I cast my demon body into immortality

When Fang Zheng arrived at the martial arts arena in the afternoon, it was crowded with people and as lively as a vegetable market.

"Fang Zheng is here..." One of the classmates shouted. The sound in the martial arts arena stopped, and everyone's eyes began to search everywhere.

When the students around him saw that it was Fang Zheng himself, they all made way for Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng warmly bowed his fists to the students around him to show humility.

"This is Fangzheng. He has a good attitude. Most importantly, he looks handsome..."

"You're such a nymphomaniac. I heard that Fang Zheng likes to beat up monsters the most. He can beat three of them to tears with one punch."

The girl next to her said playfully, full of youthful atmosphere, which attracted the attention of the boys around her.

Following the passage given by his classmates, Fang Zheng successfully arrived at the area where Zhang Jing had reserved the arena.

The arena is surrounded by dense trees, and the sun shines through the leaves, creating mottled light and shadow.

The arena is covered with smooth and hard bluestone slabs, exuding an ancient atmosphere.

Zhang Jing obviously put a lot of thought into the arena he booked. It not only provided shade, but also accommodated many classmates to watch.

The auditorium around the arena was full of students, who were talking excitedly and looking forward to the next challenge.

Zhang Jing felt relieved when he saw Fang Zheng appear, and told Fang Zheng about the challenge with a dry mouth.

The challenge that Fang Zheng took on attracted great attention in the Taoist temple, with 53 people applying.

If Fang Zheng hadn't set a high registration fee of fifty demon crystals, more people would have signed up for the challenge.

The strength of those who signed up with fifty demon crystals is naturally not weak. They are all above the peak of maturity, and their physical aura is as powerful as smoke. They are probably not far from the first level.

There were several classmates, and Zhang Jing couldn't tell the difference. He suspected that they were the seniors in the inner courtyard who were promoted to first-level monsters.

Zhang Jing looked at Fang Zheng with some worry. The seniors in the inner courtyard actually lowered their posture and wanted to teach Fang Zheng a lesson. Some of them were bullying the younger ones.

You must know that after being promoted to a demon beast, you can use demon power and practice real magic. The power of a first-level demon cultivator is comparable to a medium-sized cannonball.

Fang Zheng smiled nonchalantly, picked up the challenge letter in Zhang Jing's hand and read it, making sure that the signed content was in the direction he roughly planned, and grinned widely.

"In that case, let's start in the order of registration."

Fang Zheng jumped up and landed on the edge of the ring like a light swallow.

"The first challenger Zhang Ming..." The man in white in the morning touched the ground with his footsteps, and landed on the ring with a very cool display of Qinggong.

Zhang Ming's eyes stared straight at Fang Zheng, his fighting spirit was high, his energy and blood surged around his body, and a majestic energy and blood tiger's head condensed behind him, like a real substance.

This is the embodiment of condensing Qi and blood to the extreme. The next step is to condense the blood of the monster. Zhang Ming really has two skills if he dares to challenge Fang Zheng.

"The challenge begins..." the referee teacher on the ring shouted loudly after confirming that both parties were ready.

"I give up..." Before the man in white could make a move, Fang Zheng smiled and gave up.

"What?" Zhang Minggang fantasized about what kind of martial arts he would use to defeat Fang Zheng, when his ears picked up Fang Zheng's voice, and his mind almost couldn't turn around.

Fang Zheng's admission of defeat also stunned the audience, and they couldn't help but start talking.

"What's going on? Why would Fang Zheng admit defeat?"

"Isn't he the number one genius in the outer court? Why can't he even dare to continue a game?"

Such comments spread in the audience and the ring, and Fang Zheng's move of admitting defeat on the ring caused an inexplicable shock.

"Did I hear you correctly?" Zhang Ming stuttered on the stage, as if he didn't believe that Fang Zheng would give up so easily.

The majestic Qi-blood tiger head behind him seemed to have lost its source of power, turning into a blood mist and drifting away.

"You heard me right. Didn't you challenge me to prove that you are better than me? I gave up and your goal was achieved. You can go down now."

Fang Zheng looked at Zhang Ming, he was his enemy, no, he was a customer. You have to make your customers happy.

Zhang Ming walked down the stage in a daze, and asked a few classmates around him uncertainly, "Did Fang just admit defeat? I won."

"Could it be that Zhang Ming was too strong and Fang Zheng knew he was no match, so he readily gave up?" The students around him began to speculate.

"The next Bai Qianchou..." Zhang Jing saw Fang Zheng's eyes and read the list in his hand.

"I know, no wonder..." Qiu Feihong in the audience came to his senses and looked at Fang Zheng with a sinister smile on his face, not wanting to tell the truth after seeing through it.

As expected, Fang Zheng inherited Brother Qing's genes. He was so sinister and sinister that he was better than his master. He was worrying too much.

Looking at the list in Zhang Jing's hand, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. It was simply a list of victims.

Hearing Qiu Feihong's exclamation, the spectators had not yet reacted.

"I surrender..." Fang Zheng's familiar voice once again spread throughout the arena, causing a burst of exclamations.

"Fuck, I understand, those fifty, no, those more than 2000 demon crystals didn't fall into Fang Zheng's pocket in vain."

A male classmate wearing glasses in the audience subverted his usual image and exclaimed.

"Understand what?" The slightly slower classmate has not yet reacted.

"I also understand. Fang Zheng is a white wolf with nothing. More than 2000 demon crystals?"

The students in the audience woke up one after another and looked sympathetically at the crowd under the ring waiting to challenge Fang Zheng.

"My fifty demon crystals..." Zhang Ming, who had just been immersed in Fang Zheng's surrender, finally woke up and wondered where that weird feeling came from.

Fang Zheng always admits defeat to other people's challenges, although it may make people think that Fang Zheng is timid and does not live up to his reputation as a genius.

What Fang Zheng lost was a false reputation, but the 53 demon crystals from those 650 people were real cultivation resources, equivalent to the entire net worth of an ordinary first-level demon cultivator.

Seeing the pitiful eyes of the students around them, the faces of those who signed up turned pale and they all woke up.

He was severely tricked by Fang Zheng. He spent fifty demon crystals and got nothing, and Fang Zheng had nothing to lose.

"The challenge is suspended..." Teacher Lin Chen, who defended Zhao Tengyu last time and had a problem with Fang Zheng, jumped onto the ring and shouted to stop the challenge.

Fang Zheng frowned slightly. This teacher was haunted and always wanted to cause trouble for him.

"Fang Zheng, how dare you tease your classmates like this and deceive their Yao Jing. Your thoughts are so sinister and sinister. The Taoist Academy cannot tolerate a student like you?"

Lin Chen had a gloomy look on his face and spoke to the Taoist Academy, trying to suppress Fang Zheng from the moral high ground.

"Haha, why did I lie to my classmates? If the teacher framed someone, he would have to provide evidence."

Fang Zheng waited for Lin Chen's performance as if he were watching a clown.