Repugnant Gateway

Gao Yuanhu seemed to be not disappointed with Li Buzhi's defeat, because he knew that the strength of Anzhan was not comparable to that of Li Buzhi in the battle of Chuxiong. No one knew what he was looking at and what he was waiting for.

The court official Cui Haolai was taken aback, but did not expect Ang to win so quickly. Legend has it that the students in this battle of Chuxiong are all amazing, and there are many strong men who have already stepped into Sumi's territory at a young age.

Li Buzhi is one of them, a young talent who has already broken through the territory of Xumi.

If his opponent is not contentious, then his life may continue to be beautiful for many years. After all, there are not many practitioners who can touch the Sumi Realm at his age. Even if it is placed in Daxi, at least his talent can get a place among the middle-level sect.

However, all the goodness was destroyed by An Zheng's punch.

An Zheng said, so boring, I really want to go over there.

In fact, the plain saying is that it is boring to fight with the first-grade students. I really want to go to the upper grades ...

If your arm is broken, you can pick it up again, but if your state of mind is ruined, it will be much harder to recover.

The others at Xiongyan College quickly came over and helped the injured Li Buzhi to walk back. With sweat on his forehead, Li Buzhi looked fiercely at Anzheng. If his eyes could kill him, Anzheng had already been unloaded.

All those who clamored before were silent, and everyone began to recalculate their strength. Many of them are dissatisfied with Anzhen. They feel that Anzhen is only held up by the military. If they have that luck, they will definitely not be worse than Anzhen, or even stronger.

Many people have said in private that if I have a backstage, I will already be famous.

Everyone will see the success of others and then transfer to themselves. But they can't see or say they don't want to see other people's efforts for this kind of success, they attribute all their success to luck.

Cui Haolai was disappointed, he reached into the box again.

"The next test is Wang Cong of Dading College."

Cui Hao came to look at Dading College: "Go on."

Wang Cong is a brawny man who looks like five big and three thick, one meter and nine feet long. The figure is slightly bloated, but it is said that this person is born with divine power. In fact speaking of cultivation as a realm, he may be worse than Li Buzhi. But if he fights Li Buzhi, Li Buzhi may lose miserably.

Although Wang Cong is very strong and burly, he is a man with a small head and a small face. It seems that the head and the body are completely out of proportion. There is a head of Ai Si on the body of the fork. The eyes are small, the nose is small, the mouth is also small, and they are still thin and pointed. Although the nose is small, it is quite quite. It is a little strange no matter how it looks.

When Wang Cong walked up, the heavy steps seemed to shake the ground as he fell.

Cui Haolai reached into the box again and turned around, then pinched out a paper ball to open: "His opponent is ... Wuyuan Anzheng!"

An Zheng who hadn't completely walked off the footsteps, frowned slightly and looked back at Cui Hao.

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd.

An Zheng asked: "Why me again?"

Cui Haolai: "Why can't it be you?"

An Zheng: "I just finished a game and won. According to the rules, I will not play until the next round."

Cui Hao said: "Theoretically it is such a theory, but there will always be mistakes, right? Maybe someone negligently wrote your name twice, and I coincidentally extracted your name again."

An Zheng said: "Since you also said that this is a mistake, why not correct it?"

Cui Hao said: "Although some people may have made mistakes, the rules are the rules. Since you are called, you must come to the test. If you do not test, I will treat you as an automatic abstention. You can go at any time. "

Wang Cong sneered: "Why, are you going to abstain automatically?"

Ann's contention eased, and he turned back to the field.

Cui Hao said: "I won't say more about the rules. It's still the same sentence. There is no other constraint than the test, except that no one is allowed to die. Oh ... yes, it should be the end.

As soon as Wang Cong's words fell, he strode toward Anzheng and stepped on the ground to make a thumping sound.

An Zheng fought politely, but Wang Cong, who was almost a head taller than An An, punched him directly.

An Zheng frowned slightly, avoiding sideways.

Wang Cong punched the air with a punch, and after rushing past, two hands grabbed a stone lion standing on the sidelines and hugged him. The stone lion weighed at least a thousand pounds, his muscles burst into his arms, and he hugged the stone lion and struck towards An.

An Zheng once again turned sideways, the stone lion hit the ground, a lot of blue stone slabs were broken, and a big pit was also hit on the ground. The gravel was filled with smoke and dust, and Wang Cong rushed over again.

An Zheng banged out with a punch, and it still seemed ordinary. But the boxing wind suddenly appeared in front of Wang Cong, and a violent explosion shook Wang Cong. But it was just a shake, Wang Cong shook his head, and after cursing, went on.

His muscles are too weird. According to the truth, the practitioners in the state of ascension can't stop An Zheng from bursting into this air.

But the gas explosion just shattered Wang Cong's clothes, and his bronze skin did not even have any scars.

"Little weak chicken, watch my hand tear you!"

Wang Cong came banging and waved, and a black iron rod appeared in his hand. This iron bar looks as thick as a normal person's forearm, and is two meters long, so Wang Cong must have a space weapon. Wang Cong rushed towards An Zheng, and the iron rod fell down fiercely.

An Zheng could see the strangeness of Wang Cong, his body flicked back. The iron rod hit the ground and slammed directly into a big pit with a diameter of more than two meters!

But this time, I can't feel a little bit of cultivation power, and it's entirely based on the arm strength.

Seeing Anzheng avoiding it again, Wang Cong appeared irritable and strode over, sweeping the iron rod in his hand. An Zheng's feet fell a bit, his body fell on the swept iron rod, and then kicked sideways, banging on Wang Cong's face.

This foot is full of strength, and An Zheng did not want to kill him, so he stayed in love.

But after kicking on Wang Cong's face, he just tilted his head, it didn't seem to affect it at all. The dust on his face was still there, and he screamed, holding the iron bar in one hand, and grabbed Anzheng's clothes with the other hand.

An Zheng swayed back, turned his body around the iron rod to avoid Wang Cong's fists, and then flexibly walked around behind Wang Cong.

This scene is exactly the same as when he was in the fantasy world for a long time, when he beat the first opponent in his life. It is conceivable how deep the shadows of meandering left in An Zheng's heart.

An Zheng grabbed Wang Cong's hair with one hand, squatted on Wang Cong's shoulders with his feet, and then cut his right hand into a palm knife towards Wang Cong's neck!

With a snap, An Zheng's palm was cut on Wang Cong's neck.

Wang Cong's body rushed forward a few steps, his head shook involuntarily. What surprised An Zheng was that he was still fine! An Zheng didn't want to kill people casually, nor did he want to casually hit people seriously, so he left room for the shot and didn't use the power of cultivation. However, his physical strength in Xumi's realm, even with this palm, even a stone tablet was cracked.

However, Wang Cong just shook it, recovered again after screaming, and shoved his arm backwards, hitting himself with a iron rod.

An Zheng flipped back and jumped from Wang Cong, his feet landed steadily.

But Wang Cong did not fail. After An Zheng flipped away, he didn't even have a second. The iron rod hit the back of Wang Cong's own head.

The bang made all the onlookers tremble. The power of this stick even smashed even a large rock.

Wang Cong knocked himself down with this stick, and fell to the ground like a mountain collapsed. But no one thought that after a few seconds, the guy stood up again, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, apparently pointing to stun himself.

He turned around, looked at Anzheng's position, and then rushed up with his iron rod.

An Zheng sighed, and said to himself that this guy could not be beaten by iron?

Wang Cong's head toward An Zheng was a stick. This was obviously a life-threatening play. An Zheng made him angry several times in a row, and actually hit the iron stick with a punch.

At this moment, Gao Yuanhu standing in the distance watching the battle frowned slightly.

"Nine Duanquan ... This is Bai Pin Gong, what is the source of this contention?"

Nine Duanquan.

In the first paragraph, the storm on the fist collapsed the iron rod, and the iron rod involuntarily picked up and smashed Wang Cong's own head. But this is only the first segment, the gas burst on the iron bar and continued to explode, violently.

If this boxing style appears in the water, it will be clearer. It was a force that burst nine times in a row, and violently one at a time. It can burst nine waves continuously in the water, as shocking as nine mushroom clouds nested together.

The force of successive explosions is equivalent to applying nine assists to the iron bar. The iron bar can't dodge at a fast speed.

boom!

The iron rod smashed heavily on Wang Cong's own head and smashed 10,000 plum blossoms in an instant. Even if Wang Cong then had a copper-headed iron arm, the strength of this stick was enough to break open. The iron bar smashed the flower on Wang Cong's head, and the skin was fleshy. The blood splashed and blazed all around, which made people see the chills in his heart.

What is even more shocking is that Wang Cong did not die under this stick.

There was a big gap in his head and blood was flowing. His body fell backwards and his back hit the ground heavily.

But he still wanted to stand up and tried to prop up the ground several times, but his head was dizzy. He didn't succeed a few times.

An Zheng walked over and grabbed Wang Cong's ankle, and then throwing Wang Cong up with his arm. Wang Cong's body flew away from the field, and landed at least 30 meters away. After hitting the ground, he rolled out several meters away.

But even so, the guy was still struggling and sat up danglingly.

Anzheng stooped to pick up the iron rod that fell on the ground, throwing his hand away. The iron rod was spinning rapidly, and the hot wheels flew over likewise, hitting the head of Wang Cong with precision. That bang sounded as if it hit everyone's heart, everyone's heart twitched.

Wang Cong sat there shaking and fell with a thump.

Ceremony official Cui Haolai shook his head disappointedly and said impatiently: "The winner is the martial arts fight."

Then he reached into the box: "The next one to play ... is still a person from Dading Academy, named Su Feizheng. His opponent is ... well, his opponent is Wuyuan Anzheng!"

An Zheng's footsteps came to a halt, and when he looked back at Cui Hao, there was already a killing intention in his eyes.