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Wang Zheng stood up from a half-kneeling state, first looked around, and then wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his hand.

Sure enough, the clansmen who came to challenge in the ring on the second day were stronger than on the first day.

The people who challenged themselves on the first day were just blue-gifted people. But today, not only the blue-talented, but also the purple-gifted clansmen have also come to the stage.

In the case that he couldn't use the rune skills, Wang Zheng was completely fighting with his own strength.

Compared to strength, especially the orcs, they are completely born for strength, and every punch is incomparably huge.

Each race you encounter has its own characteristics, some are fast, some have amazing defense, some have strong strength, and some have sensitivity that can drive you crazy.

Wang Zheng, who stood up, squinted his eyes again and stood indifferently.

Looking at Wang Zheng's crumbling appearance, it seemed that he had made people of other races see hope.

So, all the clansmen jumped into the ring, threw down the bone lines, and rushed to Wang Zheng after pounce.

"The eighth."

"The ninth."

"The tenth."

By the time of the tenth, Wang Zheng was almost lying in the ring.

However, Wang Zheng was very sober, and before waiting for another clansman to jump up, grab ten bone patterns, just run out, endure the severe pain on his body, and roll off the ring.

This time it was embarrassing, but at least Wang Zheng persevered.

With injuries all over his body, Wang Zheng returned to the cultivation room again, and the ten bone patterns once again turned into strength.

"There are still about seventy yuan left, and then hold on."

"I want them to know what it means to be a Xiaoqiang who can't be killed."

Wang Zheng grinned, the more he fights, the stronger he will become, devouring the bone lines, and he will continue to make himself stronger.

Wang Zheng lay on the platform in embarrassment, gasping for air.

The people of all ethnic groups around were all staring at Wang Zheng angrily, but there was no way, Wang Zheng got out of the ring, and they didn't dare to do it if they wanted to. On this day, there were four guards in the training valley standing here, they stared coldly at the ring, and no one dared to make a mistake.

The guards of the Training Valley, their strength is completely unfathomable, and no one thinks that they can defeat them.

"Coward, didn't you say you're awesome? Come on, fight again. ”

"What is it to escape?"

"Despicable Terran."

"Terran boy, if you go to the ring again, grandpa, I will screw your head off."

All the clansmen are clamoring, they have already seen that Wang Zheng is the end of the crossbow at all, as long as Wang Zheng can't stand the provocation and goes to the ring again, everyone is sure that Wang Zheng will be destroyed.

Pity......

Wang Zheng got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and staggered away with some broken bone armor, ignoring the clamor of these clansmen.

Next.

When everyone thought that Wang Zheng could not stand up again, early in the morning, Wang Zheng was already standing in the ring. In the same way, the weak Terran had a crumbling feeling, as if the wind would blow it away.

After two days in the ring, everyone understood that this Terran boy was already seriously injured and could fall to the ground and die at any time.

It's just that no one knows why the other party will stand in the ring under heavy blows?

On this day, it was the third day, and everyone knew the rules of the Terran kid in front of him, which was to only fight ten times a day, and then he would leave the ring.

If there were still many races who didn't know about the first and second days, on the third day, almost the entire training valley knew about it, and thousands of the Chosen ones gathered in the ring, they wanted to see how long this crazy Terran kid could hold on?

Some of the stronger races appeared, standing in front of the ring with their arms crossed.

Wang Zheng's current appearance is really too deceptive, as if anyone can pinch him to death with one hand.

"I'll ......"

An anxious Wing Clansman shook his wings, and he had already fallen into the ring, and he threw down a piece of bone pattern, his wings shook, and he rushed towards Wang Zheng with lightning.

"It's Locke of the Wings."

"I didn't expect the famous genius in the training valley to come."

"Locke makes a move, this Terran kid is dead."

"Looks like the excitement is coming to an end."

The people of all ethnic groups who were watching all smiled when they saw that it was Locke who appeared. This Terran kid is definitely going to fail this time, let him show off his power for three days, and it's time to end.

No one thought that Wang Zheng would defeat Locke again, and Locke was one of the geniuses with the gift of red.

And the speed advantage of the wing clan is too obvious.

However......

When Locke was blasted out of the ring by Wang Zheng, his jaw dropped in shock, no one believed what they saw, and even Locke was beaten out of the ring by Wang Zheng in a very short period of time, with exquisite combat skills.

And Wang Zheng, once again, was injured a lot, with bone armor, but he was still covered in blood.

Wang Zheng clenched his fists tightly, still standing in the ring.

Soon, the second clansman, who thought there was something cheap to pick up, appeared in the ring again.

In the next five days, Wang Zheng seemed to have become an undefeated legend, and it turned out to be back and forth, eight days, without a single failure, ten games a day, all of which defeated the opponent by a narrow margin.

Wang Zheng always defeated his opponent when he thought he would lose.

Eight days, eighty bone lines.

Every day after returning, Wang Zheng is in the cultivation room, directly absorbing the bone patterns he won. Every day, Wang Zheng is getting stronger, and with the eighty bone patterns plus the previous five, Wang Zheng has reached the bottleneck of the refiner.

"It only takes fifteen yuan to break through this bottleneck and become a law enforcer."

Wang Zheng had firmness in his eyes, and next, Wang Zheng understood that no clansman would ignore him, and those clansmen who dared to come up would be the real geniuses and leaders in the training valley.

If you're not careful, you might be killed by them.

…………

"Interesting."

On a mountain peak on the edge of the training valley, in a building like an eagle's beak, a tall Devouring Clan man praised, and in front of it, there was a virtual projection, on which was about Wang Zheng's battles in the past eight days.

"The combat skills are exquisite, the consciousness is very strong, and the key is that he has a lot of ideas, and he actually deceived most of the Chosen One."

Sighing softly, it stood with its hands in its hands and said, "This is the lucky boy that the Moon God King commanded?" It is worthy of the race that the Moon God King fancy, and it is really different. ”

"In the eight days, the strength has changed every day, and the only explanation is bone lines."

"In other words, this kid has the ability to absorb bone lines quickly?"

The tall Devouring Clan, just from the information in his hand, he guessed Wang Zheng's ability nine times out of ten. People like this who can quickly absorb bone patterns will have unlimited achievements in the future.

"Chief, when this Terran kid can break through to the enforcer, I will arrange for him to try. Hehe, I'm looking forward to what he's going to be like when he grows up? ”

The Devouring Clan, known as the Chieftain, was a Titan, nearly three meters tall, without a trace of expression on its face. (To be continued.) )