The famous Qi Wangfu He Zhi turned out to be a waste sect without blood! The Carefree Sect was a waste sect without bloodline!

It only took half a day's work, and the shocking news spread all over the capital. Everyone talked about it, and I don't know how many people were amazed, and I don't know how many people sneered around.

"No blood? "Zhenguo Marquis Mansion, Hua Mingshan, who was in retreat in the secret room, opened his eyes and glanced at Zhenguo Hou, who had come to inform the news in person.

"Hehe, Mingshan, are you worried that you won't have the opportunity to kill him with your own hands to take revenge?" Zhenguo Hou laughed, waved his wide sleeved robe, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, "Don't worry. These days, Gongsun Wuji has jumped up and down for this 'free faction', and naturally refuses to let them sink into the sand and fold if they can't even enter the palace gate. The previous means of dealing with these wastes were forcibly suppressed by Gongsun Wuji. This time, before the Imperial Martial Arts entered the palace, the previous methods could not be used. ”

"Gongsun Wuji, this is self-defeating. Hua Mingshan's words did not contain a trace of emotional fluctuations, as if what he said was just a simple fact.

"Who said it wasn't? Originally, he wanted to praise Qi Liang, who was of the lower three bloodlines, but it had already made the six dukes and eight marquis very dissatisfied. Now he still has to make an inch, and even the bloodless waste has to be picked up! If this is done by him, how can there be any order of dignity and inferiority in the world? The matter of the conspiracy of the Third Highness, the six princes and the eight marquis were still a little hesitant. But now......" Zhen Guohou smiled meaningfully.

"Nothing else matters. The Xiaoyao faction asked the Hou Ye to leave it to me. ”

"Of course. Where the face is lost, it is natural to get it back. The Loose Sect climbed up in the name of our Zhenguo Mansion. Then let them know that this ladder to the sky is not so easy to climb. The higher you climb, the worse you fall. The Marquis of Zhenguo laughed proudly and drank all the wine in his cup.

After a morning of bloodline verification, the "martial arts" part of the "Imperial Martial Arts" officially began in the afternoon.

Of course, the top families such as the Qi Wangfu and the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion will still not participate in the previous competition. They all have the privilege of skipping the pre-selection and going directly to the martial arts part of the palace.

As for the "small sects", including the Xiaoyao faction, they need to use the knockout mode to select the final winners of the thirty-two families layer by layer, and then they can enter the final "palace martial arts" with the thirty-two wealthy families.

At noon, the six major campuses of Beijing Normal University had already removed all the original high platforms and square tables. Several Sect Masters from the army were separated from one side of the school to avoid major accidents in the battle and injure the spectators.

Then, the youngsters, who are still in the morning, will take out the roster and start the roll call according to the results of the pre-draw draw.

"The Loose vs. the Iron Fist!"

"Denglai Martial Arts Academy vs. Boyang Sword Pavilion!"

"Sanyangmen against the Evil Tiger Gang!"

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As the young generals continued to roll call, one by one the warriors walked into the area designated by the school with their chests and stomachs, and after saluting each other, they began to fight.

As the worst performing force in the morning to verify the bloodline, the Loose Faction was the first to be named into the field.

He Zhi walked into the school grounds, and almost all the spectators around him focused their eyes on him. There was a brief pause, and I don't know who let out a roar first: "Kill him!"

"Yes! Kill him!"

"Kill him, kill the carefree liar!"

The shouts rang out one after another, and in just a few breaths, an angry wave was formed that seemed to sweep across the entire school field! He Zhi was actually a bloodless "waste," which made the spectators and gamblers who had boasted about He Zhi in the past few days, and even placed heavy bets on him, feel cheated.

The anger erupted at this moment, as if it had turned into a rolling flame, about to burn He Zhi to ashes.

He Zhi also raised his head and glanced around. Those faces full of anger, the excited spectators who didn't know why, suddenly made He Zhi feel ridiculous for some reason.

So He Zhi laughed.

"How dare he laugh!" "Shoot him!" "Kill him!"

The raging waves seemed to be aided by the wind, and became more and more turbulent.

As He Zhi's opponent, the Iron Fist Sect martial artist did not have He Zhi's state of mind. In the cheers of hundreds of thousands of spectators around the entire school field chanting in unison, this Iron Fist Sect martial artist was like being beaten with chicken blood, and his whole face turned red!

The power of hundreds of thousands of people seemed to be poured into his body at this moment, making him feel that the world was vast, he had become an immortal ancestor, no matter what kind of person stood on the opposite side, he would be killed by him with one punch! Even if He Zhi left his name on the "World Master List", even if He Zhi broke through the Zhenguo Marquis's Mansion, even if He Zhi broke through the seven martial arts halls in half a day, these are not worth mentioning!

"Dog thief who deceives the world and steals his name!" walked to the designated area in the school yard and stood up, the martial artist of the Iron Fist Sect didn't even salute He Zhixing, he had already roared like indignation, and directly pounced on the black tiger with a single move.

Looking at the opponent on the other side, who could only be regarded as reluctant in the innate realm, He Zhi couldn't help but laugh again. The gap between the strength and realm of the two sides is too big, and it cannot be made up by simply fighting chicken blood.

To deal with such an opponent, He Zhi didn't even bother to use the Fighting Fa anymore. Directly waved his sleeve lightly, slapping it on the Iron Fist Sect martial artist like a fan.

Syllable!

There was nothing earth-shattering. He Zhi's sleeve, like a fly with a pu fan, slapped the Iron Fist Sect martial artist out sideways, and rolled out of the school field in embarrassment.

The earth-shattering shouting and scolding stopped abruptly at this moment.

He Zhi put his hands behind his back, smiling, and his eyes swept around the school grounds. The faces that were still full of anger and excitement distorted instantly. After seeing He Zhi win so easily, many people suddenly remembered that even if the person in front of him had no bloodline and no matter how wasteful, at least he was a cultivator!

The "Tongming" realm was launched, and He Zhi's five senses were enhanced, and he had a full view of all the beings on the school field.

At this time, almost all the audiences around the school had the illusion that they were being targeted by He Zhi. What kind of pressure is it to be stared at by an Immortal Sect Master? The people who were seen by He Zhi couldn't help but shiver, and couldn't help but lower their eyes, not daring to look at He Zhi. The large school field of 100,000 people was silenced by He Zhi in an instant.

Even, even the several pairs of martial artists on the school field who were still fighting were affected by the sudden change from extreme movement to extreme quietness around them, and they stopped fighting, looking at He Zhi with vigilance and fear.

Being a big villain, sometimes it's quite cool! He Zhi suddenly felt that his compulsion was so high that he broke through the sky, and he was extremely satisfied. He waved his sleeve again and walked off the field. Behind him, the shouts of the roll call "winner, free faction" were left, and the many spectators who came back to their senses surged wildly again.