"Too ...... It's undignified!"

One of the cultivators covered his face and said, "This is like a duel between two cultivators, but like a street fight, with bricks and ...... It's not elegant at all, it's not atmospheric!"

The other teacher nodded and said seriously, "Indeed...... But it's still nice to watch. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Chang Huan kept looking at it with a cold face, and when he saw An Zheng's two bricks overturning Ding Shengxia, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching. He had long expected that An Zheng must have hidden his strength, and this guy was always impressive. When you think that's his limit, he's still going to be surprised.

One of the teachers couldn't help but say: "An Zheng, I didn't expect that you had already entered the realm of Sumeru, which is really surprising." But since you have reached the realm of Sumeru, you must have the demeanor of a cultivator in the realm of Sumeru. You hit people like this with a brick in your hand, obviously...... Obviously not very elegant. ”

An Zheng sighed: "I am a cultivator of the Sumeru realm, so I can't shoot people with a brick in my hand......"

He waved his hand, pulled out a brick from the wall, and then slapped Ding Shengxia in the face: "How about this?"

The teacher suddenly shut up, not wanting to talk to An Zheng anymore.

An Zheng didn't even glance at Ding Shengxia, who fell to the ground, and ran over to ask Du Shousian: "How much did you win?"

Ding Shengxia pointed to the pile of silver on the table: "It's all there!"

An Zheng grabbed a handful of silver and put it into the arms of the tea stall owner: "The tea money for you." ”

The boss was stupid, and then he couldn't stop thanking him. An Zheng looked at the sack in the corner, which should be filled with firewood. An Zheng went over and brought the sack, and then grabbed a handful of silver and stuffed it into the boss's arms: "Buy your pocket." ”

Du is thin and thin, hehe, hey, laughing, it's called a lewdness. An Zheng held his pocket, he filled it with silver one by one, filled it with a full sack, and stuffed a small part of Du Thin into his arms.

The owner of the tea stall shouted next to him: "I still have a pocket, do I want to buy it?"

Du Slender glared at him: "Greed kills you." ”

The boss smiled and blushed.

An Zheng carried the sack, Du was thin and thin, and he walked away so angrily, not to mention how happy he was.

Those who bet on Ding Shengxia in the distance looked depressed, but the Yanren gambled well, and they were willing to lose, so they were depressed, and they were also satisfied to see such a unique competition.

Ding Shengxia lay on the ground on all fours, feeling that the whole world was leaving him. In stark contrast to An Zhengdu's thin and skinny and happy departure, Ding Shengxia, who was full of flowers, felt that he had been humiliated again, completely humiliated. He thought that he had ascended to the realm of Sumeru in one fell swoop, and even if he gave up the qualification to participate in the battle of the champions, it would be worth it to take revenge.

But now, An Zheng still defeated him in such a rude and unreasonable way. He remembered what An Zheng had said before...... You're no longer you, and I'm still me...... In other words, An Zheng had already entered the realm of Sumeru a long time ago. In other words, when he fought An Zheng for the first time, if An Zheng was willing, he could lose even more humiliatingly.

Ding Shengxia felt that he was almost dead, at least all his self-esteem was torn apart by An Zheng at this moment, and there was nothing left for him.

Why?

Why?

Behind him is the entire Ding family, a huge network of relationships that his father, Ding, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, has spent most of his life building. The benefits he can get from this network should be impossible for An Zheng to get in his lifetime. However, why is the exercise he learned to be as good as An Zheng, and why is his magic weapon not as good as a brick in An Zheng's hand?

Chang Huan glanced at Ding Shengxia, and then shook his head with some disappointment: "The talent is good, but the heart is too poor, and it is difficult to become a great weapon." ”

After saying these twelve words of comment, Chang Huan turned around and left.

The crowd of spectators gradually dispersed, and the street became quiet again. Ding Shengxia just kept lying on the ground, looking at the sky, feeling that even the floating clouds in the sky were laughing at him. He had the urge to draw his sword to the heavens, and if he could, he would poke the damn god into a hole as well.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Ding Shengxia clenched his fists, his eyes fierce.

I don't know when, Ding Ningdong walked up to him, squatted down and stretched out his hand to pull Ding Shengxia up: "Brother, let's go home." ”

Ding Shengxia glanced at Ding Ningdong: "Get out!"

Ding Ningdong's eyes flashed with tears: "Let's go home, don't lie here, okay?"

Ding Shengxia turned over and sat up, wiping the blood on the corner of his mouth: "Do you think I'm ashamed? Lost the people of the Ding family? Lost your people? You get out of me immediately, you think that having a brother like me makes you shameless, you can pretend not to know me, and you can't pretend to pity me here." I don't need anyone to be pitied, I'm going to kill him and let everyone know I'm better than him!"

He stood up, picked up his sword, and left in solitude.

Sang Rou pulled Ding Ningdong up: "Ignore him, he's a madman now." ”

Ding Ningdong shook his head: "But he is my brother after all." ”

Chang Huan walked back to the martial arts academy, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Yan Chu, the dean of the martial arts academy, standing at the door waiting for him.

Yan Chu glanced at Chang Huan, and said as he walked: "It seems that I still underestimated this Anzheng, and now it seems that he has the ability to win the battle." It's a pity that he has just entered the martial arts academy and can't participate in the battle of Bakui yet. Otherwise, with him and Nie Qing entering the battle of Bakui, the martial arts academy has a great chance of winning. ”

Chang Huan shook his head: "It seems that he has just entered the realm of Sumeru, so he has been hiding his strength." There is more than one Su Feilun in Dading Academy, and there is more than one Fengxiu in Taishang Dojo. Don't forget, there is also a wizard Tang herding cattle under Su Feiwheel, and there is a low-key Li Shisan who often makes people forget him. On the side of the Taishang Dojo, there is also a Ding Wanqiu under Feng Xiuyang, and Han Ruo, who was born with a Taoist fetus. ”

Yan said: "The Martial Academy has only produced a Nie Qing for so many years, but compared to the Dading Academy and the Taishang Dojo, there is still no advantage at all. ”

Chang Huan glanced back at An Zheng: "Four years later, maybe whether it is Dading Academy or Taishang Dojo, no one can compare with him." ”

Yan Chu shook his head: "I can't wait four years for Nie Qing to go up to the third floor." ”

Chang Huan's face changed: "In case something happens, if Nie Qing is useless......

Yan deliberately said: "Everyone has his own chance, and it depends on his creation." ”

On the side of An Zheng, the four guys who seem to regard money as their fate unscrupulously release their happiness. Gu Qianye threw up a piece of silver and caught it as he walked: "It's so funny, that Ding Shengxia must have thought that this time he would definitely win." ”

Du said thinly: "How could he know that we have something as anti-heaven as the seal of the sky." ”

Gu Qianye said: "Doesn't Lao Huo often say, An Zheng's luck is strangely messy, and there is always so much good luck." You say, could it be that he did too many good things in his previous life, so he compensated him in this life?"

Others didn't care much, but An Zheng's heart moved...... Will that be the case?

They chose a restaurant that looked clean and went in, ordered a large table of wine and food very unfrugally, and then ate Haisai. The chefs in this restaurant are really good, although the dishes do not look exquisite, but they make the home cooking to the extreme. There are no dignitaries who come here to eat, but business is not good. They were lucky enough to find a seat by the window on the second floor.

Halfway through eating, An Zheng saw a young man standing on the street below, fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a navy blue robe. The teenager looked clean, not cleanly dressed, but the whole person gave people a sense of cleanliness.

The robe has a Tai Chi pattern, and the clothes are cut to fit perfectly. His cuffs were pulled up, revealing a snow-white lining. On his feet, he wore a pair of cloth shoes with black faces and white soles, and the shoes were spotless.

Behind his back was this wooden sword, dark red in color.

An Zheng was looking at the young man, and the young man was also looking at An Zheng.

Then the robed boy took a step back, took the wooden sword from his back, and swiped it lightly on the ground. There was a shallow trail on the ground, and I don't know what it meant. However, An Zheng's face became extremely solemn, and after being silent for a while, he got up, walked slowly down the second floor and out of the door, and stood opposite the young man in the robe. There is only a distance of about a meter between the two people, and the white line on the ground separates the two people.

"My name is Ding Wanqiu. ”

The young man in the robe spoke in a soft voice, and seemed to be a little shy, more like a girl.

He put the wooden sword back behind his back and clenched his fists: "You just defeated my brother, so I want to come and see you." ”

An Zheng was silent for a full two minutes or so, and then stepped over the white line.

His feet paused for a moment in mid-air, then stepped over. At this time, the distance between the two people was not even half a meter, and they looked at each other's eyes, and they could see clearly what was in each other's eyes.

Ding Wanqiu is very beautiful, and the beautiful ones are a little unusual. His skin was very white, not sickly white, even better than the skin of an ordinary girl. His neck is slender, his hands are also beautiful and slender, and if he changes into women's clothes, he may not have the slightest sense of disobedience. His eyes were large, his eyelashes were long, and there was not a single impurity in the whites of his eyes, so thorough.

When An Zheng took a step and crossed the white line, Ding Wanqiu's face immediately changed, and then he clenched his fists again: "It's really good, it's not a shame for him to lose to you, and that pill is not a humiliation either." ”

After finishing speaking, Ding Wanqiu turned around and left, her pace seemed to be a little unsteady. It's inexplicable to come, and it's inexplicable to go.

An Zheng turned around and beckoned: "Let's go home." ”

Du Slender and Qu Liuxi Gu Qianye hurriedly came down from the upstairs and found An Zheng's face white and terrifying. An Zheng took a few steps forward, his steps vain. When he reached the sixth step, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Du was startled, picked up An Zheng and ran towards the Heavenly Apocalypse Sect. After arriving at the sect, he unbuttoned An Zheng's shirt and found that An Zheng's body was a strange red, and the whole person was hot. Qu Liuxi's face was solemn, and he pulled up An Zheng's trousers and looked at it, and found that the skin on An Zheng's calves had been scalded and cracked, as if he had been splashed with boiling oil.

"Take care of him, I'll go and dispense the medicine. ”

Qu Liuxi turned around and ran out: "I can't imagine that such a polite and polite teenager can cultivate to such a hot and violent level. ”

An Zheng's clothes and shoes didn't look like they had changed, but his body was getting hotter and hotter, as if he had been roasted by the fire.

And a few miles away from the Heavenly Apocalypse Sect, Ding Wanqiu and An Zheng couldn't hold on after walking out a few hundred meters apart, and opened their mouths and spewed out a mouthful of blood. He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth, and the snow-white cuffs that he pulled up suddenly turned red.

He looked down and saw that his arm was densely packed with at least dozens of wounds. He lowered his sleeve, blood running down his hand.

"It's so strong. ”

Ding Wanqiu felt that the wooden sword behind her back was still about to move, which was the excitement and excitement of meeting her opponent. He stroked the wooden sword with his bleeding hand: "Peach blossom, you are more behaved...... It's not time yet, our goal is to become a grand ceremony in autumn. ”

His name is Wanqiu, and he has a wooden sword called Peach Blossom.

Ding Wanqiu held on to the big tree and gasped for a while, and only after taking a pill did she continue to walk, smiling bitterly as she walked: "After nearly ten years of cultivation, my heart is still so unstable, so I should go to him to do something." If you are injured like this, if you ruin the preparation of the Autumn Ceremony, it is not worth it or wise. ”

In his mind, he thought of the step An Zheng took over, like a peerless sword, with a fierce momentum, and a kind of domineering and royal spirit that reigned over the world.

"This man...... It's weird. ”