The strength in my hands increased little by little, and He Zizhen's face became more and more ugly, slowly turning from blood red to purple!

When Dean Dong heard this, he hurriedly came up in a vain attempt to stop him. I sneered, it was too late, and my other fist was raised violently and smashed into He Zizhen's chest!

With a "boom", my fist slammed into He Zizhen's chest, and He Zizhen suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

My fist did not stop because of this, but smashed a fist on He Zizhen's chest, He Zizhen had already been smashed to death by my fist, but I did not stop, vowing to blow He Zizhen into slag!

Finally, with the fall of my fist, He Zizhen's body turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded in mid-air!

A touch of red in the sun is extraordinarily beautiful.

Dean Dong stood aside, his face a little ugly, and the audience was silent.

"That's... That kid actually smashed He Zizhen, the first disciple of the Eastern Courtyard, with his fist! ”

"And... And he's only a low-level Yellow Order! The audience finally couldn't bear it anymore and started talking loudly.

Wave after wave, the sound became louder and louder, and everyone's eyes were focused on me.

"You're in trouble, you know." Dean Dong said coldly.

I looked at Dean Dong and said, "Isn't the martial arts tournament supposed to be life and death, what if I kill him?" ”

"But he's the first disciple of the Eastern Academy!" Dean Dong said.

"So what, the first disciple of the Eastern Courtyard was killed due to his poor strength, is it someone else's fault?" I said coldly.

After saying that, I looked at the audience and glanced at the people in our dormitory.

Their faces changed suddenly, and they quickly turned their eyes to the other side, not daring to look directly at me.

"Dean, according to the rules, shouldn't I go to the Scripture Pavilion to choose a Yellow Rank Cultivation Book?" I said to Dean Dong.

"You've only taken first place in your group, and there are three other groups." Dean Dong said.

I sneered and said, "Aren't the first of the other three groups also those people in our dormitory, ask them, do they dare to fight me?" ”

"This..."Dean Dong looked at the other three people, and the other three people knew that as long as they came to power, I would definitely kill them, so they didn't care about their faces, and found a reason to hurry away.

"Okay." Dean Dong said helplessly, "You come with me." ”

I nodded, jumped off the stage, and followed Dean Dong towards the Scripture Pavilion.

The Pavilion resembles a huge temple, and there are a few minor monks sweeping the floor at the door. The door of the Scripture Pavilion was wide open, and an old man was sitting at the door basking in the sun.

Dean Dong led me over quickly, then arched his hand to the old man, and said, "Uncle Jiang, I'm here again." ”

Uncle Jiang glanced at me with a fan, then nodded and motioned for me to go in.

Dean Dong hurriedly arched his hand again, then looked at me and said, "You can only choose one, remember not to be greedy." ”

"Don't worry." I said to Dean Dong.

After speaking, I strode into the Scripture Pavilion, and as soon as I entered, a quaint atmosphere came to my nose. The cultivation books in front of me are comparable to a library, layer after layer, and I am dazzled to see them.

On the most western level, there is the Yellow Rank Cultivation Book, and according to the rules, I can only choose one book from the Yellow Rank Cultivation Book.

There are so many cultivation books in "Thunderstorm Ring, Stone Mao Technique, Seal Lock, and Cross Slash" that I don't know which one to choose.

"I'm majoring in physical arts, and my body is much harder than ordinary people, and these are not suitable for me." I spun around and shook my head.

The Wumen sect is worthy of being the main sect that has been circulating for several years, and there are many cultivation books in it, just the yellow level cultivation book, it took me nearly two hours to turn from the front to the rear, but I haven't found one to satisfy me.

At this time, that Uncle Jiang suddenly appeared in front of me, and when I saw him, I hurriedly arched my hand to him.

"Haven't chosen?" Uncle Jiang said.

I nodded and said, "I didn't find one that satisfied me." ”

When Uncle Jiang heard this, he immediately laughed and said, "Boy, you have such a big breath, there are so many Yellow Rank cultivation books, none of them satisfy you?" ”

"Exactly." I nodded, "I'm looking for a cultivation book that has special attainments in physical arts." ”

"Oh? Somatic art is the lowest level of cultivation of monks, why do you want to choose somatic arts? The old man asked when he heard this.

"......" I didn't speak.

Uncle Jiang smiled: "Since you don't want to say, then I won't ask more." I'll give you another hour, and if you haven't found one you're happy with, I'll give you a random one. ”

After saying that, Uncle Jiang disappeared in front of me.

The strength of this Uncle Jiang should not be underestimated.

I continued to walk forward, when suddenly a yellow-faced book appeared in front of my eyes, this yellow-faced book looked a little worn-out, and even covered with dust.

I took the yellow book down with a light jump, patted the dust on it, and leaked out the big words on the cover: "Fist of the Saint"

I was shocked, what a domineering name!

"Shatter nine days, do anything."

The eight big characters on the first page immediately made me addicted to it.

"That's it!" I was overjoyed, and walked quickly to the door with this Saint's Fist in my hand.

"I'm going to ask for this cultivation book." I said to Uncle Jiang.

Uncle Jiang glanced at the book with squinted eyes, then stood up from the rocking chair.

"You want this book?" Uncle Jiang said with some surprise.

I nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"You've figured it out." Uncle Jiang sat down slowly, "There are not a few people who come here to choose this book, but in less than a week, they will be sent back in exchange for another book with Xiu Wei Dan." ”

"Huh? Why is that? I asked, puzzled.

"Because of this book, no one has succeeded in cultivating." Uncle Jiang said slowly, "There are two or three hundred people from the Wumen faction, and none of them succeeded. ”

I was taken aback when I heard Uncle Jiang's words, and my face was incredulous.

"Do you want to choose this book now?" Uncle Jiang asked.

I thought about it, gritted my teeth and said, "That's it!" ”

"Okay." Uncle Jiang nodded, and with a wave of his hand, a notepad appeared in his hand. Then he wrote and drew on the notepad empty-handed, and wrote down the book and my name on it.

"If you are not satisfied with the cultivation book you have chosen within a week, you can add a hundred cultivation pills and come back to exchange them." Uncle Jiang said after writing it.

"Thank you, Uncle Jiang." I arched my hand and strode away with the book in hand.

After coming out of the scripture pavilion, I couldn't wait to go back to the dormitory, and when I returned to the dormitory, I found that the people in our dormitory were discussing something on the bedside of the dormitory.

I glanced at them, said nothing, climbed into bed, sat down cross-legged, and then took out the book of the Fist of the Saint and placed it in front of me to open the second page.

"Since ancient times, the fist of the saint came from the saint Wuji, took the galactic meteorite, made the Wuji fist gauntlet, hit the gods of the nine heavens, punished the evil ghosts of the nine earths, and did everything."

"Ah, Senior Brother, the Fist of the Saint you chose?" At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded beside him.

I looked up at him and saw that it was the kid from our dorm.

"No one can comprehend the fist of the saint, if you comprehend the fist of the saint, with your hard body, it is estimated that no one in the West Courtyard will be your opponent!"

"Yes, yes, at that time, I'm afraid you will be the first person in the Yellow Order!" Another kid from our dorm room said the same.

I didn't speak, and slowly closed my eyes, ready to comprehend the book.

When those two men saw that I ignored them, they were embarrassed to speak again.

After closing my eyes, it was pitch black in front of me, and this book of cultivation was simple and motionless, like my dantian.

I didn't rush and continued to comprehend, waiting for the response of the book.

However, an hour passed, and the book still did not respond.

I frowned, could it be that this book was destined to be lost to me?