Gao Yuanhu's side didn't seem to have any disappointment with Li Buzhi's defeat, because he knew very well that An Zheng's strength was by no means comparable to that of people like Li Buzhi in the Battle of Chuxiong. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info no one knows what he is looking at and what he is waiting for.

Cui Haolai, an official of the Ministry of Rites, was taken aback, he didn't expect An Zheng to win so quickly. Legend has it that the students of this Chuxiong Battle are amazing, and many of them have already stepped into the realm of Sumeru at a young age.

Li Buzhi is one of them, a young talent who has broken through to the realm of Sumeru.

If his opponent is not An Zheng, then his life may continue to be prosperous for many years. After all, there are not many cultivators who can touch the realm of Sumeru at his age, and even if he is placed in Daxi, a talent like him can at least get a place among sects below the medium scale.

However, all this beauty was ruined by An Zheng's punch and kick.

An Zheng said, it's so boring, I really want to go to the battle of the champions.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it's so boring to fight with first-class students, and I really want to go to the senior class to fight......

If the arm is broken, it can be reconnected, but if the state of mind is destroyed, then it will be much more difficult to recover.

The rest of the Xiongyan Academy hurriedly came over and helped the injured Li Buzhi up and walked back. Li Buzhi, who had a painful forehead and sweat on his face, looked at An Zheng viciously, if his eyes could kill, An Zheng would have already been dismantled.

The people who shouted before all fell silent, and everyone began to recalculate their strength. Among them, there are many people who are not convinced by An Zheng, and feel that An Zheng is just picked up by the Ministry of War, and if he has that luck, he will definitely not be worse than An Zheng, and even stronger.

Many people have said in private that if I had an anti-fight backstage, I would have already become famous all over the world.

Everyone sees the success of others and then switches to themselves. But they don't see or don't want to see the efforts of others to achieve this kind of success, and they attribute all other people's success to luck.

Cui Haolai was a little disappointed, and he put his hand into the box again.

"The next to compete is Wang Cong from Dading Academy. ”

Cui Hao came to look at Dading Academy: "Come on." ”

Wang Cong is a strong man who looks like five big and three thick, with a full 1.9 meters. The figure is slightly bloated, but it is said that this person is born with divine powers. In fact, when it comes to cultivating to the realm, he may be even worse than Li Buzhi. But if he really fights with Li Buzhi, Li Buzhi may lose very badly.

Although Wang Cong is very strong and burly, he is a person with a small head and a small face. It seems that the head and body are completely disproportionate, and there is a head of the Aisi on the body of the Fork Fork Ai Lou. The eyes are small, the nose is small, the mouth is small, and it is also a thin and pointed type, although the nose is small but relatively straight, no matter how you look at it, it is a little strange.

When Wang Cong walked up, his steps were heavy, as if the ground was shaking as he landed.

Cui Haolai put his hand into the box again and turned around, then pinched out a paper ball and opened it: "His opponent is ...... Martial Arts!"

An Zheng, who had not completely walked out of the field, paused, frowned slightly and looked back at Cui Haolai.

There was a boiling in the crowd and a lot of discussions.

An Zheng asked, "Why me again?"

Cui Haolai: "Why can't it be you?"

An Zheng: "I just finished a fight, and I won. According to the rules, I won't play until the next round. ”

Cui Hao said: "Theoretically, it's such a theory, but there will always be mistakes, right? Maybe someone was negligent and wrote your name twice, and I pulled your name out again by special coincidence." ”

An argued: "Since you also said that this was a mistake, why don't you correct it?"

Cui Hao said: "Although someone may make a mistake, but the rules are the rules, since you are called, then you must come to the field to compete." If you don't compete, I'll treat you as an automatic abstention, and then you can go, you can go at any time. ”

Wang Cong sneered: "What, are you going to automatically abstain?"

An Zheng slowed down, turned around and walked back to the field.

Cui Hao said: "I won't say much about the rules, it's still the same sentence, except that no one is allowed to die, there are no other constraints in the competition." Oh...... That's right, it should be the point to the end. ”

Wang Cong waited for his words to fall, and then strode towards An Zheng, and his feet on the ground made a thumping sound.

An Zheng politely hugged his fist, while Wang Cong, who was almost a head taller than An Zheng, punched him directly.

An Zheng frowned slightly and turned sideways to avoid it.

Wang Cong punched the air, and after rushing over, he grabbed a stone lion on the sidelines with both hands and hugged it. The stone lion weighed at least a thousand pounds, and the muscles on his arms bulged, and he smashed down towards An Zheng while holding the stone lion.

An Zheng turned sideways again, and the stone lion smashed on the ground, shattering a lot of bluestone slabs, and also smashed a big hole on the ground. In the midst of the smoke and dust of the rubble, Wang Cong rushed over again.

An Zheng punched out, still looking unremarkable. But the fist wind suddenly appeared in front of Wang Cong, and an air explosion shook Wang Cong. But it was only a shake, Wang Cong shook his head, scolded and continued to walk forward.

His muscles were too weird, and according to reason, the cultivators of the Ascending Realm couldn't stop An Zheng's explosion at all.

But the explosion only shattered Wang Cong's clothes, and there was not even a trace of scars on his bronzed skin.

"Little weak chicken, look at me tearing you up!"

Wang Cong slammed over, beckoned, and a jet-black iron rod appeared in his hand. This iron rod looks like it can be as thick as an ordinary person's forearm, and it is two meters long, so Wang Cong must have a space magic weapon on his body. Wang Cong rushed towards An Zheng, and the iron rod smashed down fiercely.

An Zheng saw Wang Cong's weirdness, and his body retreated lightly. The iron rod smashed on the ground, and a large pit with a diameter of more than two meters was smashed out with a bang!

And this time, I didn't feel the slightest bit of cultivation power, and it completely relied on arm strength.

Seeing An Zheng avoid it again, Wang Cong became irritable, strode over, and swept the iron rod in his hand. An Zheng stepped a little under his feet, and his body landed on the swept iron bar, and then a side kick hit Wang Cong's face.

This kick was full of strength, and An Zheng didn't want to kill him, so he kept his face.

But after kicking Wang Cong's face, he just tilted his head, and it didn't seem to have any effect. The dust on his face was still there, and he let out a loud scream, holding the iron rod in one hand and grabbing An Zheng's clothes with the other.

An Zheng swung back, turned around on the iron rod to avoid Wang Cong's fist, and then flexibly circled around Wang Cong's back.

This scene is exactly the same as when Qu Liuxi defeated the first opponent in his life when he was in the Illusory World Changju City. It is conceivable how deep those shadows of the winding flow have left in 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 slashed down the back of Wang Cong's neck with a knife in his right hand!

With a snap, An Zheng's palm cut into Wang Cong's neck.

Wang Cong's body rushed forward a few steps, and his head shook involuntarily. But what surprised An Zheng was that he was actually fine! An Zheng didn't want to kill people casually, nor did he want to seriously injure people casually, so he left room for action and didn't use the power of cultivation. But the strength of his body in the current Sumeru realm, with this palm, even a stone tablet will be cracked.

However, Wang Cong just shook it, and after scolding angrily, he recovered again, threw his arm back, picked it up, and smashed the iron rod behind him.

An Zheng rolled backwards and jumped down from Wang Cong, landing firmly on his feet.

And Wang Cong's stick did not fail, and after An Zheng flipped over, he didn't even have a second, and the iron rod smashed the back of Wang Cong's head.

That sound made the hearts of all the onlookers tremble. The power of this stick is that even a big stone can smash it.

Wang Cong smashed himself forward with this stick, and fell to the ground like a mountain collapsing. But what no one expected was that after a few seconds, the guy staggered to his feet again, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, obviously pointing to himself stunned.

He turned around, looked at An Zheng's position, and then rushed up with a Bin iron rod and slammed up.

An Zheng sighed, and said in his heart, is this guy iron?

Wang Cong was a stick towards An Zheng's head, which was obviously a fatal way of fighting, An Zheng made him several times in a row and finally became angry, and actually faced the iron rod is a punch.

At this moment, Gao Yuanhu, who was standing in the distance and watching the battle, frowned slightly.

"Nine-dan Fist...... This is the Bai Pin Exercise, what is the origin of this Anzheng?"

Nine dan fist.

In the first paragraph, the wind and waves on the fist collapsed the iron rod, and the iron rod involuntarily picked up and smashed into Wang Cong's own head. But this is only the first stage, and the gas explosion continues to explode on the iron bar, and it is more and more violent.

If this fist wind appears in the water, it will be seen more clearly. It was a force that exploded nine times in a row, and each time it became more and more violent. It can burst nine waves in a row in the water, and it is as shocking as nine mushroom clouds stacked on top of each other.

The force of the successive explosions is equivalent to exerting nine boosts on the iron rod, and the iron rod is so fast that it can't dodge it at all.

Bang!

The iron rod smashed heavily on Wang Cong's own head, and smashed a 10,000-point plum blossom in an instant. Even if Wang Cong has a copper-headed iron arm, the strength of this stick is enough to break it. The iron rod smashed flowers on Wang Cong's head, and the skin opened flesh. Blood splattered and shot in all directions, and the scene made people feel chills in their hearts.

But what is even more shocking is that under this stick, Wang Cong is not dead.

There was a big gash in his head, and he was bleeding profusely. He fell backwards, his back slamming into the ground.

But he still wanted to stand up, and his hands tried to support the ground several times, but his mind was really dizzy, and he didn't succeed several times.

An Zheng walked over and grabbed Wang Cong's ankle, and then picked up Wang Cong with his arm and threw him out. Wang Cong's body spun and flew away from the field, landing at least thirty meters away, hitting the ground and rolling out several meters away.

But even so, the guy was still struggling, and sat up slowly.

An Zheng bent down to pick up the iron rod that had fallen to the ground, and threw it out with a flick of his hand. Bin's iron rod spun rapidly, flew over like a hot wheel, and smashed accurately on Wang Cong's head. The sound seemed to smash into everyone's hearts, and everyone's hearts twitched.

Wang Cong sat there and swayed, and fell down with a thud.

Cui Haolai, an official of the Ministry of Rites, shook his head with some disappointment, and said impatiently: "The winner is the martial arts academy Anzheng." ”

Then he reached into the box: "The next one to come out is ...... is still a person from Dading Academy, and his name is Su Feizheng. His opponents are...... Well, his opponent is Martial Academy Anzheng!"

An Zheng's footsteps paused, and when he looked back at Cui Hao, killing intent had already appeared in his eyes.