Repugnant Gateway

An Zheng came down from Du's skinny back, barely stood upright, took a deep breath, and made himself look less weak. But his straightened body was swaying and he was still coughing, and he was distressing when he was sick.

Master Brother Ann, who was soon coming, pulled An Zheng's clothes: "Don't go."

An Zheng shook his head: "I still have to go."

Helpless face: "The first time I saw someone crazy than me."

Fang Tanzhi's only female disciple, Zhuang Shuize, stood leaning on the doorpost and said lukewarmly: "Let him go, I don't believe it, even if Mr. is not there, our younger brother will die here. Not in the day. "

Alie smiled and patted Du's skinny shoulders: "You also go, don't embarrass Ning Gu Ge."

Du Shoushou yelled and walked towards the area where he was assigned. When he was halfway back, he turned back and looked at Anzheng worriedly. An Zheng nodded slightly, smiled, his face pale, his eyes brilliant.

He walked step by step, slowly, and every step seemed very important to him. His feet almost wiped the ground forward, which meant that he couldn't lift it at all.

A teacher responsible for maintaining order came to see Anzheng and asked with a worried tone: "Can it be done? Don't force it."

An Zheng smiled, it was an answer.

There was a lot of talk among the crowd, and some praised and ridiculed. It is true that Anzheng is a true man, and there are also those who say Anzheng is an idiot. Some people say that Anzheng is simply a model for disciples, and some say that Anzheng is a lunatic.

But no matter how different people say, even tit-for-tat, but one thing everyone agrees on is that no matter how stubborn and sturdy An Zheng looks ... he was also eliminated today.

The lesson stretched out his hand to support Anzheng. Anzheng stopped a little to express his refusal, took a deep breath, and continued to move forward step by step.

Among the twelve areas, Anzheng was divided into the sixth area, not far away. When I walked over, all the disciples who had participated in the primary election were already over. The requirements for the primary election are not very strict, and all third-level disciples can participate. Twelve teachings will be selected from more than 300 third-level disciples to participate in the re-election.

Twelve venues, 120 people, and the remaining 10 were promoted to second-level disciples.

An Zheng walked slowly, and many people stood on both sides of the aisle and looked at him.

"Fool, this way I'm still a fart."

"I don't want to come forward, if I say it's just pretending. Either it's a picture of fame to let the teacher and dean remember him, or it's just pretending to be like.

Some people applauded towards Anzheng and gave their thumbs: "Anzheng, come on!"

"Don't hurry, walk slowly, everyone waits for you!"

"Don't give up, but don't force yourself."

An Zheng ignored those who ridiculed him and smiled at those who encouraged him.

He finally reached the middle of the contest field, and he clasped his fists slightly towards the lesson sitting opposite.

That teaching is Qu Xiangnuan.

There are always a lot of things that can't be avoided in life. It seems that Anzheng encounters more things than others. Qu Xiangnuan looks like a person with a gentle appearance. He can't see the slightest insidiousness in his eyes, only gentleness.

"Can you persevere like this?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, as one of today's rulings, I must respect the will of every disciple. If you think it is OK, then I will start the test."

An Zheng nodded: "Please ask Mr.

At this time, another teacher came in a hurry and lowered his voice in Qu Xiangnuan's ear and said: "The deputy dean said that An Zheng was unwell and he should not be allowed to continue participating."

Qu Xiangnuan uttered: "Well, I'll try to be as difficult as possible."

The lesson nodded and walked away quickly.

"The primary selection is simple. As long as you put your hand on the Jiuxing platform over there, your talent reaches more than five stars, and you can participate if you reach the level of a small holy realm."

This was fair, he didn't make a question, he smiled so kindly, and he didn't even feel threatened by security. However, An Zheng was a bit worried. The strength of cultivation in his body could not be raised at all. How could it be possible for Jiuxingtai to light up without the strength of cultivation? How could it be displayed, what grade you are in.

But Anzhen didn't want to give up, he walked slowly to the Jiuxingtai side, reached out and pressed it.

On the viewing platform, the returned teaching lowered his voice in Tang Xianxu's ear and said, "There should be no problem. An Zheng now does not have the slightest cultivation power, it is impossible to light up the Jiuxingtai."

Tang Xianxu nodded: "That's good."

After he finished speaking, he heard a burst of exclamation in the sixth game.

"Nine stars!"

"It's actually nine stars!"

Anzheng's hand was placed on the Jiuxingtai, which directly lit up the nine stars, shining brightly. But at this moment, An Zheng's face looked even more ... because that wasn't what he lighted up at all. On the other side of Jiuxingtai, there were a few words flashing with brilliance ... Xiaoshengjing Qipin.

Seven Grades of Little Holy Realm?

This is not the realm of contention!

Qu Xiangnuan glanced apologetically at the viewing platform, and then seemed helpless to announce: "Anzheng can enter the re-election."

An Zheng is the last person to participate in the sixth primary election, so once he passes the level, then he will face a one-to-one competition with other disciples who have passed the primary election. In his current state, fighting will definitely die.

Qu Xiangnuan looked at An Zheng and said, "Are you okay? If you don't think you can, you can go back now."

An Zheng hadn't spoken yet. There was a third-level disciple who passed the preliminary test and stepped over, **** towards An Zheng: "Chen Haida, a disciple of the Academy, is willing to ask Brother An Zheng.

"Hush!"

"shameless!"

"This man is really shameless and arrives home. Everyone knows that An An was injured before he could be beaten. He challenged An Zheng the first time, so **** shameless."

"That is, how can the ascetic practitioners be so brazen?"

"It's really shameless to the extreme. I will definitely have a fight when I see this man in the future."

Cheng Haida finished his speech, and a boo broke out among the onlookers. Even those who were not convinced of An Zheng felt that Cheng Hai was too much. Because there is a rule, as long as it is a disciple who has passed the primary election, he cannot refuse to challenge his opponent during the re-election. Once rejected, it is regarded as abandonment.

"Anzhen, don't fight!"

"An Zheng, everyone knows that you are a man, don't fight, just wait for two months."

"The practitioner's life is so long, can't you wait two months?"

An Zheng leaned over with his fists: "Thank you, two months is very short, but I ... I can't wait."

He stood upright and clenched his fist towards Cheng Hai: "Please."

Cheng Dahai is not a disciple of Qu Xiangnuan. This change also surprised Qu Xiangnuan. He was a little bit happy when everyone was scolding and taunting Cheng Dahai. This idiot braved the world to challenge An An, so that he would not have to worry about disciples being exposed. At this time, as long as Anzhenken is willing to start, the injury will inevitably increase.

Cheng Dahai walked in front of Anzheng, leaned on his fists, and lowered his voice when bending down, said: "Sister Anzheng, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have challenged you. Just now I accidentally heard several people whisper To take advantage of this promotion to kill you, if it is their turn to challenge you, they will definitely kill you with your hands when you are injured. So I will step up first, you can rest assured that I will not hurt you, only You need to defeat you to make you quit, and you can be safe. This is notorious, I recite it. "

An Zheng froze for a moment, clenching his fists with his hands: "Thank you Brother, but ... I will not give up."

Cheng Dahai still wanted to say something, Qu Xiangnuan had already said: "Since the two sides have no objections, and Anzheng has accepted the challenge, then let's start. According to the rules, the points will end, and there will be no difference between life and death."

Cheng Dahai sighed and screamed offense, and then punched at An Zheng's chest. He did not use the power of cultivation, and his punching speed was fast, but his strength was not great. According to his judgment, even if this punch is too mediocre, Anzheng can't avoid it.

But Anzheng avoided it.

The moment that fist was about to strike Anzheng, Anzheng took a difficult half-step to the side, avoiding the punch. Cheng Dahai froze for a moment, then said with a wry smile, why Anzheng just shook his head slightly.

Cheng Dahai started to exert force, punching faster than punching, but always refused to use the power of cultivation. He just wanted to bring down the Anzhan and declare that the Anzhan was defeated. His movements are very fast, like storms. And Anzheng's slightly thinner body was like a boat on the river in the storm, no matter the wind and the waves, it would float there and refuse to sink.

Cheng Dahai doesn't remember how many punches he made, and he can knock him down as long as he meets An Zheng, but he can't hit him. Anzheng will fall at any time, but he can always avoid it when he is most dangerous.

That is not that Anzhan can still fight, but because of Anzhan's prediction!

Every time before he punches, An Zheng has made the most correct judgment and then reacted. It was an experience accumulated after countless battles. In other words, in order to fight for the present state, I did not know that I was hit hundreds of times.

"Why do you suffer?"

Cheng Dahai took a step back and looked at An Zheng's eyes: "Why?"

An Zheng answered faintly: "I have too little time, too few opportunities, I dare not waste a second, I dare not waste a time."

Cheng Dadao said: "I won't let you win. Although I don't know you well, I don't see the sullenness of those people. I'm going to work hard and shake you back with the power of cultivation.

An Zheng: "I still won't give up."

Cheng Dahai shook his head, inhaled, and then pressed his hands down.

A vast force was crushed from the air, like a large mountain of ten thousand tons, his strength was already at the peak of the Sixth Grade in Xiaosheng Realm. With his current cultivation strength, he didn't want to overcome the slightest cultivation strength The struggle for security is as easy as it gets. If this cultivation force falls, the contention will be overwhelmed and the movement will not move.

However, An Zheng did not fall.

That mighty power fell, but it seemed that he had suddenly lost his goal. An Zhengming stood there, but he was completely assimilated with Cheng Haida's cultivation. The same power is in the same power, without any harm! Anzheng became a part of Cheng Dahai's power, but he stood still in the storm.

"How ... how is it possible?"

At the moment when Cheng Dahai was stunned, he saw An Zheng shaking his hand, and a huge black weight appeared in his hand. An Zheng couldn't hold up to eight times the black heavy ruler, and he didn't want to hold it. At the moment when the black heavy ruler fell down, Anzheng threw himself out with the power of the black heavy ruler falling down.

His body seemed to be a leaf without power, but it was quick. He floated in front of Cheng Dahai, his fingers against Cheng Dahai's neck.

Everyone can see that as long as Anzheng works hard, Cheng Dahai will definitely die.

However, Anzheng cannot exert power. However, Cheng Dahai really felt that An Zheng's finger was on his neck, and it was clear that he needed his help to stand firm.

An Zheng shook, forcibly stood, then withdrew his hand and clenched his fists.

"Sister, brother ... I'm sorry, I can't lose."