Repugnant Gateway

Cheng Dahai felt that he was losing because of his kindness. When he saw that Jin Siping had lost, he knew that even if he tried his best, he would eventually lose. Even if Anzheng does not have the power to cultivate and looks shaky, he still can't beat it.

Once such a mood appears, people begin to become unrestrained depression.

Then he saw An Zheng smiling at himself, and there was a very warm and warm power in his smile.

"His entry stopped here."

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

Cheng Dahai's heart suddenly became clear, clenched his fists, stepped back, leaned down and bowed: "Brother Xie."

An Zheng shook his head and stepped back, not affected.

At this time in fact, it does n’t make any sense to fight anymore. The disciples of the sixth game used to be full of enthusiasm and felt that everyone was not as good as me. But now that the majestic momentum of a person who is continuously trained is breathless, where else can I continue to fight? Winning, the reputation is not loud, lost?

Even half of the waste people can't beat it, and what other faces can continue to practice in Baisheng College.

"The sixth game ends early!"

Before Qu Xiangnuan opened his mouth, Vice President Tang Xianxu shouted, then got up and left.

Qu Xiangnuan stood there, looking awkwardly at Yao Bian, who was still on the viewing platform, and found that the cold-eyed young man was applauding, but his smile was gentle like a spring breeze. Qu Xiangnuan saw a hungry fierce tiger in Yao Bianbian's eyes.

An Zheng was returned to Ninggu Pavilion by Du Shoushou. When he returned, he had an extra uniform for the second-class disciple of Baisheng College. This is not a fiercely exciting competition, but it is a battle for promotion that can be recorded in the history of Baisheng Academy. A young man who had temporarily lost all his strength for training, actually had a full air pressure.

To the extent that no more experience in the other competitions will help, no one can take advantage of today's contention.

Grand Master An Jiechen glanced at An Zheng lying on the bed and shook his head: "You are the least like Mr. disciple."

An Zheng laughed: "But I am."

An Jiechen said: "Mr. said before leaving, everything in Ning Eye 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 respects Ning Eye Pavilion gained today, and I have nothing to do with it, it has nothing to do with your teachers and brothers, or even to your husband, it is just the glory that you bring to Ning Eye Pavilion. "

An Zheng: "Brother, if I go on, I might float."

An Jiechen smiled: "Recuperate well, you can't force it like this next time."

He patted Anzheng on the shoulder and got up and left.

Anzheng just didn't think of it, but it was so difficult to see Grandpa again.

In another twenty-one days, An Zheng was free from that weakness. There is always an illusion that there is something in him. Even more frightening, he found that his perception of his surroundings had become weaker, much worse than before prying into the sky.

The same star was abandoned outside that day, what is it? Why have you been hit so hard?

The moment he walked out of his room was gloomy, but the sky outside was so bright and blue. It is almost winter, and the weather in the northwest will always be colder than elsewhere. The servant who had cleaned the yard had put on a thin cotton coat and was a little clumsy.

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

"Sister?"

An Zheng called out.

Then An Zheng noticed that Zhuang Shuize had a black yarn on his right arm.

"what happened?"

Zhuang Shuize turned back and smiled bitterly, his eyes still moist.

"Sir ... gone."

An Zheng felt as if he had been struck by a thunder, and the whole person was stunned. This sentence almost broke An Zheng's heart. He didn't believe it was true.

"Sir ... gone?"

"Yes, sir went."

Zhuang Shuize called out a servant and asked him to fetch the black yarn.

"Because you have been in a coma, the good times are bad, so the brothers are not allowed to tell you the news. The sir went away more than ten days ago and died outside the Qinguan gate. That day, the Nine Saints strove to attack , Qin Guan was ruined as a golden soup, but he didn't know how, and suddenly there was a civil strife. Some people began to kill people in Guancheng, and soon the defenders of Qin Guanli killed each other. So that the defenders at the gate had to Continue to maintain. Jiu Shengzong dispatched many strong men to take advantage of the opportunity to attack. The sir guarded the city gate alone and killed 1,336 enemies. Among them, there were hundreds of strong men above the small holy land and more than fifty people above the big holy land ... Mr. stood, stood ... "

An Zhengxin felt a terrible pain in his mouth, standing there, and suddenly a spur of blood spurted out, and his body collapsed.

When I woke up again, it was already a rare moon star.

The disciples of Ning Eye Pavilion are all present, except the brothers.

There is blood in the corner of An Zheng's mouth, even when he passed out in a coma. He felt that the power in his body that was not his own was at work, as if he would be squeezed out completely, killed completely, and killed from within.

"Brother?"

"Go to Qinguan."

"Don't the **** king rule under the rule, only the people in the condensed eye pavilion can go to Qinguan!"

An stood up fiercely, his eyes almost burst.

"Not really."

The sound came from afar, and footsteps sounded immediately.

Baisheng Junning Xiaolou walked in from outside the Ning Eye Pavilion and waved his hand to signal that the people behind should not follow. He was wearing a white dress and a black gauze on his arm. He was a dazzling person everywhere, even to the point of dazzling. But today, there is only sadness in him.

"An Jiechen went to pick Fang Tanzhi back. People were dead and had to be buried at home."

Ning Xiaolou stood there and looked up at the moonlight: "Maybe you feel that the world is not so cruel, but in fact, Bai Shengjun, which I have been struggling to support, is maintained by the dead every day. It may be Fang Tan In other words, it may be any one of you, or it may be myself in the near future. The days people want are protected by practitioners who keep fighting hard. "

"I know that maybe you used to think that I was so selfish. I could kill so many people for the power of a demon. I even wanted to kill you. But only I know that I can't die or be weak. Everyone says Bai Shengjun's This place is pure land, and the people in Xianshi Mansion ca n’t reach any longer ... but this is wrong, they have already reached in, and they are digging my foundation a little bit by my side. "

"Fang Tanzhi's death is not an accident."

Ning Xiaolou withdrew his sight from the moonlight and looked at An Zheng.

"None of you will understand that I struggle every day between the good and evil of human nature."

An Zheng sat there with a killing intention in his eyes.

Ning Xiaolou ignored this killing intention, because he did not worry that An Zheng could kill himself.

"Qin Guan is still there. This is the greatest value of Fang Tan's death. An Jiechen went to pick him up, but some people didn't want An Jiechen to take him back. Because Fang Tanzhi's body was hiding some secrets, some filthy The secret that the man doesn't want me to see. He died from the injury behind ... behind. "

Ning Xiaolou turned around: "I don't want to explain anything to you, and I don't have to explain anything to you. I'm going to Qinguan tomorrow, you have to follow."

An Zheng frowned.

"He can't go!"

Du Shoushou stood up: "He hasn't recovered from his injury."

Ning Xiaolou paused for a moment and did not look back: "He was just injured but some people are already dead, and I am on my way to death."

"I go."

An Zheng took a deep breath: "I'm going to pick up Mr. and Master."

Ning Xiaolou laughed, somewhat satisfied.

"Yeah, I should go."

But only he and An Zheng knew that he took An Zheng only because of the **** of the shit. Saying what Anzheng is his nobleman, he took Anzheng and wanted to be a good man.

"The reason why you should go is because I found that some people who have fallen into Xiandao are also involved."

Ning Xiaolou accelerated his pace, and seemed to dislike the bitter cold in the courtyard.

At this moment, An Zheng suddenly buzzed in his mind, as if he had fallen into an inexplicable place. Everyone around him disappeared, and all the voices stopped abruptly. Space became still, and even time seemed to be still. A piece of white, An Zheng felt like he was suddenly thrown into the snow, and could not see the distance.

"it's me."

Fang Tanzhi's voice came from An Zheng's mind.

"Do n’t be too surprised, when you heard these sounds, I was probably a dozen days dead. The distance from Qinguan to Yancheng was far away, so after I died, the breath had to go through a dozen days of drifting before I could return here. Thinking too much, this is not a sign of my resurrection, I just want to tell you ... I do n’t like you, but you are my most suitable successor. "

"Did you see Tianwaitian? I think you saw it, because I left something in your body, that is my perception of Tianwaitian. The more people who have the power of the world, the more powerful they are. Doubtful fact. The reason why Immortal Emperor is Immortal Emperor is because they control the limit of a certain power, that is, the person who gets the most from this world. "

"The world is so big, what are we going to compete with the immortal emperor? Contend with the immortal **** Buddha in the immortal palace? The world is their world, so we can't compete. So I looked up and dreamed that it was beyond heaven."

"That sentiment will hurt you and even make you feel uncomfortable. But when you can turn this sentiment into your own, you will find that your source of power has also changed. I have seen your physique before. You do n’t depend on the world, you depend on yourself. But even so, what is the point of being in the world and relying on yourself? The world is in their hands, you are in the world ... "

Fang Tanzhi's voice was as lazy as before, and it seemed a little unwilling.

"I should have a pair of passers-by who are more like me. For example, An Jiechen makes me like some more. I chose you before you started, which is really a bit sloppy ... When it is my selfishness, An The clerk is not a person who can carry too much, and you are different. "

Fang Tanzhi's voice was like thunder in Anzheng's head, although the tone was still so lazy and easy-going.

"You, you should be born with so much."