Self-defense armor can only protect the body, but it cannot protect the softest neck of the human body.

Zhou Yang has been entangled with Gao Zhuo for a long time, just waiting for his mistake to reveal the only flaw.

He defeated the strong with the weak, and finally seized this fleeting opportunity, defeated the enemy, threw Gao Zhuo under the sword, and finally won!

Looking at Gao Zhuo who was kneeling on the ground, Zhou Yang couldn't get a trace of excitement about victory. He glanced at Gao Zhuo, who was like a dog, with disdain, and looked up in the direction of the rest table, with a fierce glint in his eyes.

Although he couldn't see it, he knew that the people of the Zheng family must be watching from there!

"Humph!"

He looked at this rapidly changing, greedy villain who was afraid of death, snorted coldly, his voice was like gold and iron, and he gritted his teeth and said: "When you betrayed your classmates, when you bullied the weak, when you hugged the Zheng family's thighs and wanted to kill me, have you thought about it, have you thought about how I felt at that time, have you thought about today's ending?"

"You traitor, you bastard, you dog-like villain, I Zhou Yang won't kill you today, tomorrow you will bite more people, die!"

"Kill!"

A wave of anger rose in Zhou Yang's eyes, a cold light flashed on his face, the green tendons on his hands burst, and his face kept changing.

After struggling for a long time, the long sword in Zhou Yang's hand trembled slightly, and a lightning-like sword light suddenly crossed the life and death platform.

"Ahh

With this cold light, a good head flew and fell, like a cracked watermelon, making a muffled sound, red and white splashed on the platform of life and death, and added a wisp of purple and red.

The midday sun did not bring the slightest warmth to everyone, but made people feel chills all over.

Life and death, sentence life and death!

As soon as you enter the ring, you are at your own risk!

......

Staggered off the platform of life and death, Zhou Yang's feet floated, and his mood couldn't be calm for a long time.

In the Horror Cliff in the mountain behind Anqing City, he didn't feel the slightest guilt when he killed Hei Er, a lowly and brutal half-demon.

Not only is it because the half-demon is of non-human blood, with the factor of the demon race in his body, he is naturally cruel and lowly, but he also brutally killed a woman who was powerless, and he was also ready to kill Ruolan, who was only five years old.

Not killing is not enough to calm the anger in your heart, and not killing is not enough to face the title of warrior!

However, this Gao Zhuo is the same junior disciple of his own Qinglong Palace, a young man who has been with him day and night for three years!

In any case, he is still a classmate who has lived together for a few years, and he is still just a teenager......

Zhou Yang's mind was blank, and he didn't know how to step off the stage of life and death.

"Don't think about it, this kind of scum should be killed!"

Fang Dazhi stepped forward at some point, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted.

Looking up at that rugged face, Zhou Yang was secretly grateful in his heart.

This Fang Dazhi, although he is also a child of a family, is not Zheng Zhaoyang's kind of man who treats all beings like ants and is high, but more of a martial artist's blood!

Nodding, Zhou Yang said goodbye to Fang Dazhi and walked to the position of the Qinglong Hall under the stage, looking at Zhu Lang, he didn't dare to speak, for fear that he couldn't help but cry.

Who said men don't cry!

A fifteen-year-old boy, although he stabbed the enemy with his own hands, completely wiped out a life under his nose.

In the face of Gao Zhuo, it would be false to say that he didn't hate, but when he killed him with his own hands, that hatred, that hatred, on the contrary, seemed less important, and more confused.

Zhu Lang looked at this child who had been practicing martial arts with him at the age of twelve, and his eyes were indescribably complicated.

A warrior must experience life and death, blood and life and death, in order to truly grow up, become a strong man who is not afraid of any difficulties, and become a strong man who has the courage to fight!

Patting Zhou Yang on the shoulder, Zhu Lang waved his hand and shouted at the disciples in the audience: "Go, go back to the Qinglong Palace, this sect has something important to announce!"

"Important things, important things, teach Xi, don't hang our appetites, let's talk about it now. ”

"Ge Laozi, you turtle sons dare to argue with Lao Tzu, I think the meat on the buttocks is loose again. ”

"Hahahaha......"

Zhou Yang understood that this Zhu Lang and his fellow disciples just wanted to make themselves feel a little more relieved, and deliberately made amusement.

He looked at this group of noisy fellow disciples, and his heart was indescribably sentimental.

It would be nice if everyone was like this forever, cultivating all day long, living in harmony all day long, not being suspicious of each other, not playing tricks and tricks!

......

Qinglong Palace, martial arts field.

Zhu Lang sat in the center of the martial arts arena, looking at the disciples who were pressed by the black pressure, with relief and sadness on his face.

Gratified that his team of disciples is getting bigger and bigger, and he is also sad about Gao Zhuo, who has just died.

This Gao Zhuo's temperament is not pleasant, with his character, sometimes when he sees what this person does, he also wants to slap him alive. However, as a teacher of the Green Dragon Palace, he had to admit that they were all his disciples, although they were not good, but they couldn't escape the feelings they had been with for several years, and they had to compromise, and they had to watch all this silently with rare patience.

It wasn't until Zhou Yang challenged Gao Zhuo to life and death that he understood that people can't be clean from person to person, and it can't be black and white.

When it comes to facing everything, you will truly know how to give up!

Even if it is a painful abandonment, those who should let go must also let go, otherwise, in the long run, they can only suffer the consequences of their own evil and be eaten by emotions.

Retracting his thoughts, Zhu Lang coughed lightly and said in a solemn tone: "All the disciples of my Green Dragon Hall have listened carefully, in another month, it will be the time when the Holy Hall selects disciples, if they reach the fourth level of qi refining, disciples under the age of eighteen can sign up for this competition." ”

"What?"

"Templar selection!"

"O Templar, an unattainable existence, this time I must participate in the selection and enter the Templar!"

"It's a pity that I have to refine the fourth layer of qi, and I only refine the second layer of qi, what can I do? ”

"I'm going to go to my father and ask him to help me buy an elixir that can improve my realm, reach the fourth level of qi refining, and enter the temple, so that I can become a tide maker among martial arts cultivators. ”

......

When everyone was almost talking, Zhu Lang roared lightly and said, "Attention disciples, this year, the Holy Hall has given three places to the main hall, and the competition is very fierce, make good use of this month's time to improve your combat effectiveness! Hahahaha......"

"However, after obtaining the place in the Holy Hall, it is not once and for all, there is still a passing test in the Holy Hall, and if it is brushed down at that time, it will be a loss to me Zhu Lang and the face of the Green Dragon Palace. So, boys, practice to the death, get all your milk out of your energy, and go up as hard as you can!"

Sanctuary!

A wave of eagerness rose in Zhou Yang's eyes.