On Yingjian Mountain, one beast after another knelt down on their knees against Ji Hong's position on the top of the mountain, expressing their surrender.

Ji Hong staggered to his feet, standing on the peak of this Eagle Stream Mountain, looking down at the demons in the mountains.

With Yingjian Mountain as the center, within a radius of ten miles, the roars of demon beasts are endless.

And Ji Hong slowly turned around, left, and returned to his residence.

This is a cave dug out of the top of the mountain.

Sitting in the cave, panting, without the calm that he had shown outside, his eyes blood-red, crouching in the corner, leaning against the wall, grabbing the hair on his body one by one.

Blood soon stained the whole body.

There were wounds all over the body that were torn and torn.

Imperceptibly, a tear dripped from his eyes, and he raised his head and looked at the stone slab above him for a long time.

"It's a human or a demon..."

"I'll just say it myself."

For a long time, in the quiet cave, Ji Hong's somewhat cold whisper was heard.

Again he found a milky robe and draped it over himself.

But because it is an ape's size and appearance, it looks nondescript.

The once elegant Ji Hong... Never coming back.

Looking at the stone wall in front of him, Ji Hong's fingers gathered energy, like a carving knife, deducting a piece of stone.

Polished very thinly.

Carved with a pen on the stone tablets.

Ultimately...

It's an extremely complicated look.

It seems to cry but not cry, and it seems to laugh but not laugh.

Like a demon from the abyss.

A few holes were cut out in the stone chips, like a mask, and they were worn on their faces, and when they got up, there was no joy or sorrow.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, looking at the clouds under his feet, Ji Hong stood with his hands in his hands.

The breeze ruffled the corner of his robe, revealing pale yellow hair.

……

The ring continues.

The momentum on the field was like a fight for life, and everyone was shocked.

It can be said that they are fighting for resources for the college.

It can also be said that he is justifying his name.

Especially the people of Lingnian Academy, in the face of the monstrous public opinion on the Internet, they fought as fiercely as Lingwu Academy.

Fist to blood.

Just to prove to the world that he Lingnian Academy should be one of the three major universities of the human race.

On the four passes of the right human race, everything that the warriors who fought in a bloody battle sacrificed.

It's just that when Wu Qianqiu took the stage, there was still a lot of boos.

Even if he defeated his opponent very simply this time, everyone's perception of him is still a series of negative emotions such as "just crushing by strength" and "no technology at all".

But compared to last time, Wu Qianqiu was more silent and more acceptable.

stepped down without saying a word and left.

……

"Let's see who the next two players are!"

"Aren't you already looking forward to it?"

"Let me take a look, they are Wang Yu of the Spirit Martial Academy, and..."

The host looked at the list in his hand and paused for a moment inexplicably, but with his good qualities over the years, he quickly regained his smile: "And Zhao Zicheng from the Ink Academy!" ”

The words fell, and the audience booed continuously.

Obviously, in just two days, Zhao Zicheng's reputation is obviously not good.

In particular, some news with ulterior motives is posted, and the discussion is unbearable.

'A cripple, why did he advance?' I smell the shady. ’

Is it really reasonable for a wheelchair to be on the field? ’

Is this the privilege of the Ink Academy? ’

One post after another, guided by Zhao Zicheng, constantly dragged the topic to the Mo Academy and even the Mo Ge.

Among them, the ridicule of Zhao Zicheng is self-evident.

Sometimes, most people know that this kind of post is just a means of public opinion created by people with ulterior motives.

But there will be some faith.

Moreover...

Even if it is a reasonable person, similar concepts will have a slight subtle influence after looking at them for a long time.

Therefore, the moment he heard Zhao Zicheng's name, there was a short period of silence in the venue.

Wang Yu of the Lingwu Academy stepped into the ring without saying a word, silently waiting for the familiar wheelchair to appear.

But soon, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Backstage, a figure gradually approached from a distance, still on crutches.

There are no wheelchairs this time.

Zhao Zicheng's expression was rare and calm, serious, not fast, but firm.

Even to say it, the posture of dragging a plaster cast is still a little ridiculous.

But at this moment, no one can laugh.

Xu Yuanqing from the judges' seat didn't know when he had gotten up, his body straightened, and he looked at Zhao Zicheng's figure.

"The best way to defeat gossip is to use strength to fight back fiercely!"

"Slap them in the face."

"Let them know that even if any of my Mo Academy students are thrown out at random, they are the peerless pride of the human race!"

"Zhao Zicheng!"

"Fight!"

Xu Yuanqing suddenly let out a loud shout, attracting the attention of the audience.

Zhao Zicheng stood by the ring, glanced at Xu Yuanqing a little helplessly, and sighed lightly: "Teacher, it's very inferior..."

"It's hard for me to get serious once."

In a whisper, Zhao Zicheng slowly walked up the steps to the ring.

With one hand on crutches, he calmly looked at Wang Yu opposite.

"Lingwu Academy, freshman Wang Yu."

"Yesterday three awakenings, please teach."

Wang Yu has the body shape of the Lingwu Academy, which seems to be the standard version, and he originally despised Zhao Zicheng a little, but looking at his appearance at this time, he gradually became solemn.

Seriously.

Even, revealing the important information that he had three awakenings yesterday.

It was already an unfair game.

The only thing he could do was make the fight as fair as possible.

Zhao Zicheng nodded lightly and did not speak, but slowly looked at the judges' seat in the distance.

"It's game on."

Xu Yuanqing still didn't sit down, just said calmly.

The wind is light and the clouds are light.

As Xu Yuanqing's voice fell, Wang Yu's pupils turned a little red, and a wild bull phantom stood beside him, panting irritably, and then charged at Zhao Zicheng synchronously with Wang Yu.

Halfway through, a spar inlaid in the horn on the left side of the bull lit up.

The next moment, Wang Yu suddenly picked up his speed, and with an unstoppable power, he collided with Zhao Zicheng.

Stirring up the wind.

Zhao Zicheng just waited calmly, and his hand holding the cane tightened.

Just when Wang Yu was about to come to him, there was no way to pause or change the path.

Sandbags appeared just right between the two.

At the same time, Wang Yu's third spar lit up.