Gaoyuan Lake didn't seem to be disappointed with Li Buzhi's failure, because he knew very well that An Zheng's strength was by no means comparable to that of someone like Li Buzhi in the Battle of Chuxiong. No one knew what he was looking at or what he was waiting for.
He turned around, looked at An Zheng's position, and then rushed forward with an iron rod in hand.
But what is even more shocking is that Wang Cong did not die under this blow.
An Zheng swung back, turned around on the iron rod to avoid Wang Cong's fist, and then flexibly moved around behind Wang Cong.
Cui Haolai said: "This is the theory in theory, but there are always mistakes, right? Maybe someone neglected and wrote your name twice, and I pulled your name out again by coincidence."
When Wang Cong walked up, his steps were so heavy that the ground was shaking as he landed.
Cui Haolai, an official of the Ministry of Rites, was surprised. He didn't expect An Zheng to win so quickly. Legend has it that the students in this Chuxiong War are all outstanding, and many of them are strong men who have already entered the realm of Sumeru at a young age.
If his opponent had not been An Zheng, his life might have continued to be prosperous for many more years. After all, there are not many practitioners at his age who can touch the realm of Sumeru. Even if it is placed in Da Xi, his talent can at least get a place in a sect below the medium size.
If his opponent had not been An Zheng, his life might have continued to be prosperous for many more years. After all, there are not many practitioners at his age who can touch the realm of Sumeru. Even if it is placed in Da Xi, his talent can at least get a place in a sect below the medium size.
But even so, the guy was still struggling and sat up unsteadily.
Li Buzhi is one of them, a young talent who has broken through to the realm of Sumeru.
Cui Haolai, an official of the Ministry of Rites, was surprised. He didn't expect An Zheng to win so quickly. Legend has it that the students in this Chuxiong War are all outstanding, and many of them are strong men who have already entered the realm of Sumeru at a young age.
Wang Cong punched the ball empty, rushed over, grabbed a stone lion placed on the sidelines with both hands, and hugged it. The stone lion weighed at least a thousand kilograms. The muscles in his arms bulged. He held the stone lion and smashed it towards An Zheng.
If his opponent had not been An Zheng, his life might have continued to be prosperous for many more years. After all, there are not many practitioners at his age who can touch the realm of Sumeru. Even if it is placed in Da Xi, his talent can at least get a place in a sect below the medium size.
An Zheng asked: "Why me again?"
In the first paragraph, the wind and waves on the fist caused the iron rod to collapse. The iron rod was lifted up involuntarily and hit Wang Cong's own head. But this was only the first paragraph. The air explosion continued to explode on the iron rod, becoming more violent each time.
An Zheng calmed down, turned around and walked back to the field.
This kick was very powerful, and An Zheng didn't want to kill him, so he showed mercy.
However, all this beauty was destroyed by An Zheng's punches and kicks.
An Zheng paused, and when he looked back at Cui Haolai, there was already murderous intent in his eyes.
"Nine-level Quan... This is a Baipin skill. Where did An Zheng come from?"
An Zheng said, it's so boring, I really want to go to the Battle of Bakui.
Li Buzhi is one of them, a young talent who has broken through to the realm of Sumeru.
"Nine-level Quan... This is a Baipin skill. Where did An Zheng come from?"
An Zheng noticed Wang Cong's weirdness and stepped back lightly. The iron rod hit the ground, creating a large crater with a diameter of more than two meters!
With a snap, An Zheng's palm cut into Wang Cong's neck.
The iron rod hit Wang Cong's head hard, causing thousands of plum blossoms to bloom in an instant. Even if Wang Cong has a brass head and an iron arm, the force of this stick is enough to break through. The iron rod smashed into Wang Cong's head and his skin and flesh were torn apart. Blood splattered and shot around. The sight made people feel chills in their hearts.
But what is even more shocking is that Wang Cong did not die under this blow.
In fact, to put it simply, fighting with the first-grade students is so boring. I really want to fight with the senior students...
Cui Haolai said: "This is the theory in theory, but there are always mistakes, right? Maybe someone neglected and wrote your name twice, and I pulled your name out again by coincidence."
Wang Cong sat there shaking, then fell down with a plop.
An Zheng, who had not yet completely left the stage, paused in his steps, frowned slightly and looked back at Cui Haolai.
A broken arm can be reattached, but if the mood is ruined, it will be much more difficult to recover.
An Zheng frowned slightly and turned aside.
But Wang Cong's stick didn't miss. Not even a second after An Zheng rolled away, the iron stick hit Wang Cong hard on the back of his head.
But Wang Cong's stick didn't miss. Not even a second after An Zheng rolled away, the iron stick hit Wang Cong hard on the back of his head.
Many people have said privately that if I had An Zheng's background, I would already be famous all over the world.
An Zheng, who had not yet completely left the stage, paused in his steps, frowned slightly and looked back at Cui Haolai.
An Zheng said: "Since you also said it was a mistake, why didn't you correct it?"
An Zheng said, it's so boring, I really want to go to the Battle of Bakui.
Others from Xiongyan Academy came over quickly, helped the injured Li Buzhi up and walked back. Li Buzhi, who had sweat on his sore forehead, looked at An Zheng fiercely. If looks could kill, An Zheng would have been torn into pieces.
Others from Xiongyan Academy came over quickly, helped the injured Li Buzhi up and walked back. Li Buzhi, who had sweat on his sore forehead, looked at An Zheng fiercely. If looks could kill, An Zheng would have been torn into pieces.
Nine-dan boxing.
But this time, he actually couldn't feel the slightest bit of cultivation power, relying entirely on his arm strength.
The people who had been clamoring all fell silent, and everyone began to recalculate their own strength. Many of them were dissatisfied with An Zheng. They felt that An Zheng was only promoted by the Ministry of War. If they had that kind of luck, they would definitely not be worse than An Zheng, or even do better.
In the first paragraph, the wind and waves on the fist caused the iron rod to collapse. The iron rod was lifted up involuntarily and hit Wang Cong's own head. But this was only the first paragraph. The air explosion continued to explode on the iron rod, becoming more violent each time.
If his opponent had not been An Zheng, his life might have continued to be prosperous for many more years. After all, there are not many practitioners at his age who can touch the realm of Sumeru. Even if it is placed in Da Xi, his talent can at least get a place in a sect below the medium size.
Wang Cong walked over and waved, and a black iron rod appeared in his hand. This iron rod seems to be as thick as an ordinary person's forearm and two meters long, so Wang Cong must have a space magic weapon on his body. Wang Cong rushed towards An Zheng and slammed down the iron rod.
Cui Haolai was a little disappointed and reached into the box again.
Then he put his hand into the box: "The next person to appear... is still from Dading Academy, and his name is Su Feizheng. His opponent is... well, his opponent is An Zheng of Wuyuan!"
The people who had been clamoring all fell silent, and everyone began to recalculate their own strength. Many of them were dissatisfied with An Zheng. They felt that An Zheng was only promoted by the Ministry of War. If they had that kind of luck, they would definitely not be worse than An Zheng, or even do better.
An Zheng bent down to pick up the iron rod that fell on the ground, and threw it away with a wave of his hand. The iron rod rotated rapidly, flew over like a hot wheel, and hit Wang Cong's forehead accurately. The banging sound seemed to hit everyone's heart, and everyone's heart twitched.
Everyone sees the success of others and then transfers it to themselves. But they cannot see or are unwilling to see the efforts that others have made for this kind of success. They attribute all other people's success to luck.
Many people have said privately that if I had An Zheng's background, I would already be famous all over the world.
Wang Cong is a tall and sturdy man, standing at 1.9 meters tall. He is a bit bloated in stature, but it is said that this man is born with supernatural powers. In fact, when it comes to cultivation level, he may be worse than Li Buzhi. But if he really fought with Li Buzhi, Li Buzhi might lose miserably.
The force of the successive explosions was equivalent to applying nine boosts to the iron rod. The iron rod moved backwards so fast that it was impossible to dodge.
An Zheng politely cupped his fists, but Wang Cong, who was almost a head taller than An Zheng, punched him directly.
However, all this beauty was destroyed by An Zheng's punches and kicks.
Although Wang Cong is very strong and tall, he has a small head and a small face. It seems that the head and body are completely out of proportion. There is an Aisi head on the body of Chachacha Ailou. The eyes are small, the nose is small, and the mouth is also small, and it is also thin and pointed. Although the nose is small, it is still quite straight. No matter how you look at it, it is a bit strange.
An Zheng rolled back and jumped off Wang Cong, landing firmly on his feet.
The iron rod hit Wang Cong's head hard, causing thousands of plum blossoms to bloom in an instant. Even if Wang Cong has a brass head and an iron arm, the force of this stick is enough to break through. The iron rod smashed into Wang Cong's head and his skin and flesh were torn apart. Blood splattered and shot around. The sight made people feel chills in their hearts.
boom!
Everyone sees the success of others and then transfers it to themselves. But they cannot see or are unwilling to see the efforts that others have made for this kind of success. They attribute all other people's success to luck.
If this fist wind appeared in the water, you would see it more clearly. It was a force that exploded nine times in a row, each time more violent than the last. It can explode nine waves in a row in the water, which is as shocking as nine mushroom clouds stacked on top of each other.
Seeing An Zheng avoid him again, Wang Cong became irritable and strode over, sweeping the iron rod in his hand. An Zheng stepped forward and landed on the sweeping iron bar, then kicked Wang Cong in the face with a side kick.
But the gas explosion only shattered Wang Cong's clothes, and there wasn't even a scratch on his bronze skin.
Cui Haolai, an official from the Ministry of Rites, shook his head in disappointment and said impatiently: "The winner is Wuyuan Anzheng."
Cui Haolai was a little disappointed and reached into the box again.
But the gas explosion only shattered Wang Cong's clothes, and there wasn't even a scratch on his bronze skin.
He turned around, looked at An Zheng's position, and then rushed forward with an iron rod in hand.
With a snap, An Zheng's palm cut into Wang Cong's neck.
Cui Haolai put his hand into the box again and turned it around, then pinched out a ball of paper and opened it: "His opponent is... Wu Yuan An Zheng!"
But the gas explosion only shattered Wang Cong's clothes, and there wasn't even a scratch on his bronze skin.
But he still wanted to stand up. He tried to support the ground with his hands several times, but his mind was really dizzy and he failed several times.
Cui Hao looked at Dading Academy and said, "Come on."
"The next person to compete is Wang Cong from Dading Academy."
"You little weakling, watch me tear you apart!"
An Zheng walked over and grabbed Wang Cong's ankle, then used his arm to pick up Wang Cong and threw him away. Wang Cong's body spun and flew away from the field, landing at least thirty meters away. After hitting the ground, he rolled out several meters away.
But this time, he actually couldn't feel the slightest bit of cultivation power, relying entirely on his arm strength.
Cui Hao looked at Dading Academy and said, "Come on."
The force of the successive explosions was equivalent to applying nine boosts to the iron rod. The iron rod moved backwards so fast that it was impossible to dodge.
But after kicking Wang Cong in the face, he just tilted his head and it didn't seem to have any impact. The dust on his face was still there, and he screamed violently, holding the iron rod in one hand and grabbing An Zheng's clothes with the other.
This scene was exactly the same as when Qu Liuxi defeated his first opponent in his life in Changju City in the Fantasy World. One can imagine how deeply those winding shadows left an impression on An Zheng's heart.
"Nine-level Quan... This is a Baipin skill. Where did An Zheng come from?"
Then he put his hand into the box: "The next person to appear... is still from Dading Academy, and his name is Su Feizheng. His opponent is... well, his opponent is An Zheng of Wuyuan!"
As soon as Wang Cong finished speaking, he strode towards An Zheng, his feet making a thumping sound on the ground.
Wang Cong is a tall and sturdy man, standing at 1.9 meters tall. He is a bit bloated in stature, but it is said that this man is born with supernatural powers. In fact, when it comes to cultivation level, he may be worse than Li Buzhi. But if he really fought with Li Buzhi, Li Buzhi might lose miserably.
Wang Cong punched the ball empty, rushed over, grabbed a stone lion placed on the sidelines with both hands, and hugged it. The stone lion weighed at least a thousand kilograms. The muscles in his arms bulged. He held the stone lion and smashed it towards An Zheng.
Wang Cong sneered: "What, are you going to abstain voluntarily?"
Gaoyuan Lake didn't seem to be disappointed with Li Buzhi's failure, because he knew very well that An Zheng's strength was by no means comparable to that of someone like Li Buzhi in the Battle of Chuxiong. No one knew what he was looking at or what he was waiting for.
Wang Cong is a tall and sturdy man, standing at 1.9 meters tall. He is a bit bloated in stature, but it is said that this man is born with supernatural powers. In fact, when it comes to cultivation level, he may be worse than Li Buzhi. But if he really fought with Li Buzhi, Li Buzhi might lose miserably.
Although Wang Cong is very strong and tall, he has a small head and a small face. It seems that the head and body are completely out of proportion. There is an Aisi head on the body of Chachacha Ailou. The eyes are small, the nose is small, and the mouth is also small, and it is also thin and pointed. Although the nose is small, it is still quite straight. No matter how you look at it, it is a bit strange.
An Zheng walked over and grabbed Wang Cong's ankle, then used his arm to pick up Wang Cong and threw him away. Wang Cong's body spun and flew away from the field, landing at least thirty meters away. After hitting the ground, he rolled out several meters away.
Many people have said privately that if I had An Zheng's background, I would already be famous all over the world.
An Zheng noticed Wang Cong's weirdness and stepped back lightly. The iron rod hit the ground, creating a large crater with a diameter of more than two meters!
An Zheng politely cupped his fists, but Wang Cong, who was almost a head taller than An Zheng, punched him directly.
With a snap, An Zheng's palm cut into Wang Cong's neck.
When Wang Cong walked up, his steps were so heavy that the ground was shaking as he landed.
However, Wang Cong just staggered, cursed angrily, and then recovered again. He swung his arm back and swung the iron rod to hit behind him.
An Zheng punched out, but he still looked ordinary. But the fist wind suddenly appeared in front of Wang Cong, and a blast of energy shook Wang Cong. But it was just a shake. Wang Cong shook his head, cursed and continued walking forward.
Cui Haolai put his hand into the box again and turned it around, then pinched out a ball of paper and opened it: "His opponent is... Wu Yuan An Zheng!"
An Zheng: "I just finished a match and won. According to the rules, I will not play until the next round."
An Zheng stepped aside again, and the stone lion hit the ground, smashing a lot of bluestone slabs and creating a big hole in the ground. Amidst the swirling rubble and smoke, Wang Cong rushed over again.
Wang Cong's stick knocked him forward, and he fell to the ground as if a mountain collapsed. But what no one expected was that after a few seconds, the guy stood up unsteadily again, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, apparently knocking him unconscious.
But this time, he actually couldn't feel the slightest bit of cultivation power, relying entirely on his arm strength.
Wang Cong punched the ball empty, rushed over, grabbed a stone lion placed on the sidelines with both hands, and hugged it. The stone lion weighed at least a thousand kilograms. The muscles in his arms bulged. He held the stone lion and smashed it towards An Zheng.
A broken arm can be reattached, but if the mood is ruined, it will be much more difficult to recover.
The people who had been clamoring all fell silent, and everyone began to recalculate their own strength. Many of them were dissatisfied with An Zheng. They felt that An Zheng was only promoted by the Ministry of War. If they had that kind of luck, they would definitely not be worse than An Zheng, or even do better.
An Zheng, who had not yet completely left the stage, paused in his steps, frowned slightly and looked back at Cui Haolai.
However, Wang Cong just staggered, cursed angrily, and then recovered again. He swung his arm back and swung the iron rod to hit behind him.
An Zheng rolled back and jumped off Wang Cong, landing firmly on his feet.
The iron rod hit Wang Cong's head hard, causing thousands of plum blossoms to bloom in an instant. Even if Wang Cong has a brass head and an iron arm, the force of this stick is enough to break through. The iron rod smashed into Wang Cong's head and his skin and flesh were torn apart. Blood splattered and shot around. The sight made people feel chills in their hearts.
The people who had been clamoring all fell silent, and everyone began to recalculate their own strength. Many of them were dissatisfied with An Zheng. They felt that An Zheng was only promoted by the Ministry of War. If they had that kind of luck, they would definitely not be worse than An Zheng, or even do better.
Wang Cong rushed forward a few steps, his head shaking involuntarily. But what surprised An Zheng was that he was still fine! An Zheng didn't want to kill people casually, nor did he want to seriously injure people casually, so he left some room for action and did not use the power of cultivation. But with his current physical strength in the Sumeru realm, even a stone tablet could be cracked with just one palm strike.
As soon as Wang Cong finished speaking, he strode towards An Zheng, his feet making a thumping sound on the ground.
Then he put his hand into the box: "The next person to appear... is still from Dading Academy, and his name is Su Feizheng. His opponent is... well, his opponent is An Zheng of Wuyuan!"
The crowd was excited and talking.
Wang Cong sneered: "What, are you going to abstain voluntarily?"
Cui Haolai was a little disappointed and reached into the box again.
Although Wang Cong is very strong and tall, he has a small head and a small face. It seems that the head and body are completely out of proportion. There is an Aisi head on the body of Chachacha Ailou. The eyes are small, the nose is small, and the mouth is also small, and it is also thin and pointed. Although the nose is small, it is still quite straight. No matter how you look at it, it is a bit strange.
The iron rod hit Wang Cong's head hard, causing thousands of plum blossoms to bloom in an instant. Even if Wang Cong has a brass head and an iron arm, the force of this stick is enough to break through. The iron rod smashed into Wang Cong's head and his skin and flesh were torn apart. Blood splattered and shot around. The sight made people feel chills in their hearts.
An Zheng swung back, turned around on the iron rod to avoid Wang Cong's fist, and then flexibly moved around behind Wang Cong.
An Zheng asked: "Why me again?"
An Zheng sighed and thought to himself, is this guy invincible
The people who had been clamoring all fell silent, and everyone began to recalculate their own strength. Many of them were dissatisfied with An Zheng. They felt that An Zheng was only promoted by the Ministry of War. If they had that kind of luck, they would definitely not be worse than An Zheng, or even do better.
An Zheng noticed Wang Cong's weirdness and stepped back lightly. The iron rod hit the ground, creating a large crater with a diameter of more than two meters!
His muscles were too weird. Logically speaking, a practitioner in the realm of ascending essence could not stop An Zheng from exploding with anger.
But this time, he actually couldn't feel the slightest bit of cultivation power, relying entirely on his arm strength.
Wang Cong sat there shaking, then fell down with a plop.
Cui Haolai said: "This is the theory in theory, but there are always mistakes, right? Maybe someone neglected and wrote your name twice, and I pulled your name out again by coincidence."
"You little weakling, watch me tear you apart!"
Cui Haolai: "Why can't it be you?"
Everyone sees the success of others and then transfers it to themselves. But they cannot see or are unwilling to see the efforts that others have made for this kind of success. They attribute all other people's success to luck.
An Zheng sighed and thought to himself, is this guy invincible
Cui Haolai was a little disappointed and reached into the box again.
The iron rod hit Wang Cong's head hard, causing thousands of plum blossoms to bloom in an instant. Even if Wang Cong has a brass head and an iron arm, the force of this stick is enough to break through. The iron rod smashed into Wang Cong's head and his skin and flesh were torn apart. Blood splattered and shot around. The sight made people feel chills in their hearts.
Wang Cong sneered: "What, are you going to abstain voluntarily?"
An Zheng: "I just finished a match and won. According to the rules, I will not play until the next round."
Cui Hao looked at Dading Academy and said, "Come on."
Cui Haolai, an official of the Ministry of Rites, was surprised. He didn't expect An Zheng to win so quickly. Legend has it that the students in this Chuxiong War are all outstanding, and many of them are strong men who have already entered the realm of Sumeru at a young age.
Cui Haolai said: "This is the theory in theory, but there are always mistakes, right? Maybe someone neglected and wrote your name twice, and I pulled your name out again by coincidence."
The banging sound made all the people watching tremble in their hearts. The power of this stick can smash even a big stone.
An Zheng walked over and grabbed Wang Cong's ankle, then used his arm to pick up Wang Cong and threw him away. Wang Cong's body spun and flew away from the field, landing at least thirty meters away. After hitting the ground, he rolled out several meters away.
An Zheng said, it's so boring, I really want to go to the Battle of Bakui.
An Zheng punched out, but he still looked ordinary. But the fist wind suddenly appeared in front of Wang Cong, and a blast of energy shook Wang Cong. But it was just a shake. Wang Cong shook his head, cursed and continued walking forward.
An Zheng said: "Since you also said it was a mistake, why didn't you correct it?"
With a snap, An Zheng's palm cut into Wang Cong's neck.
Li Buzhi is one of them, a young talent who has broken through to the realm of Sumeru.
But Wang Cong's stick didn't miss. Not even a second after An Zheng rolled away, the iron stick hit Wang Cong hard on the back of his head.
An Zheng grabbed Wang Cong's hair with one hand, squatted on Wang Cong's shoulders with both feet, and then used his right hand to slash at the back of Wang Cong's neck with a palm knife!
This kick was very powerful, and An Zheng didn't want to kill him, so he showed mercy.
He turned around, looked at An Zheng's position, and then rushed forward with an iron rod in hand.
In fact, to put it simply, fighting with the first-grade students is so boring. I really want to fight with the senior students...
Cui Haolai said: "Although someone may have made a mistake, the rules are the rules. Since you have been called, you must go on the field to compete. If you do not compete, I will treat you as an automatic abstainer, in which case you can leave. Yes, you can leave at any time.”
Cui Haolai was a little disappointed and reached into the box again.
An Zheng said, it's so boring, I really want to go to the Battle of Bakui.
An Zheng sighed and thought to himself, is this guy invincible
But after kicking Wang Cong in the face, he just tilted his head and it didn't seem to have any impact. The dust on his face was still there, and he screamed violently, holding the iron rod in one hand and grabbing An Zheng's clothes with the other.
If this fist wind appeared in the water, you would see it more clearly. It was a force that exploded nine times in a row, each time more violent than the last. It can explode nine waves in a row in the water, which is as shocking as nine mushroom clouds stacked on top of each other.
An Zheng noticed Wang Cong's weirdness and stepped back lightly. The iron rod hit the ground, creating a large crater with a diameter of more than two meters!
There was a big gash in his head, and he was bleeding profusely. He fell backwards and his back hit the ground heavily.
Wang Cong sneered: "What, are you going to abstain voluntarily?"
He turned around, looked at An Zheng's position, and then rushed forward with an iron rod in hand.
This scene was exactly the same as when Qu Liuxi defeated his first opponent in his life in Changju City in the Fantasy World. One can imagine how deeply those winding shadows left an impression on An Zheng's heart.
An Zheng grabbed Wang Cong's hair with one hand, squatted on Wang Cong's shoulders with both feet, and then used his right hand to slash at the back of Wang Cong's neck with a palm knife!
The banging sound made all the people watching tremble in their hearts. The power of this stick can smash even a big stone.
This scene was exactly the same as when Qu Liuxi defeated his first opponent in his life in Changju City in the Fantasy World. One can imagine how deeply those winding shadows left an impression on An Zheng's heart.
He turned around, looked at An Zheng's position, and then rushed forward with an iron rod in hand.
Cui Haolai, an official from the Ministry of Rites, shook his head in disappointment and said impatiently: "The winner is Wuyuan Anzheng."
An Zheng calmed down, turned around and walked back to the field.
But what is even more shocking is that Wang Cong did not die under this blow.
If his opponent had not been An Zheng, his life might have continued to be prosperous for many more years. After all, there are not many practitioners at his age who can touch the realm of Sumeru. Even if it is placed in Da Xi, his talent can at least get a place in a sect below the medium size.
Cui Haolai said: "I won't go into details about the rules. As I said before, there are no other restrictions in the competition except that no one is allowed to die. Oh... By the way, it should be until the point is reached."
An Zheng noticed Wang Cong's weirdness and stepped back lightly. The iron rod hit the ground, creating a large crater with a diameter of more than two meters!
An Zheng noticed Wang Cong's weirdness and stepped back lightly. The iron rod hit the ground, creating a large crater with a diameter of more than two meters!
An Zheng said: "Since you also said it was a mistake, why didn't you correct it?"
As soon as Wang Cong finished speaking, he strode towards An Zheng, his feet making a thumping sound on the ground.
An Zheng frowned slightly and turned aside.
Wang Cong sneered: "What, are you going to abstain voluntarily?"
But Wang Cong's stick didn't miss. Not even a second after An Zheng rolled away, the iron stick hit Wang Cong hard on the back of his head.
An Zheng politely cupped his fists, but Wang Cong, who was almost a head taller than An Zheng, punched him directly.
Cui Haolai put his hand into the box again and turned it around, then pinched out a ball of paper and opened it: "His opponent is... Wu Yuan An Zheng!"
An Zheng: "I just finished a match and won. According to the rules, I will not play until the next round."
"The next person to compete is Wang Cong from Dading Academy."
The force of the successive explosions was equivalent to applying nine boosts to the iron rod. The iron rod moved backwards so fast that it was impossible to dodge.
An Zheng asked: "Why me again?"
The banging sound made all the people watching tremble in their hearts. The power of this stick can smash even a big stone.
An Zheng frowned slightly and turned aside.
An Zheng stepped aside again, and the stone lion hit the ground, smashing a lot of bluestone slabs and creating a big hole in the ground. Amidst the swirling rubble and smoke, Wang Cong rushed over again.
But even so, the guy was still struggling and sat up unsteadily.
Many people have said privately that if I had An Zheng's background, I would already be famous all over the world.
However, Wang Cong just staggered, cursed angrily, and then recovered again. He swung his arm back and swung the iron rod to hit behind him.
Wang Cong punched the ball empty, rushed over, grabbed a stone lion placed on the sidelines with both hands, and hugged it. The stone lion weighed at least a thousand kilograms. The muscles in his arms bulged. He held the stone lion and smashed it towards An Zheng.
An Zheng bent down to pick up the iron rod that fell on the ground, and threw it away with a wave of his hand. The iron rod rotated rapidly, flew over like a hot wheel, and hit Wang Cong's forehead accurately. The banging sound seemed to hit everyone's heart, and everyone's heart twitched.
Nine-dan boxing.
An Zheng stepped aside again, and the stone lion hit the ground, smashing a lot of bluestone slabs and creating a big hole in the ground. Amidst the swirling rubble and smoke, Wang Cong rushed over again.
Wang Cong hit An Zheng on the head with a stick, which was obviously a fatal blow. An Zheng gave him up several times in a row before finally getting angry and punching the iron stick.
This kick was very powerful, and An Zheng didn't want to kill him, so he showed mercy.
An Zheng rolled back and jumped off Wang Cong, landing firmly on his feet.
An Zheng punched out, but he still looked ordinary. But the fist wind suddenly appeared in front of Wang Cong, and a blast of energy shook Wang Cong. But it was just a shake. Wang Cong shook his head, cursed and continued walking forward.
Wang Cong is a tall and sturdy man, standing at 1.9 meters tall. He is a bit bloated in stature, but it is said that this man is born with supernatural powers. In fact, when it comes to cultivation level, he may be worse than Li Buzhi. But if he really fought with Li Buzhi, Li Buzhi might lose miserably.
In the first paragraph, the wind and waves on the fist caused the iron rod to collapse. The iron rod was lifted up involuntarily and hit Wang Cong's own head. But this was only the first paragraph. The air explosion continued to explode on the iron rod, becoming more violent each time.
Cui Haolai said: "Although someone may have made a mistake, the rules are the rules. Since you have been called, you must go on the field to compete. If you do not compete, I will treat you as an automatic abstainer, in which case you can leave. Yes, you can leave at any time.”
Cui Haolai, an official from the Ministry of Rites, shook his head in disappointment and said impatiently: "The winner is Wuyuan Anzheng."
When Wang Cong walked up, his steps were so heavy that the ground was shaking as he landed.
His muscles were too weird. Logically speaking, a practitioner in the realm of ascending essence could not stop An Zheng from exploding with anger.
An Zheng said: "Since you also said it was a mistake, why didn't you correct it?"
Cui Haolai said: "This is the theory in theory, but there are always mistakes, right? Maybe someone neglected and wrote your name twice, and I pulled your name out again by coincidence."
An Zheng paused, and when he looked back at Cui Haolai, there was already murderous intent in his eyes.
Cui Haolai said: "Although someone may have made a mistake, the rules are the rules. Since you have been called, you must go on the field to compete. If you do not compete, I will treat you as an automatic abstainer, in which case you can leave. Yes, you can leave at any time.”
Li Buzhi is one of them, a young talent who has broken through to the realm of Sumeru.
But the gas explosion only shattered Wang Cong's clothes, and there wasn't even a scratch on his bronze skin.
Cui Hao looked at Dading Academy and said, "Come on."
An Zheng rolled back and jumped off Wang Cong, landing firmly on his feet.
Wang Cong's stick knocked him forward, and he fell to the ground as if a mountain collapsed. But what no one expected was that after a few seconds, the guy stood up unsteadily again, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, apparently knocking him unconscious.
He turned around, looked at An Zheng's position, and then rushed forward with an iron rod in hand.
But the gas explosion only shattered Wang Cong's clothes, and there wasn't even a scratch on his bronze skin.
"You little weakling, watch me tear you apart!"
His muscles were too weird. Logically speaking, a practitioner in the realm of ascending essence could not stop An Zheng from exploding with anger.
Many people have said privately that if I had An Zheng's background, I would already be famous all over the world.
An Zheng asked: "Why me again?"
Then he put his hand into the box: "The next person to appear... is still from Dading Academy, and his name is Su Feizheng. His opponent is... well, his opponent is An Zheng of Wuyuan!"
In fact, to put it simply, fighting with the first-grade students is so boring. I really want to fight with the senior students...
Although Wang Cong is very strong and tall, he has a small head and a small face. It seems that the head and body are completely out of proportion. There is an Aisi head on the body of Chachacha Ailou. The eyes are small, the nose is small, and the mouth is also small, and it is also thin and pointed. Although the nose is small, it is still quite straight. No matter how you look at it, it is a bit strange.
With a snap, An Zheng's palm cut into Wang Cong's neck.
Wang Cong walked over and waved, and a black iron rod appeared in his hand. This iron rod seems to be as thick as an ordinary person's forearm and two meters long, so Wang Cong must have a space magic weapon on his body. Wang Cong rushed towards An Zheng and slammed down the iron rod.
Wang Cong punched the ball empty, rushed over, grabbed a stone lion placed on the sidelines with both hands, and hugged it. The stone lion weighed at least a thousand kilograms. The muscles in his arms bulged. He held the stone lion and smashed it towards An Zheng.
But Wang Cong's stick didn't miss. Not even a second after An Zheng rolled away, the iron stick hit Wang Cong hard on the back of his head.
Cui Haolai, an official from the Ministry of Rites, shook his head in disappointment and said impatiently: "The winner is Wuyuan Anzheng."
Cui Haolai put his hand into the box again and turned it around, then pinched out a ball of paper and opened it: "His opponent is... Wu Yuan An Zheng!"
Although Wang Cong is very strong and tall, he has a small head and a small face. It seems that the head and body are completely out of proportion. There is an Aisi head on the body of Chachacha Ailou. The eyes are small, the nose is small, and the mouth is also small, and it is also thin and pointed. Although the nose is small, it is still quite straight. No matter how you look at it, it is a bit strange.
An Zheng noticed Wang Cong's weirdness and stepped back lightly. The iron rod hit the ground, creating a large crater with a diameter of more than two meters!
An Zheng said, it's so boring, I really want to go to the Battle of Bakui.
Gaoyuan Lake didn't seem to be disappointed with Li Buzhi's failure, because he knew very well that An Zheng's strength was by no means comparable to that of someone like Li Buzhi in the Battle of Chuxiong. No one knew what he was looking at or what he was waiting for.
Everyone sees the success of others and then transfers it to themselves. But they cannot see or are unwilling to see the efforts that others have made for this kind of success. They attribute all other people's success to luck.
An Zheng calmed down, turned around and walked back to the field.
But this time, he actually couldn't feel the slightest bit of cultivation power, relying entirely on his arm strength.
At this moment, Gao Yuanhu, who was watching the battle from a distance, frowned slightly.
Seeing An Zheng avoid him again, Wang Cong became irritable and strode over, sweeping the iron rod in his hand. An Zheng stepped forward and landed on the sweeping iron bar, then kicked Wang Cong in the face with a side kick.
An Zheng: "I just finished a match and won. According to the rules, I will not play until the next round."
An Zheng grabbed Wang Cong's hair with one hand, squatted on Wang Cong's shoulders with both feet, and then used his right hand to slash at the back of Wang Cong's neck with a palm knife!
An Zheng, who had not yet completely left the stage, paused in his steps, frowned slightly and looked back at Cui Haolai.
The iron rod hit Wang Cong's head hard, causing thousands of plum blossoms to bloom in an instant. Even if Wang Cong has a brass head and an iron arm, the force of this stick is enough to break through. The iron rod smashed into Wang Cong's head and his skin and flesh were torn apart. Blood splattered and shot around. The sight made people feel chills in their hearts.
Seeing An Zheng avoid him again, Wang Cong became irritable and strode over, sweeping the iron rod in his hand. An Zheng stepped forward and landed on the sweeping iron bar, then kicked Wang Cong in the face with a side kick.
Li Buzhi is one of them, a young talent who has broken through to the realm of Sumeru.
Cui Haolai: "Why can't it be you?"
This kick was very powerful, and An Zheng didn't want to kill him, so he showed mercy.
Wang Cong sat there shaking, then fell down with a plop.
Wang Cong sneered: "What, are you going to abstain voluntarily?"
The people who had been clamoring all fell silent, and everyone began to recalculate their own strength. Many of them were dissatisfied with An Zheng. They felt that An Zheng was only promoted by the Ministry of War. If they had that kind of luck, they would definitely not be worse than An Zheng, or even do better.
An Zheng rolled back and jumped off Wang Cong, landing firmly on his feet.
But after kicking Wang Cong in the face, he just tilted his head and it didn't seem to have any impact. The dust on his face was still there, and he screamed violently, holding the iron rod in one hand and grabbing An Zheng's clothes with the other.
But what is even more shocking is that Wang Cong did not die under this blow.
An Zheng: "I just finished a match and won. According to the rules, I will not play until the next round."
The force of the successive explosions was equivalent to applying nine boosts to the iron rod. The iron rod moved backwards so fast that it was impossible to dodge.
The people who had been clamoring all fell silent, and everyone began to recalculate their own strength. Many of them were dissatisfied with An Zheng. They felt that An Zheng was only promoted by the Ministry of War. If they had that kind of luck, they would definitely not be worse than An Zheng, or even do better.
In fact, to put it simply, fighting with the first-grade students is so boring. I really want to fight with the senior students...
An Zheng rolled back and jumped off Wang Cong, landing firmly on his feet.
An Zheng swung back, turned around on the iron rod to avoid Wang Cong's fist, and then flexibly moved around behind Wang Cong.
However, all this beauty was destroyed by An Zheng's punches and kicks.
An Zheng swung back, turned around on the iron rod to avoid Wang Cong's fist, and then flexibly moved around behind Wang Cong.
An Zheng swung back, turned around on the iron rod to avoid Wang Cong's fist, and then flexibly moved around behind Wang Cong.
This scene was exactly the same as when Qu Liuxi defeated his first opponent in his life in Changju City in the Fantasy World. One can imagine how deeply those winding shadows left an impression on An Zheng's heart.
An Zheng, who had not yet completely left the stage, paused in his steps, frowned slightly and looked back at Cui Haolai.
Cui Haolai: "Why can't it be you?"
Cui Haolai, an official from the Ministry of Rites, shook his head in disappointment and said impatiently: "The winner is Wuyuan Anzheng."
An Zheng frowned slightly and turned aside.
Everyone sees the success of others and then transfers it to themselves. But they cannot see or are unwilling to see the efforts that others have made for this kind of success. They attribute all other people's success to luck.
Wang Cong is a tall and sturdy man, standing at 1.9 meters tall. He is a bit bloated in stature, but it is said that this man is born with supernatural powers. In fact, when it comes to cultivation level, he may be worse than Li Buzhi. But if he really fought with Li Buzhi, Li Buzhi might lose miserably.
An Zheng grabbed Wang Cong's hair with one hand, squatted on Wang Cong's shoulders with both feet, and then used his right hand to slash at the back of Wang Cong's neck with a palm knife!
In fact, to put it simply, fighting with the first-grade students is so boring. I really want to fight with the senior students...
But what is even more shocking is that Wang Cong did not die under this blow.
With a snap, An Zheng's palm cut into Wang Cong's neck.
An Zheng calmed down, turned around and walked back to the field.
An Zheng paused, and when he looked back at Cui Haolai, there was already murderous intent in his eyes.
But this time, he actually couldn't feel the slightest bit of cultivation power, relying entirely on his arm strength.
His muscles were too weird. Logically speaking, a practitioner in the realm of ascending essence could not stop An Zheng from exploding with anger.
As soon as Wang Cong finished speaking, he strode towards An Zheng, his feet making a thumping sound on the ground.
Wang Cong rushed forward a few steps, his head shaking involuntarily. But what surprised An Zheng was that he was still fine! An Zheng didn't want to kill people casually, nor did he want to seriously injure people casually, so he left some room for action and did not use the power of cultivation. But with his current physical strength in the Sumeru realm, even a stone tablet could be cracked with just one palm strike.
An Zheng rolled back and jumped off Wang Cong, landing firmly on his feet.
But he still wanted to stand up. He tried to support the ground with his hands several times, but his mind was really dizzy and he failed several times.
An Zheng said, it's so boring, I really want to go to the Battle of Bakui.
However, Wang Cong just staggered, cursed angrily, and then recovered again. He swung his arm back and swung the iron rod to hit behind him.
An Zheng, who had not yet completely left the stage, paused in his steps, frowned slightly and looked back at Cui Haolai.
But this time, he actually couldn't feel the slightest bit of cultivation power, relying entirely on his arm strength.
With a snap, An Zheng's palm cut into Wang Cong's neck.
An Zheng calmed down, turned around and walked back to the field.
If this fist wind appeared in the water, you would see it more clearly. It was a force that exploded nine times in a row, each time more violent than the last. It can explode nine waves in a row in the water, which is as shocking as nine mushroom clouds stacked on top of each other.
Nine-dan boxing.
Cui Haolai: "Why can't it be you?"
Wang Cong sat there shaking, then fell down with a plop.
An Zheng rolled back and jumped off Wang Cong, landing firmly on his feet.
Everyone sees the success of others and then transfers it to themselves. But they cannot see or are unwilling to see the efforts that others have made for this kind of success. They attribute all other people's success to luck.
Wang Cong's stick knocked him forward, and he fell to the ground as if a mountain collapsed. But what no one expected was that after a few seconds, the guy stood up unsteadily again, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, apparently knocking him unconscious.
An Zheng bent down to pick up the iron rod that fell on the ground, and threw it away with a wave of his hand. The iron rod rotated rapidly, flew over like a hot wheel, and hit Wang Cong's forehead accurately. The banging sound seemed to hit everyone's heart, and everyone's heart twitched.
An Zheng, who had not yet completely left the stage, paused in his steps, frowned slightly and looked back at Cui Haolai.
But Wang Cong's stick didn't miss. Not even a second after An Zheng rolled away, the iron stick hit Wang Cong hard on the back of his head.
Cui Haolai said: "Although someone may have made a mistake, the rules are the rules. Since you have been called, you must go on the field to compete. If you do not compete, I will treat you as an automatic abstainer, in which case you can leave. Yes, you can leave at any time.”
When Wang Cong walked up, his steps were so heavy that the ground was shaking as he landed.
Wang Cong sneered: "What, are you going to abstain voluntarily?"
But he still wanted to stand up. He tried to support the ground with his hands several times, but his mind was really dizzy and he failed several times.
An Zheng calmed down, turned around and walked back to the field.
When Wang Cong walked up, his steps were so heavy that the ground was shaking as he landed.
The banging sound made all the people watching tremble in their hearts. The power of this stick can smash even a big stone.
But the gas explosion only shattered Wang Cong's clothes, and there wasn't even a scratch on his bronze skin.
An Zheng asked: "Why me again?"
An Zheng stepped aside again, and the stone lion hit the ground, smashing a lot of bluestone slabs and creating a big hole in the ground. Amidst the swirling rubble and smoke, Wang Cong rushed over again.
An Zheng frowned slightly and turned aside.
"You little weakling, watch me tear you apart!"
Cui Haolai, an official of the Ministry of Rites, was surprised. He didn't expect An Zheng to win so quickly. Legend has it that the students in this Chuxiong War are all outstanding, and many of them are strong men who have already entered the realm of Sumeru at a young age.
An Zheng paused, and when he looked back at Cui Haolai, there was already murderous intent in his eyes.
Wang Cong sat there shaking, then fell down with a plop.
Wang Cong's stick knocked him forward, and he fell to the ground as if a mountain collapsed. But what no one expected was that after a few seconds, the guy stood up unsteadily again, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, apparently knocking him unconscious.
Wang Cong walked over and waved, and a black iron rod appeared in his hand. This iron rod seems to be as thick as an ordinary person's forearm and two meters long, so Wang Cong must have a space magic weapon on his body. Wang Cong rushed towards An Zheng and slammed down the iron rod.
But Wang Cong's stick didn't miss. Not even a second after An Zheng rolled away, the iron stick hit Wang Cong hard on the back of his head.
He turned around, looked at An Zheng's position, and then rushed forward with an iron rod in hand.
Cui Haolai put his hand into the box again and turned it around, then pinched out a ball of paper and opened it: "His opponent is... Wu Yuan An Zheng!"
An Zheng asked: "Why me again?"
An Zheng calmed down, turned around and walked back to the field.
When Wang Cong walked up, his steps were so heavy that the ground was shaking as he landed.
Wang Cong walked over and waved, and a black iron rod appeared in his hand. This iron rod seems to be as thick as an ordinary person's forearm and two meters long, so Wang Cong must have a space magic weapon on his body. Wang Cong rushed towards An Zheng and slammed down the iron rod.
An Zheng swung back, turned around on the iron rod to avoid Wang Cong's fist, and then flexibly moved around behind Wang Cong.
An Zheng sighed and thought to himself, is this guy invincible
Cui Haolai was a little disappointed and reached into the box again.
An Zheng noticed Wang Cong's weirdness and stepped back lightly. The iron rod hit the ground, creating a large crater with a diameter of more than two meters!
Wang Cong rushed forward a few steps, his head shaking involuntarily. But what surprised An Zheng was that he was still fine! An Zheng didn't want to kill people casually, nor did he want to seriously injure people casually, so he left some room for action and did not use the power of cultivation. But with his current physical strength in the Sumeru realm, even a stone tablet could be cracked with just one palm strike.
Wang Cong hit An Zheng on the head with a stick, which was obviously a fatal blow. An Zheng gave him up several times in a row before finally getting angry and punching the iron stick.
The people who had been clamoring all fell silent, and everyone began to recalculate their own strength. Many of them were dissatisfied with An Zheng. They felt that An Zheng was only promoted by the Ministry of War. If they had that kind of luck, they would definitely not be worse than An Zheng, or even do better.
The force of the successive explosions was equivalent to applying nine boosts to the iron rod. The iron rod moved backwards so fast that it was impossible to dodge.
Cui Haolai: "Why can't it be you?"
Gaoyuan Lake didn't seem to be disappointed with Li Buzhi's failure, because he knew very well that An Zheng's strength was by no means comparable to that of someone like Li Buzhi in the Battle of Chuxiong. No one knew what he was looking at or what he was waiting for.
If his opponent had not been An Zheng, his life might have continued to be prosperous for many more years. After all, there are not many practitioners at his age who can touch the realm of Sumeru. Even if it is placed in Da Xi, his talent can at least get a place in a sect below the medium size.
An Zheng noticed Wang Cong's weirdness and stepped back lightly. The iron rod hit the ground, creating a large crater with a diameter of more than two meters!
At this moment, Gao Yuanhu, who was watching the battle from a distance, frowned slightly.
Cui Haolai said: "This is the theory in theory, but there are always mistakes, right? Maybe someone neglected and wrote your name twice, and I pulled your name out again by coincidence."
His muscles were too weird. Logically speaking, a practitioner in the realm of ascending essence could not stop An Zheng from exploding with anger.
Seeing An Zheng avoid him again, Wang Cong became irritable and strode over, sweeping the iron rod in his hand. An Zheng stepped forward and landed on the sweeping iron bar, then kicked Wang Cong in the face with a side kick.
But Wang Cong's stick didn't miss. Not even a second after An Zheng rolled away, the iron stick hit Wang Cong hard on the back of his head.
An Zheng stepped aside again, and the stone lion hit the ground, smashing a lot of bluestone slabs and creating a big hole in the ground. Amidst the swirling rubble and smoke, Wang Cong rushed over again.
An Zheng politely cupped his fists, but Wang Cong, who was almost a head taller than An Zheng, punched him directly.
"Nine-level Quan... This is a Baipin skill. Where did An Zheng come from?"
Cui Haolai, an official from the Ministry of Rites, shook his head in disappointment and said impatiently: "The winner is Wuyuan Anzheng."
An Zheng bent down to pick up the iron rod that fell on the ground, and threw it away with a wave of his hand. The iron rod rotated rapidly, flew over like a hot wheel, and hit Wang Cong's forehead accurately. The banging sound seemed to hit everyone's heart, and everyone's heart twitched.
"The next person to compete is Wang Cong from Dading Academy."
Wang Cong sat there shaking, then fell down with a plop.
An Zheng noticed Wang Cong's weirdness and stepped back lightly. The iron rod hit the ground, creating a large crater with a diameter of more than two meters!
Nine-dan boxing.
At this moment, Gao Yuanhu, who was watching the battle from a distance, frowned slightly.
An Zheng noticed Wang Cong's weirdness and stepped back lightly. The iron rod hit the ground, creating a large crater with a diameter of more than two meters!
Cui Haolai said: "This is the theory in theory, but there are always mistakes, right? Maybe someone neglected and wrote your name twice, and I pulled your name out again by coincidence."
In the first paragraph, the wind and waves on the fist caused the iron rod to collapse. The iron rod was lifted up involuntarily and hit Wang Cong's own head. But this was only the first paragraph. The air explosion continued to explode on the iron rod, becoming more violent each time.
If his opponent had not been An Zheng, his life might have continued to be prosperous for many more years. After all, there are not many practitioners at his age who can touch the realm of Sumeru. Even if it is placed in Da Xi, his talent can at least get a place in a sect below the medium size.
If his opponent had not been An Zheng, his life might have continued to be prosperous for many more years. After all, there are not many practitioners at his age who can touch the realm of Sumeru. Even if it is placed in Da Xi, his talent can at least get a place in a sect below the medium size.
If this fist wind appeared in the water, you would see it more clearly. It was a force that exploded nine times in a row, each time more violent than the last. It can explode nine waves in a row in the water, which is as shocking as nine mushroom clouds stacked on top of each other.
Wang Cong rushed forward a few steps, his head shaking involuntarily. But what surprised An Zheng was that he was still fine! An Zheng didn't want to kill people casually, nor did he want to seriously injure people casually, so he left some room for action and did not use the power of cultivation. But with his current physical strength in the Sumeru realm, even a stone tablet could be cracked with just one palm strike.
An Zheng paused, and when he looked back at Cui Haolai, there was already murderous intent in his eyes.
But Wang Cong's stick didn't miss. Not even a second after An Zheng rolled away, the iron stick hit Wang Cong hard on the back of his head.
Cui Haolai said: "Although someone may have made a mistake, the rules are the rules. Since you have been called, you must go on the field to compete. If you do not compete, I will treat you as an automatic abstainer, in which case you can leave. Yes, you can leave at any time.”
Wang Cong's stick knocked him forward, and he fell to the ground as if a mountain collapsed. But what no one expected was that after a few seconds, the guy stood up unsteadily again, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, apparently knocking him unconscious.
The force of the successive explosions was equivalent to applying nine boosts to the iron rod. The iron rod moved backwards so fast that it was impossible to dodge.
An Zheng calmed down, turned around and walked back to the field.
Seeing An Zheng avoid him again, Wang Cong became irritable and strode over, sweeping the iron rod in his hand. An Zheng stepped forward and landed on the sweeping iron bar, then kicked Wang Cong in the face with a side kick.
An Zheng asked: "Why me again?"
Cui Haolai said: "Although someone may have made a mistake, the rules are the rules. Since you have been called, you must go on the field to compete. If you do not compete, I will treat you as an automatic abstainer, in which case you can leave. Yes, you can leave at any time.”
Wang Cong's stick knocked him forward, and he fell to the ground as if a mountain collapsed. But what no one expected was that after a few seconds, the guy stood up unsteadily again, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, apparently knocking him unconscious.
This scene was exactly the same as when Qu Liuxi defeated his first opponent in his life in Changju City in the Fantasy World. One can imagine how deeply those winding shadows left an impression on An Zheng's heart.
But even so, the guy was still struggling and sat up unsteadily.
boom!
In fact, to put it simply, fighting with the first-grade students is so boring. I really want to fight with the senior students...
Although Wang Cong is very strong and tall, he has a small head and a small face. It seems that the head and body are completely out of proportion. There is an Aisi head on the body of Chachacha Ailou. The eyes are small, the nose is small, and the mouth is also small, and it is also thin and pointed. Although the nose is small, it is still quite straight. No matter how you look at it, it is a bit strange.
As soon as Wang Cong finished speaking, he strode towards An Zheng, his feet making a thumping sound on the ground.
The iron rod hit Wang Cong's head hard, causing thousands of plum blossoms to bloom in an instant. Even if Wang Cong has a brass head and an iron arm, the force of this stick is enough to break through. The iron rod smashed into Wang Cong's head and his skin and flesh were torn apart. Blood splattered and shot around. The sight made people feel chills in their hearts.
But Wang Cong's stick didn't miss. Not even a second after An Zheng rolled away, the iron stick hit Wang Cong hard on the back of his head.
Cui Haolai was a little disappointed and reached into the box again.
Wang Cong hit An Zheng on the head with a stick, which was obviously a fatal blow. An Zheng gave him up several times in a row before finally getting angry and punching the iron stick.
boom!
Many people have said privately that if I had An Zheng's background, I would already be famous all over the world.
But this time, he actually couldn't feel the slightest bit of cultivation power, relying entirely on his arm strength.
But what is even more shocking is that Wang Cong did not die under this blow.
An Zheng said, it's so boring, I really want to go to the Battle of Bakui.
An Zheng grabbed Wang Cong's hair with one hand, squatted on Wang Cong's shoulders with both feet, and then used his right hand to slash at the back of Wang Cong's neck with a palm knife!
An Zheng asked: "Why me again?"
An Zheng frowned slightly and turned aside.
This kick was very powerful, and An Zheng didn't want to kill him, so he showed mercy.
His muscles were too weird. Logically speaking, a practitioner in the realm of ascending essence could not stop An Zheng from exploding with anger.
As soon as Wang Cong finished speaking, he strode towards An Zheng, his feet making a thumping sound on the ground.
Gaoyuan Lake didn't seem to be disappointed with Li Buzhi's failure, because he knew very well that An Zheng's strength was by no means comparable to that of someone like Li Buzhi in the Battle of Chuxiong. No one knew what he was looking at or what he was waiting for.
There was a big gash in his head, and he was bleeding profusely. He fell backwards and his back hit the ground heavily.
Li Buzhi is one of them, a young talent who has broken through to the realm of Sumeru.
His muscles were too weird. Logically speaking, a practitioner in the realm of ascending essence could not stop An Zheng from exploding with anger.
But he still wanted to stand up. He tried to support the ground with his hands several times, but his mind was really dizzy and he failed several times.
Cui Hao looked at Dading Academy and said, "Come on."
Wang Cong is a tall and sturdy man, standing at 1.9 meters tall. He is a bit bloated in stature, but it is said that this man is born with supernatural powers. In fact, when it comes to cultivation level, he may be worse than Li Buzhi. But if he really fought with Li Buzhi, Li Buzhi might lose miserably.
boom!
His muscles were too weird. Logically speaking, a practitioner in the realm of ascending essence could not stop An Zheng from exploding with anger.
An Zheng walked over and grabbed Wang Cong's ankle, then used his arm to pick up Wang Cong and threw him away. Wang Cong's body spun and flew away from the field, landing at least thirty meters away. After hitting the ground, he rolled out several meters away.
Cui Haolai, an official from the Ministry of Rites, shook his head in disappointment and said impatiently: "The winner is Wuyuan Anzheng."
But even so, the guy was still struggling and sat up unsteadily.
However, all this beauty was destroyed by An Zheng's punches and kicks.
But even so, the guy was still struggling and sat up unsteadily.
Cui Hao looked at Dading Academy and said, "Come on."
A broken arm can be reattached, but if the mood is ruined, it will be much more difficult to recover.
An Zheng calmed down, turned around and walked back to the field.
But he still wanted to stand up. He tried to support the ground with his hands several times, but his mind was really dizzy and he failed several times.
Cui Hao looked at Dading Academy and said, "Come on."
An Zheng bent down to pick up the iron rod that fell on the ground, and threw it away with a wave of his hand. The iron rod rotated rapidly, flew over like a hot wheel, and hit Wang Cong's forehead accurately. The banging sound seemed to hit everyone's heart, and everyone's heart twitched.
Wang Cong sat there shaking, then fell down with a plop.
Wang Cong sneered: "What, are you going to abstain voluntarily?"
"You little weakling, watch me tear you apart!"
An Zheng calmed down, turned around and walked back to the field.
But he still wanted to stand up. He tried to support the ground with his hands several times, but his mind was really dizzy and he failed several times.
An Zheng punched out, but he still looked ordinary. But the fist wind suddenly appeared in front of Wang Cong, and a blast of energy shook Wang Cong. But it was just a shake. Wang Cong shook his head, cursed and continued walking forward.
Others from Xiongyan Academy came over quickly, helped the injured Li Buzhi up and walked back. Li Buzhi, who had sweat on his sore forehead, looked at An Zheng fiercely. If looks could kill, An Zheng would have been torn into pieces.
Wang Cong sat there shaking, then fell down with a plop.
In fact, to put it simply, fighting with the first-grade students is so boring. I really want to fight with the senior students...
Wang Cong punched the ball empty, rushed over, grabbed a stone lion placed on the sidelines with both hands, and hugged it. The stone lion weighed at least a thousand kilograms. The muscles in his arms bulged. He held the stone lion and smashed it towards An Zheng.
An Zheng: "I just finished a match and won. According to the rules, I will not play until the next round."
Cui Haolai, an official from the Ministry of Rites, shook his head in disappointment and said impatiently: "The winner is Wuyuan Anzheng."
But he still wanted to stand up. He tried to support the ground with his hands several times, but his mind was really dizzy and he failed several times.
Wang Cong hit An Zheng on the head with a stick, which was obviously a fatal blow. An Zheng gave him up several times in a row before finally getting angry and punching the iron stick.
At this moment, Gao Yuanhu, who was watching the battle from a distance, frowned slightly.
When Wang Cong walked up, his steps were so heavy that the ground was shaking as he landed.
In the first paragraph, the wind and waves on the fist caused the iron rod to collapse. The iron rod was lifted up involuntarily and hit Wang Cong's own head. But this was only the first paragraph. The air explosion continued to explode on the iron rod, becoming more violent each time.
Then he put his hand into the box: "The next person to appear... is still from Dading Academy, and his name is Su Feizheng. His opponent is... well, his opponent is An Zheng of Wuyuan!"
Although Wang Cong is very strong and tall, he has a small head and a small face. It seems that the head and body are completely out of proportion. There is an Aisi head on the body of Chachacha Ailou. The eyes are small, the nose is small, and the mouth is also small, and it is also thin and pointed. Although the nose is small, it is still quite straight. No matter how you look at it, it is a bit strange.
Seeing An Zheng avoid him again, Wang Cong became irritable and strode over, sweeping the iron rod in his hand. An Zheng stepped forward and landed on the sweeping iron bar, then kicked Wang Cong in the face with a side kick.
An Zheng paused, and when he looked back at Cui Haolai, there was already murderous intent in his eyes.
An Zheng paused, and when he looked back at Cui Haolai, there was already murderous intent in his eyes.
An Zheng walked over and grabbed Wang Cong's ankle, then used his arm to pick up Wang Cong and threw him away. Wang Cong's body spun and flew away from the field, landing at least thirty meters away. After hitting the ground, he rolled out several meters away.
This kick was very powerful, and An Zheng didn't want to kill him, so he showed mercy.
Others from Xiongyan Academy came over quickly, helped the injured Li Buzhi up and walked back. Li Buzhi, who had sweat on his sore forehead, looked at An Zheng fiercely. If looks could kill, An Zheng would have been torn into pieces.