's thin back, stood upright with difficulty, and took a deep breath to make himself look less weak. But even when he stood up straight, his body was swaying and coughing. He was so sick that it made people feel a little distressed.
"The preliminary selection is simple. As long as you place your hand on the nine-star platform over there, your talent reaches five stars or above, and your cultivation reaches the minor saint realm, you can participate."
Fang Tanzhi's only female disciple, Zhuang Shuize, stood leaning against the doorpost and said nonchalantly: "Just let him go. I don't believe it. Even if your husband is not here, you can still let our junior brother die here." It won’t work in the future.”
"Idiot, it's a waste to participate like this."
Tang Xianxu nodded: "That's good."
"An Zheng, stop fighting!"
An Zheng put his hand on the nine-star platform and immediately lit up the nine stars, shining brightly. But at this moment, An Zheng's expression turned even darker... because it wasn't him who lit it up at all. Immediately after, several shining words appeared on the other side of the Nine-Star Platform... Seventh Grade Little Saint Realm.
"That's right, how can a dignified practitioner be so shameless?"
"Well, as one of today's judges, I must respect the will of every disciple. If you think it's okay, then I will start the test."
"Concession, senior brother... I'm sorry, I can't lose."
But An Zheng was unwilling to give up. He walked slowly to the Nine Star Platform and put his hand on it.
"It's actually Nine Stars!"
Everyone could see that as long as An Zheng exerted his strength, Cheng Dahai would definitely die.
"Can you still hold on like this?"
The seventh level of Little Saint Realm
He walked step by step, walking very slowly, and each step seemed to be extremely important to him. His feet were almost grazing the ground and moving forward, which meant that he couldn't lift them up at all.
Among the twelve areas, An Zheng was divided into the sixth area, which was not far apart. When I walked over, all the disciples who had participated in the primary election had finished. The requirements for the primary election are not very strict, and all third-level disciples can participate. Twelve teachers will select one hundred and twenty out of more than three hundred third-level disciples to participate in the re-election.
"Well, as one of today's judges, I must respect the will of every disciple. If you think it's okay, then I will start the test."
However, An Zheng did not fall.
However, An Zheng cannot exert his strength. However, Cheng Dahai really felt that An Zheng's fingers were pressing against his neck, and he clearly needed his help to stand firm.
Cheng Dahai no longer remembered how many punches he had thrown. He could knock An Zheng down as long as he touched him, but he just couldn't hit him. An Zheng seemed to be falling down at any moment, but he was always able to dodge at the most dangerous moment.
That awe-inspiring power fell, but it seemed as if it suddenly lost its target. An Zheng stood there obviously, but he was completely assimilated with Cheng Dahai's cultivation power. The same power, the same power, did not receive any harm! An Zheng became part of Cheng Dahai's strength, standing firm despite the violent storm.
This is not the state of peace at all!
The moment Cheng Dahai was stunned, he saw An Zheng raise his hand unsteadily, and a huge black heavy ruler instantly appeared in his hand. An Zheng couldn't support the eight-fold black ruler, and he didn't want to. The moment Hei Zhongchi fell, An Zheng used the power of Hei Zhongchi's fall to throw himself out.
An Zheng walked very slowly, and many people stood on both sides of the aisle looking at him.
"Don't be anxious, walk slowly, everyone is waiting for you!"
Qu Xiangnuan glanced at the viewing platform with an apologetic look, and then announced helplessly: "An Zheng can enter the second round."
Twelve venues, one hundred and twenty people, and the remaining ten people were promoted to second-level disciples.
Among the twelve areas, An Zheng was divided into the sixth area, which was not far apart. When I walked over, all the disciples who had participated in the primary election had finished. The requirements for the primary election are not very strict, and all third-level disciples can participate. Twelve teachers will select one hundred and twenty out of more than three hundred third-level disciples to participate in the re-election.
Everyone could see that as long as An Zheng exerted his strength, Cheng Dahai would definitely die.
Twelve venues, one hundred and twenty people, and the remaining ten people were promoted to second-level disciples.
An Zheng: "I still won't give up."
"Can you still hold on like this?"
An Zheng: "I still won't give up."
This was quite fair. He didn't ask any questions and smiled so kindly that even An Zheng didn't feel the slightest bit threatened. But An Zheng was a little worried. The power of cultivation in his body could not be gathered at all. Without the power of cultivation, how could he make the Nine Star Platform light up? How could he possibly show what level he was at
An Zheng was the last person to participate in the sixth primary election, so once he passed the test, he would then face a one-on-one competition with other disciples who passed the primary election. In his current state, he would definitely die in a fight.
That's not because An Zheng can still fight, it's just because of An Zheng's prediction!
There are always many unavoidable things in life, and An Zheng seems to have encountered more unavoidable things than others. Qu Xiangnuan looks like a very gentle person, with no sinister look in his eyes, only kindness.
An Zheng shook his head: "I still want to go."
That awe-inspiring power fell, but it seemed as if it suddenly lost its target. An Zheng stood there obviously, but he was completely assimilated with Cheng Dahai's cultivation power. The same power, the same power, did not receive any harm! An Zheng became part of Cheng Dahai's strength, standing firm despite the violent storm.
On the other side of the viewing platform, the returning instructor lowered his voice in Tang Xianxu's ear and said, "There shouldn't be any problem. An Zheng doesn't have the slightest power to cultivate, so it's impossible to light up the Nine Star Platform."
"An Zheng, stop fighting!"
Qu Xiangnuan looked at An Zheng and said, "Are you okay? If you feel that you can't do it, you can go back now."
Tang Xianxu nodded: "That's good."
Tang Xianxu nodded: "That's good."
"Idiot, it's a waste to participate like this."
The teacher nodded and left quickly.
There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, with some praising and others ridiculing. Some people say that An Zheng is a real man, and some people say that An Zheng is a fool and an idiot. Some people say that An Zheng is simply a role model for his disciples, while others say that An Zheng is simply a lunatic.
On the other side of the viewing platform, the returning instructor lowered his voice in Tang Xianxu's ear and said, "There shouldn't be any problem. An Zheng doesn't have the slightest power to cultivate, so it's impossible to light up the Nine Star Platform."
Twelve venues, one hundred and twenty people, and the remaining ten people were promoted to second-level disciples.
Qu Xiangnuan glanced at the viewing platform with an apologetic look, and then announced helplessly: "An Zheng can enter the second round."
Before An Zheng could speak, a third-level disciple who had passed the preliminary examination stepped over and clasped his fists towards An Zheng: "Academy disciple Cheng Dahai is willing to ask Senior Brother An Zheng for advice."
"Don't give up, but don't force it either."
"Concession, senior brother... I'm sorry, I can't lose."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of exclamation from the sixth field.
At the moment when the fist was about to hit An Zheng, An Zheng took half a step to the side with great difficulty, barely avoiding the punch. Cheng Dahai was stunned for a moment, then said with a wry smile why bother, but An Zheng just shook his head slightly.
That awe-inspiring power fell, but it seemed as if it suddenly lost its target. An Zheng stood there obviously, but he was completely assimilated with Cheng Dahai's cultivation power. The same power, the same power, did not receive any harm! An Zheng became part of Cheng Dahai's strength, standing firm despite the violent storm.
"Shh!"
An Zheng replied calmly: "I have too little time and too few opportunities. I dare not waste a second or even a single time."
Du Shoushou hummed and walked towards the area he was assigned to. When he was halfway there, he turned back and looked at An Zheng worriedly. An Zheng nodded slightly and smiled, his face pale and his eyes bright.
An Zheng was stunned for a moment and clasped his fists: "Thank you, senior brother, but... I won't give up."
However, An Zheng did not fall.
An Zheng was stunned for a moment and clasped his fists: "Thank you, senior brother, but... I won't give up."
"How... how is it possible?"
"Don't give up, but don't force it either."
"shameless!"
"It's not that he wants to stand out, I would say he's just pretending. Either he's trying to gain a reputation so that the professor and the dean will remember him, or he's just pretending."
However, An Zheng did not fall.
"Yes, sir."
But no matter how different everyone's words are, or even tit for tat, there is one thing that everyone agrees on, and that is that no matter how stubborn and strong An Zheng seems... he was also eliminated today.
Cheng Dahai was not Qu Xiangnuan's disciple, and this incident also surprised Qu Xiangnuan. While everyone was cursing and ridiculing Cheng Dahai, he felt a little happy. This idiot risked the disapproval of the world to challenge An Zheng, so that the disciple who had no need to worry was exposed. At this time, as long as An Zheng is willing to take action, the injury will inevitably worsen.
As soon as Cheng Dahai finished speaking, a burst of boos broke out among the disciples who were watching. Even those who were not convinced by An Zheng felt that Cheng Dahai was going too far. Because there is a rule that as long as a disciple has passed the primary election, he cannot refuse the opponent's challenge during the re-election. Once rejected, it is considered as giving up.
"This man is so shameless. Everyone knows that An Zheng was injured before and couldn't fight. He was the first to challenge An Zheng. It's so fucking shameless."
An Zheng ignored those who ridiculed him and smiled at those who encouraged him.
Cheng Dahai walked up to An Zheng, clasped his fists and leaned over. As he bent down, he lowered his voice and said, "Junior Brother An Zheng, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have challenged you. It's just that I accidentally heard a few people whispering just now. They want to take advantage of this promotion to kill you. If it is their turn to challenge you, they will definitely kill you while you are injured. So I will come up first. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I will only kill you. I need to defeat you to make you quit, and you can be safer. I will bear this reputation."
"Can you still hold on like this?"
"It's actually Nine Stars!"
"An Zheng, stop fighting!"
The instructor reached out to help An Zheng, but An Zheng paused slightly to express his refusal, took a deep breath, and continued to move forward step by step.
The moment Cheng Dahai was stunned, he saw An Zheng raise his hand unsteadily, and a huge black heavy ruler instantly appeared in his hand. An Zheng couldn't support the eight-fold black ruler, and he didn't want to. The moment Hei Zhongchi fell, An Zheng used the power of Hei Zhongchi's fall to throw himself out.
"Well, as one of today's judges, I must respect the will of every disciple. If you think it's okay, then I will start the test."
"That's right, how can a dignified practitioner be so shameless?"
A teacher responsible for maintaining order came over and looked at An Zheng, and asked in a worried tone: "Is it possible? Don't force it."
An Zheng got off Du's thin back, stood upright with difficulty, and took a deep breath to make himself look less weak. But even when he stood up straight, his body was swaying and coughing. He was so sick that it made people feel a little distressed.
"Idiot, it's a waste to participate like this."
"Don't be anxious, walk slowly, everyone is waiting for you!"
"Can you still hold on like this?"
"This is really shameless to the extreme. Damn, I will definitely beat him up when I see him next time."
This is not the state of peace at all!
There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, with some praising and others ridiculing. Some people say that An Zheng is a real man, and some people say that An Zheng is a fool and an idiot. Some people say that An Zheng is simply a role model for his disciples, while others say that An Zheng is simply a lunatic.
"This man is so shameless. Everyone knows that An Zheng was injured before and couldn't fight. He was the first to challenge An Zheng. It's so fucking shameless."
"Idiot, it's a waste to participate like this."
Cheng Dahai began to exert force, punching faster than the last, but he still refused to use the power of cultivation. He just wanted to knock An Zheng down and declare An Zheng defeated. His movements were wide and fast, like a storm. And An Zheng's slightly thin body was like a small boat on the river in a storm. No matter how strong the wind or the waves, it just floated there and refused to sink.
As soon as Cheng Dahai finished speaking, a burst of boos broke out among the disciples who were watching. Even those who were not convinced by An Zheng felt that Cheng Dahai was going too far. Because there is a rule that as long as a disciple has passed the primary election, he cannot refuse the opponent's challenge during the re-election. Once rejected, it is considered as giving up.
"That's right, how can a dignified practitioner be so shameless?"
But An Zheng was unwilling to give up. He walked slowly to the Nine Star Platform and put his hand on it.
"It's not that he wants to stand out, I would say he's just pretending. Either he's trying to gain a reputation so that the professor and the dean will remember him, or he's just pretending."
He walked step by step, walking very slowly, and each step seemed to be extremely important to him. His feet were almost grazing the ground and moving forward, which meant that he couldn't lift them up at all.
"How... how is it possible?"
He stood up straight and cupped his fists towards Cheng Dahai: "Please."
An Zheng ignored those who ridiculed him and smiled at those who encouraged him.
"An Zheng, stop fighting!"
"An Zheng, stop fighting!"
"How... how is it possible?"
Cheng Dahai said: "I won't let you win. Although I don't know you, I can't stand the filth of those people. I'm going to use my strength to repel you with the power of my cultivation."
The seventh level of Little Saint Realm
An Zheng put his hand on the nine-star platform and immediately lit up the nine stars, shining brightly. But at this moment, An Zheng's expression turned even darker... because it wasn't him who lit it up at all. Immediately after, several shining words appeared on the other side of the Nine-Star Platform... Seventh Grade Little Saint Realm.
But An Zheng avoided it.
"An Zheng, everyone knows you are a man. Don't fight. It's just a matter of waiting for two months."
"It's not that he wants to stand out, I would say he's just pretending. Either he's trying to gain a reputation so that the professor and the dean will remember him, or he's just pretending."
An Zheng walked very slowly, and many people stood on both sides of the aisle looking at him.
"A practitioner's life is so long, you can't even wait two months?"
"Don't give up, but don't force it either."
"Why bother?"
But no matter how different everyone's words are, or even tit for tat, there is one thing that everyone agrees on, and that is that no matter how stubborn and strong An Zheng seems... he was also eliminated today.
Qu Xiangnuan said, "Okay, I'll just try to make it as difficult as possible."
"An Zheng, stop fighting!"
An Zheng was the last person to participate in the sixth primary election, so once he passed the test, he would then face a one-on-one competition with other disciples who passed the primary election. In his current state, he would definitely die in a fight.
"It's actually Nine Stars!"
An Zheng clasped his fists and leaned forward: "Thank you all, two months is very short, but I... really can't afford to wait."
"Well, as one of today's judges, I must respect the will of every disciple. If you think it's okay, then I will start the test."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of exclamation from the sixth field.
That awe-inspiring power fell, but it seemed as if it suddenly lost its target. An Zheng stood there obviously, but he was completely assimilated with Cheng Dahai's cultivation power. The same power, the same power, did not receive any harm! An Zheng became part of Cheng Dahai's strength, standing firm despite the violent storm.
He stood up straight and cupped his fists towards Cheng Dahai: "Please."
Cheng Dahai no longer remembered how many punches he had thrown. He could knock An Zheng down as long as he touched him, but he just couldn't hit him. An Zheng seemed to be falling down at any moment, but he was always able to dodge at the most dangerous moment.
"That's right, how can a dignified practitioner be so shameless?"
Cheng Dahai was not Qu Xiangnuan's disciple, and this incident also surprised Qu Xiangnuan. While everyone was cursing and ridiculing Cheng Dahai, he felt a little happy. This idiot risked the disapproval of the world to challenge An Zheng, so that the disciple who had no need to worry was exposed. At this time, as long as An Zheng is willing to take action, the injury will inevitably worsen.
Twelve venues, one hundred and twenty people, and the remaining ten people were promoted to second-level disciples.
Tang Xianxu nodded: "That's good."
Cheng Dahai walked up to An Zheng, clasped his fists and leaned over. As he bent down, he lowered his voice and said, "Junior Brother An Zheng, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have challenged you. It's just that I accidentally heard a few people whispering just now. They want to take advantage of this promotion to kill you. If it is their turn to challenge you, they will definitely kill you while you are injured. So I will come up first. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I will only kill you. I need to defeat you to make you quit, and you can be safer. I will bear this reputation."
As soon as Cheng Dahai finished speaking, a burst of boos broke out among the disciples who were watching. Even those who were not convinced by An Zheng felt that Cheng Dahai was going too far. Because there is a rule that as long as a disciple has passed the primary election, he cannot refuse the opponent's challenge during the re-election. Once rejected, it is considered as giving up.
"It's not that he wants to stand out, I would say he's just pretending. Either he's trying to gain a reputation so that the professor and the dean will remember him, or he's just pretending."
An Zheng smiled as an answer.
"This man is so shameless. Everyone knows that An Zheng was injured before and couldn't fight. He was the first to challenge An Zheng. It's so fucking shameless."
An Zheng was stunned for a moment and clasped his fists: "Thank you, senior brother, but... I won't give up."
Cheng Dahai walked up to An Zheng, clasped his fists and leaned over. As he bent down, he lowered his voice and said, "Junior Brother An Zheng, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have challenged you. It's just that I accidentally heard a few people whispering just now. They want to take advantage of this promotion to kill you. If it is their turn to challenge you, they will definitely kill you while you are injured. So I will come up first. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I will only kill you. I need to defeat you to make you quit, and you can be safer. I will bear this reputation."
"It's actually Nine Stars!"
"The preliminary selection is simple. As long as you place your hand on the nine-star platform over there, your talent reaches five stars or above, and your cultivation reaches the minor saint realm, you can participate."
An Zheng was stunned for a moment and clasped his fists: "Thank you, senior brother, but... I won't give up."
An Zheng replied calmly: "I have too little time and too few opportunities. I dare not waste a second or even a single time."
"Why bother?"
"Shh!"
"Concession, senior brother... I'm sorry, I can't lose."
An Zheng smiled as an answer.
"An Zheng, stop fighting!"
Qu Xiangnuan looked at An Zheng and said, "Are you okay? If you feel that you can't do it, you can go back now."
But An Zheng was unwilling to give up. He walked slowly to the Nine Star Platform and put his hand on it.
Cheng Dahai wanted to say something else, but Qu Xiangnuan had already said: "Since both parties have no objections, and An Zheng has accepted the challenge, let's begin. Follow the rules until the end, and the winner will be determined regardless of life or death."
Cheng Dahai sighed, shouted offended, and then punched An Zheng in the chest. He didn't use the power of cultivation. His punches were very fast but not very powerful. According to his judgment, even if this punch was too mediocre, An Zheng still couldn't avoid it.
The teacher nodded and left quickly.
Fang Tanzhi's only female disciple, Zhuang Shuize, stood leaning against the doorpost and said nonchalantly: "Just let him go. I don't believe it. Even if your husband is not here, you can still let our junior brother die here." It won’t work in the future.”
An Zheng ignored those who ridiculed him and smiled at those who encouraged him.
Cheng Dahai shook his head, took a breath, and then pressed down with his hands.
An Zheng nodded: "Sir, please give me a question."
"Well, as one of today's judges, I must respect the will of every disciple. If you think it's okay, then I will start the test."
Cheng Dahai sighed, shouted offended, and then punched An Zheng in the chest. He didn't use the power of cultivation. His punches were very fast but not very powerful. According to his judgment, even if this punch was too mediocre, An Zheng still couldn't avoid it.
"Concession, senior brother... I'm sorry, I can't lose."
Cheng Dahai no longer remembered how many punches he had thrown. He could knock An Zheng down as long as he touched him, but he just couldn't hit him. An Zheng seemed to be falling down at any moment, but he was always able to dodge at the most dangerous moment.
But An Zheng avoided it.
An Zheng smiled as an answer.
As soon as Cheng Dahai finished speaking, a burst of boos broke out among the disciples who were watching. Even those who were not convinced by An Zheng felt that Cheng Dahai was going too far. Because there is a rule that as long as a disciple has passed the primary election, he cannot refuse the opponent's challenge during the re-election. Once rejected, it is considered as giving up.
An Zheng got off Du's thin back, stood upright with difficulty, and took a deep breath to make himself look less weak. But even when he stood up straight, his body was swaying and coughing. He was so sick that it made people feel a little distressed.
"Concession, senior brother... I'm sorry, I can't lose."
This was quite fair. He didn't ask any questions and smiled so kindly that even An Zheng didn't feel the slightest bit threatened. But An Zheng was a little worried. The power of cultivation in his body could not be gathered at all. Without the power of cultivation, how could he make the Nine Star Platform light up? How could he possibly show what level he was at
"This man is so shameless. Everyone knows that An Zheng was injured before and couldn't fight. He was the first to challenge An Zheng. It's so fucking shameless."
Cheng Dahai shook his head, took a breath, and then pressed down with his hands.
An Zheng put his hand on the nine-star platform and immediately lit up the nine stars, shining brightly. But at this moment, An Zheng's expression turned even darker... because it wasn't him who lit it up at all. Immediately after, several shining words appeared on the other side of the Nine-Star Platform... Seventh Grade Little Saint Realm.
At the moment when the fist was about to hit An Zheng, An Zheng took half a step to the side with great difficulty, barely avoiding the punch. Cheng Dahai was stunned for a moment, then said with a wry smile why bother, but An Zheng just shook his head slightly.
"This man is so shameless. Everyone knows that An Zheng was injured before and couldn't fight. He was the first to challenge An Zheng. It's so fucking shameless."
Tang Xianxu nodded: "That's good."
But An Zheng was unwilling to give up. He walked slowly to the Nine Star Platform and put his hand on it.
Cheng Dahai began to exert force, punching faster than the last, but he still refused to use the power of cultivation. He just wanted to knock An Zheng down and declare An Zheng defeated. His movements were wide and fast, like a storm. And An Zheng's slightly thin body was like a small boat on the river in a storm. No matter how strong the wind or the waves, it just floated there and refused to sink.
"Shh!"
"How... how is it possible?"
Cheng Dahai wanted to say something else, but Qu Xiangnuan had already said: "Since both parties have no objections, and An Zheng has accepted the challenge, let's begin. Follow the rules until the end, and the winner will be determined regardless of life or death."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of exclamation from the sixth field.
Qu Xiangnuan looked at An Zheng and said, "Are you okay? If you feel that you can't do it, you can go back now."
That teaching is exactly Qu Xiangnuan.
Du Shoushou hummed and walked towards the area he was assigned to. When he was halfway there, he turned back and looked at An Zheng worriedly. An Zheng nodded slightly and smiled, his face pale and his eyes bright.
Cheng Dahai no longer remembered how many punches he had thrown. He could knock An Zheng down as long as he touched him, but he just couldn't hit him. An Zheng seemed to be falling down at any moment, but he was always able to dodge at the most dangerous moment.
"It's actually Nine Stars!"
Cheng Dahai said: "I won't let you win. Although I don't know you, I can't stand the filth of those people. I'm going to use my strength to repel you with the power of my cultivation."
Tang Xianxu nodded: "That's good."
An Zheng walked very slowly, and many people stood on both sides of the aisle looking at him.
The moment Cheng Dahai was stunned, he saw An Zheng raise his hand unsteadily, and a huge black heavy ruler instantly appeared in his hand. An Zheng couldn't support the eight-fold black ruler, and he didn't want to. The moment Hei Zhongchi fell, An Zheng used the power of Hei Zhongchi's fall to throw himself out.
An Zheng smiled as an answer.
An Zheng shook his head, forced himself to stand, then retracted his hand and cupped his fists.
An Zheng ignored those who ridiculed him and smiled at those who encouraged him.
That's not because An Zheng can still fight, it's just because of An Zheng's prediction!
Cheng Dahai began to exert force, punching faster than the last, but he still refused to use the power of cultivation. He just wanted to knock An Zheng down and declare An Zheng defeated. His movements were wide and fast, like a storm. And An Zheng's slightly thin body was like a small boat on the river in a storm. No matter how strong the wind or the waves, it just floated there and refused to sink.
However, An Zheng did not fall.
An Zheng smiled as an answer.
Everyone could see that as long as An Zheng exerted his strength, Cheng Dahai would definitely die.
"Don't be anxious, walk slowly, everyone is waiting for you!"
"Concession, senior brother... I'm sorry, I can't lose."
On the other side of the viewing platform, the returning instructor lowered his voice in Tang Xianxu's ear and said, "There shouldn't be any problem. An Zheng doesn't have the slightest power to cultivate, so it's impossible to light up the Nine Star Platform."
Every time before he punched, An Zheng had already made the most correct judgment and then reacted. It was a kind of experience accumulated after countless battles. If it were anyone else, An Zheng would have been hit hundreds of times in his current state.
At this moment, another teacher hurried over and whispered in Qu Xiangnuan's ear: "The Vice-President said that An Zheng is not feeling well, so we should not let him continue to participate."
"Nine stars!"
An Zheng replied calmly: "I have too little time and too few opportunities. I dare not waste a second or even a single time."
This was quite fair. He didn't ask any questions and smiled so kindly that even An Zheng didn't feel the slightest bit threatened. But An Zheng was a little worried. The power of cultivation in his body could not be gathered at all. Without the power of cultivation, how could he make the Nine Star Platform light up? How could he possibly show what level he was at
"Why bother?"
He stood up straight and cupped his fists towards Cheng Dahai: "Please."
His body is like a fallen leaf with no strength, but it is very fast. He floated in front of Cheng Dahai and put his fingers on Cheng Dahai's neck.
Cheng Dahai began to exert force, punching faster than the last, but he still refused to use the power of cultivation. He just wanted to knock An Zheng down and declare An Zheng defeated. His movements were wide and fast, like a storm. And An Zheng's slightly thin body was like a small boat on the river in a storm. No matter how strong the wind or the waves, it just floated there and refused to sink.
"Why bother?"
An Zheng was stunned for a moment and clasped his fists: "Thank you, senior brother, but... I won't give up."
There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, with some praising and others ridiculing. Some people say that An Zheng is a real man, and some people say that An Zheng is a fool and an idiot. Some people say that An Zheng is simply a role model for his disciples, while others say that An Zheng is simply a lunatic.
Cheng Dahai took a step back and looked into An Zheng's eyes: "Why bother?"
There are always many unavoidable things in life, and An Zheng seems to have encountered more unavoidable things than others. Qu Xiangnuan looks like a very gentle person, with no sinister look in his eyes, only kindness.
However, An Zheng did not fall.
An Zheng smiled as an answer.
An Zheng was stunned for a moment and clasped his fists: "Thank you, senior brother, but... I won't give up."
Cheng Dahai no longer remembered how many punches he had thrown. He could knock An Zheng down as long as he touched him, but he just couldn't hit him. An Zheng seemed to be falling down at any moment, but he was always able to dodge at the most dangerous moment.
A mighty force pressed down from mid-air, like a mountain of ten thousand tons. His strength was already at the peak of the sixth level of the Little Saint Realm. With his current abundant cultivation power, he wanted to defeat anyone without even a trace of cultivation power. The battle for peace is simply a piece of cake. If this power of cultivation were to drop, An Zheng would definitely be crushed and unable to move.
That's not because An Zheng can still fight, it's just because of An Zheng's prediction!
An Zheng ignored those who ridiculed him and smiled at those who encouraged him.
An Zheng replied calmly: "I have too little time and too few opportunities. I dare not waste a second or even a single time."
An Zheng got off Du's thin back, stood upright with difficulty, and took a deep breath to make himself look less weak. But even when he stood up straight, his body was swaying and coughing. He was so sick that it made people feel a little distressed.
This was quite fair. He didn't ask any questions and smiled so kindly that even An Zheng didn't feel the slightest bit threatened. But An Zheng was a little worried. The power of cultivation in his body could not be gathered at all. Without the power of cultivation, how could he make the Nine Star Platform light up? How could he possibly show what level he was at
There are always many unavoidable things in life, and An Zheng seems to have encountered more unavoidable things than others. Qu Xiangnuan looks like a very gentle person, with no sinister look in his eyes, only kindness.
The moment Cheng Dahai was stunned, he saw An Zheng raise his hand unsteadily, and a huge black heavy ruler instantly appeared in his hand. An Zheng couldn't support the eight-fold black ruler, and he didn't want to. The moment Hei Zhongchi fell, An Zheng used the power of Hei Zhongchi's fall to throw himself out.
The seventh level of Little Saint Realm
Cheng Dahai said: "I won't let you win. Although I don't know you, I can't stand the filth of those people. I'm going to use my strength to repel you with the power of my cultivation."
Among the twelve areas, An Zheng was divided into the sixth area, which was not far apart. When I walked over, all the disciples who had participated in the primary election had finished. The requirements for the primary election are not very strict, and all third-level disciples can participate. Twelve teachers will select one hundred and twenty out of more than three hundred third-level disciples to participate in the re-election.
An Zheng was the last person to participate in the sixth primary election, so once he passed the test, he would then face a one-on-one competition with other disciples who passed the primary election. In his current state, he would definitely die in a fight.
An Zheng: "I still won't give up."
There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, with some praising and others ridiculing. Some people say that An Zheng is a real man, and some people say that An Zheng is a fool and an idiot. Some people say that An Zheng is simply a role model for his disciples, while others say that An Zheng is simply a lunatic.
"That's right, how can a dignified practitioner be so shameless?"
A teacher responsible for maintaining order came over and looked at An Zheng, and asked in a worried tone: "Is it possible? Don't force it."
"How... how is it possible?"
An Zheng smiled as an answer.
An Zheng put his hand on the nine-star platform and immediately lit up the nine stars, shining brightly. But at this moment, An Zheng's expression turned even darker... because it wasn't him who lit it up at all. Immediately after, several shining words appeared on the other side of the Nine-Star Platform... Seventh Grade Little Saint Realm.
"It's not that he wants to stand out, I would say he's just pretending. Either he's trying to gain a reputation so that the professor and the dean will remember him, or he's just pretending."
Cheng Dahai shook his head, took a breath, and then pressed down with his hands.
Everyone could see that as long as An Zheng exerted his strength, Cheng Dahai would definitely die.
However, An Zheng did not fall.
A mighty force pressed down from mid-air, like a mountain of ten thousand tons. His strength was already at the peak of the sixth level of the Little Saint Realm. With his current abundant cultivation power, he wanted to defeat anyone without even a trace of cultivation power. The battle for peace is simply a piece of cake. If this power of cultivation were to drop, An Zheng would definitely be crushed and unable to move.
"An Zheng, stop fighting!"
Some people applauded An Zheng and raised their thumbs: "An Zheng, come on!"
On the other side of the viewing platform, the returning instructor lowered his voice in Tang Xianxu's ear and said, "There shouldn't be any problem. An Zheng doesn't have the slightest power to cultivate, so it's impossible to light up the Nine Star Platform."
But no matter how different everyone's words are, or even tit for tat, there is one thing that everyone agrees on, and that is that no matter how stubborn and strong An Zheng seems... he was also eliminated today.
An Zheng: "I still won't give up."
An Zheng was stunned for a moment and clasped his fists: "Thank you, senior brother, but... I won't give up."
An Zheng put his hand on the nine-star platform and immediately lit up the nine stars, shining brightly. But at this moment, An Zheng's expression turned even darker... because it wasn't him who lit it up at all. Immediately after, several shining words appeared on the other side of the Nine-Star Platform... Seventh Grade Little Saint Realm.
However, An Zheng did not fall.
Cheng Dahai said: "I won't let you win. Although I don't know you, I can't stand the filth of those people. I'm going to use my strength to repel you with the power of my cultivation."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of exclamation from the sixth field.
That awe-inspiring power fell, but it seemed as if it suddenly lost its target. An Zheng stood there obviously, but he was completely assimilated with Cheng Dahai's cultivation power. The same power, the same power, did not receive any harm! An Zheng became part of Cheng Dahai's strength, standing firm despite the violent storm.
A teacher responsible for maintaining order came over and looked at An Zheng, and asked in a worried tone: "Is it possible? Don't force it."
But An Zheng was unwilling to give up. He walked slowly to the Nine Star Platform and put his hand on it.
An Zheng: "I still won't give up."
Finally reaching the middle of the competition arena, he clasped his fists slightly towards the instructor sitting opposite.
Cheng Dahai sighed, shouted offended, and then punched An Zheng in the chest. He didn't use the power of cultivation. His punches were very fast but not very powerful. According to his judgment, even if this punch was too mediocre, An Zheng still couldn't avoid it.
"How... how is it possible?"
Cheng Dahai shook his head, took a breath, and then pressed down with his hands.
But An Zheng avoided it.
Cheng Dahai shook his head, took a breath, and then pressed down with his hands.
The moment Cheng Dahai was stunned, he saw An Zheng raise his hand unsteadily, and a huge black heavy ruler instantly appeared in his hand. An Zheng couldn't support the eight-fold black ruler, and he didn't want to. The moment Hei Zhongchi fell, An Zheng used the power of Hei Zhongchi's fall to throw himself out.
Senior brother An Caichen couldn't come over quickly and pulled An Zheng's clothes: "Don't go."
Cheng Dahai sighed, shouted offended, and then punched An Zheng in the chest. He didn't use the power of cultivation. His punches were very fast but not very powerful. According to his judgment, even if this punch was too mediocre, An Zheng still couldn't avoid it.
There was a lot of discussion among the crowd, with some praising and others ridiculing. Some people say that An Zheng is a real man, and some people say that An Zheng is a fool and an idiot. Some people say that An Zheng is simply a role model for his disciples, while others say that An Zheng is simply a lunatic.
At this moment, another teacher hurried over and whispered in Qu Xiangnuan's ear: "The Vice-President said that An Zheng is not feeling well, so we should not let him continue to participate."
But An Zheng avoided it.
Cheng Dahai took a step back and looked into An Zheng's eyes: "Why bother?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of exclamation from the sixth field.
His body is like a fallen leaf with no strength, but it is very fast. He floated in front of Cheng Dahai and put his fingers on Cheng Dahai's neck.
"It's not that he wants to stand out, I would say he's just pretending. Either he's trying to gain a reputation so that the professor and the dean will remember him, or he's just pretending."
"It's not that he wants to stand out, I would say he's just pretending. Either he's trying to gain a reputation so that the professor and the dean will remember him, or he's just pretending."
"It's actually Nine Stars!"
Twelve venues, one hundred and twenty people, and the remaining ten people were promoted to second-level disciples.
"Idiot, it's a waste to participate like this."
Cheng Dahai said: "I won't let you win. Although I don't know you, I can't stand the filth of those people. I'm going to use my strength to repel you with the power of my cultivation."
Da Lie smiled and patted Du Shou's shoulder: "You go too, don't embarrass Ningmu Pavilion."
Everyone could see that as long as An Zheng exerted his strength, Cheng Dahai would definitely die.
An Zheng nodded: "Sir, please give me a question."
But An Zheng avoided it.
Du Shoushou hummed and walked towards the area he was assigned to. When he was halfway there, he turned back and looked at An Zheng worriedly. An Zheng nodded slightly and smiled, his face pale and his eyes bright.
A teacher responsible for maintaining order came over and looked at An Zheng, and asked in a worried tone: "Is it possible? Don't force it."
Senior brother An Caichen couldn't come over quickly and pulled An Zheng's clothes: "Don't go."
"The preliminary selection is simple. As long as you place your hand on the nine-star platform over there, your talent reaches five stars or above, and your cultivation reaches the minor saint realm, you can participate."
However, An Zheng cannot exert his strength. However, Cheng Dahai really felt that An Zheng's fingers were pressing against his neck, and he clearly needed his help to stand firm.
Cheng Dahai sighed, shouted offended, and then punched An Zheng in the chest. He didn't use the power of cultivation. His punches were very fast but not very powerful. According to his judgment, even if this punch was too mediocre, An Zheng still couldn't avoid it.
Cheng Dahai said: "I won't let you win. Although I don't know you, I can't stand the filth of those people. I'm going to use my strength to repel you with the power of my cultivation."
However, An Zheng cannot exert his strength. However, Cheng Dahai really felt that An Zheng's fingers were pressing against his neck, and he clearly needed his help to stand firm.
An Zheng shook his head, forced himself to stand, then retracted his hand and cupped his fists.
An Zheng got off Du's thin back, stood upright with difficulty, and took a deep breath to make himself look less weak. But even when he stood up straight, his body was swaying and coughing. He was so sick that it made people feel a little distressed.
An Zheng replied calmly: "I have too little time and too few opportunities. I dare not waste a second or even a single time."
That teaching is exactly Qu Xiangnuan.
"A practitioner's life is so long, you can't even wait two months?"
An Zheng shook his head, forced himself to stand, then retracted his hand and cupped his fists.
Fang Tanzhi's only female disciple, Zhuang Shuize, stood leaning against the doorpost and said nonchalantly: "Just let him go. I don't believe it. Even if your husband is not here, you can still let our junior brother die here." It won’t work in the future.”
That's not because An Zheng can still fight, it's just because of An Zheng's prediction!
At this moment, another teacher hurried over and whispered in Qu Xiangnuan's ear: "The Vice-President said that An Zheng is not feeling well, so we should not let him continue to participate."
"Concession, senior brother... I'm sorry, I can't lose."
He stood up straight and cupped his fists towards Cheng Dahai: "Please."
But An Zheng avoided it.