Cheng Dahai felt that he lost because of his good heart, and when he saw Jin Siping defeated, he knew that even if he tried his best, he would lose in the end. Even if An Zheng looks shaky without the power of cultivation, he still can't beat it.

As soon as such a mood appears, people begin to become irrepressibly depressed.

Then he saw An Zheng smiling at him, and there was a very sunny and warm power in that smile.

His entry stopped there. ”

An Zheng pointed at Jin Siping, and then said to Cheng Dahai: "But your future is unattainable for others." ”

Cheng Dahai's heart suddenly brightened, clenched his fists, took a step back, and bowed: "Senior Brother Xie." ”

An Zheng shook his head, regressed, and was not accepted.

At this time, there is actually no point in continuing to fight, and these disciples in the sixth game used to be full of spirits one by one, and felt that everyone was inferior to me. But now that he is overwhelmed by the majestic momentum of a person who has even cultivated his strength, where does he still have the heart to continue fighting?

Even half of the waste can't be beaten, so what face does it have to continue to practice in Baisheng Academy.

"The sixth game ended early!"

Before Qu Xiangnuan could speak, Vice Dean Tang Xianxu shouted first, and then got up and left.

Qu Xiangnuan stood there, looking at Yao Bianbian, who was still on the viewing platform, with an embarrassed face, and found that the young man with cold eyes was applauding, but his smile was as warm as a spring breeze. Qu Xiangnuan saw a hungry fierce tiger in Yao's eyes.

An Zheng was carried back to the Gazing Pavilion by Du Thin and Thin, and when he came back, he had an extra set of uniforms for the second-level disciples of Baisheng Academy. This is not a fierce and shocking competition, but it is a battle that can be recorded in the history of Baisheng Academy. A young man who had temporarily lost all his cultivation power actually overwhelmed the audience.

As a result, no matter how much experience there is in other competitions, no matter how much experience there is, no one can steal the limelight of today's competition.

Senior Brother An Juchen glanced at An Zheng who was lying on the bed, and shook his head: "You are the person who is the least like Mr. Disciple's disciple. ”

An Zheng laughed: "But I am." ”

An Juchen said: "Before Mr. left, he said that everything in the Gaze Pavilion should be carried on my shoulders, but in fact, I am not a person who can carry too much weight on my shoulders. All the respect that the Gaze Pavilion has received today has nothing to do with me, none to do with your brothers and sisters, or even to Mr., just the glory you brought to the Gaze Pavilion alone. ”

An Zheng: "If you keep talking, Senior Brother, I may float." ”

An Juchen smiled: "Recuperate, next time you can't be so reluctant." ”

He patted An Zheng on the shoulder and got up to leave.

An Zheng just didn't expect that it would be so difficult to see the senior brother again.

It took another twenty-one days for An Zheng to break free from that weakness. It's just that there is always an illusion that there is something more in him. What's even more terrifying is that he found that his perception of his surroundings has become a little weaker, much worse than before he spied out of the sky.

What is it that has abandoned the same star outside that day, and why has he been so badly damaged?

The moment he walked out of his room, he was gloomy, but the sky outside was so bright and blue. It's almost winter, and the weather in the northwest is always colder than the rest of the world. The servants who cleaned the yard had changed into thin cotton clothes, which was a little clumsy.

The little senior sister Zhuang Shuize sat in the courtyard in a daze, looking at the sky with empty eyes.

"Senior sister?"

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