Repugnant Gateway

Late at night, An Zheng was sleepless. The room where he lived was on the street, so the noise on the street was particularly clear. The lights were brilliant outside, and the street was full of people. In order to fight for the place, many people's congresses also fight. Fighting in the Great Wall of the Magical World is really nothing unusual. Looking at here is not the most strange reason for a fight here, why can you fight if you don't look at it?

What's more, tomorrow is the first competition between Tianqi Martial Academy and Fantasy World Academy. People are in a state of excitement, and there is no reason to fight.

After half a year, An Zhen couldn't help but smile bitterly from the noise outside. Xiaoqidao's growth is very rapid, but they have been stagnant.

According to the truth, practitioners can feel their own Dantian Qihai, which is the most basic thing. However, up to now, An Zheng has never felt that his Dantian Qihai is capable of repairing.

He got up and pushed open the window, then his face changed.

Du skinny, meandering, Xiaoqidao three people stood outside his window, very neat. Seeing Anzheng appear, the three of them stooped together and shouted: "Sovereign."

An Zheng was stunned and suddenly wanted to cry.

Qu Liuer had the courage to say aloud: "No matter what the result of tomorrow, you are our suzerain. They thought we were children, just playing in the house. That's not important, the important thing is that we know our seriousness , Know our own attachment. Anzheng, maybe you put a lot of pressure on yourself, worrying that you have n’t let us practice well, but everything you do is the best for us, no one can replace you Position in our hearts. "

Du Shoushou waved his fist: "Let's fight together, don't care about winning or losing. Even if you lose, it's not a big deal. We will wander the world with you."

Xiaoqidao shouted, "Let's fight together!"

An Zheng's voice said hoarsely: "But I said to be your suzerain, just ... just a joke at the time. I lied to you, I have no ability to be a suzerain, nor can I stand here."

Qu Liuer rationalized the hair blown by the wind: "We take it seriously, very seriously."

Du Shoushou: "Well, so your joke is no longer a joke. You are our sovereign, our dean, our husband."

The porter, the madman cuddling Lao Huo's arm: "This group of devil ... why do I want to cry?"

Lao Huo wanted to push his arm away, but it was unsuccessful, and he could only helplessly accept it. Qu lunatic was more and more moved, and then wiped tears and snot with Lao Huo's sleeve. Old Huo turned to pick up the wine gourd and smashed it **** the head of the qu man.

"Go rest."

An Zheng laughed and smiled with tears: "Since you are willing to be deceived by me, then I will continue to deceive and deceive you to go forward with me. Now go to rest, ignore the people outside and sleep well. , And then try our best tomorrow morning. We can lose, but we ca n’t admit defeat. "

Du Shoushen bent over them neatly, leaned over solemnly to salute, and turned to leave. Halfway through, Du Shouxi looked back at An Zheng: "You are really the most handsome man in my heart."

An Zhengpiao laughed, and then nodded.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that it didn't matter what the result of tomorrow was. He has changed Du Shoushen, Qu Liu'er and Xiao Qidao, and even changed Qu Maniac, so that they have learned to trust each other. They are not affected by such a filthy and filthy environment like Illusion World. They maintain the goodness in their hearts, even if they will be separated from themselves in the future, but they have laid the foundation for their lives.

An Zheng knows that the most successful place for him is not to let them practice so much, but to let them learn to support each other, care for each other, and trust each other.

An Zheng walked to the porter, and the madman still held Lao Huo's arm with emotion. Old Huo asked where you were going. An Zheng pointed to the outside and said, "Suddenly remembered that I don't have a decent clothes yet. I should wear formal clothes tomorrow. Go out and see if there is a tailor shop open."

Old Huo shook his head: "It's so late, there will be a tailor shop open, even if it is open, it will not be possible to make a decent dress tomorrow morning. Fortunately, you have old Huo, omnipotent old Huo."

He pulled a box out of the bed, then took out several clothes and handed it to An Zheng: "I made it, no doubt, it will fit."

An Zhengxiao: "There is nothing else that Huo Huo can't."

Old Huo proud: "As long as it can be done with both hands, old Huo will be."

An Zheng took the clothes and left, and then put the clothes at the door of Du Shou's room. An Zheng returned to his room and changed his clothes. He found that his clothes were of adult style, very solemn and solemn. The black gown just happened to be at the ankle, not long or short. The clothes are perfectly suitable, not fat or thin. This dress makes An Zheng look a little more mature, really like a sect master.

On the left chest of the clothes, Lao Huo also embroidered two words ... Apocalypse.

Put on adult-style clothes in the room and go out to be a hero.

He looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and then took a deep breath: "You have dealt with a scene that is ten times as dangerous as this, nothing, you have succeeded."

When the sun rose, the people outside had already blocked the water blocking the street. At the entrance of the Tianqi Wuyuan, almost all the crowds slammed the door open. These people were neatly afraid of hitting the gate and the courtyard wall, shouting loudly: "Come out! Come out! Come out!"

When An Zheng walked out of the room, Du Shoushen had them packed. Everyone was wearing a black hospital uniform, and they were all fit, even Du thin and thin. Although everyone didn't have a good rest, everyone seemed refreshed.

Lao Huo slowly came out of the porter, and then stretched his hand to open the gate of the martial arts courtyard. The people outside began to separate on both sides like a tide, and they began to wave their arms: "A win! A win!"

Of course they were not moved, but because they made a bet.

A big-faced man shouted at An Zheng for them: "Lao Zi put all your money on you, just waiting for you to get cold. If you dare to lose, Lao Zi will kill you."

Anzheng turned his head, and then suddenly a skyrocket hit the big man's jaw, and directly flew the big man backward. This punch knocked the big man up and flew into the crowd. I didn't know how many people were knocked down. The man's jaw was distorted, his teeth dropped, and his mouth was covered with blood. An Zheng looked at the random crowd, his face calm. At this moment, everyone was quiet. They looked at the teenager in his twenties, and suddenly felt that the look in the boy's eyes was so awesome.

Such a big scene made the disciples in Phantasy Academy feel nervous. They stood at the gate of the academy and looked towards Anzheng, because there were too many people, and they began to feel anxious. A disciple of the college looked at the crowd of people outside, and his nervous face was a little distorted: "We will definitely win, right ... The little things across are just bluffs, right?"

No one answered him, because this was also the first time the disciples of Phantasy Academy met.

On the street, hundreds of black men separated the crowd, and the slower ones were all overturned by sticks. Those big men were fierce and evil, and all the people on the street retreated to both sides, so that many people were crowded into the big tree and the courtyard wall. The **** men cleared the road, and then gathered around a person to the martial arts side. This man, the owner of the casino in the city of fantasy world, is more than three years old.

An Zheng has never seen this person before, and always feels like a rough man. Only when he saw this person did An Zheng find out how untrustworthy the outside rumors are. The third year of high school is not rugged at all. He wore a common cloth and walked without hurry, the pace always allowed the followers behind him to keep up. From the temperament point of view, he is more like a scholar, there is no copper odor on his body, but there is a book of gas.

"Mr. Little."

Gao Sanduo nodded slightly when he saw An Zheng: "My first meeting, my name is Gao Sanduo."

An Zheng also nodded slightly: "What's the matter?"

Senior three more: "Nothing, just want to ask if you have any help you need before the competition."

An Zheng replied: "The noise is so loud, so I am a little anxious."

Gao Sanduo hummed and then turned back: "The people on this street, whoever cuts his tongue, cuts his tongue and cuts immediately."

The black man in the casino immediately went out and shouted, screaming whoever cut his tongue. But there are too many people gathered here, it is inevitable that some people will not hear or deliberately coax. Those big guys were not much talk. When they saw a coax, they rushed up and pulled them directly out of the crowd. When they opened their mouths, they cut their tongues. The people around him immediately dispersed, and their faces turned pale.

An Zheng said: "If you shout again, it will be cut late."

Gao Sanduo yelled: "Since Mr. Xiao has spoken, then forgive them for a while. If someone talks again for a while, there is no need to cut the tongue so much trouble, just kill it."

The big men responded loudly, and no one dared to speak again.

"What else can I do?"

Senior three asked more.

An Zheng answered seriously: "I haven't eaten breakfast yet."

Gao Sanduo turned around: "Mr. Wuyuan wants to have breakfast, get some more exquisite, don't make the big fish and meat you usually eat. You guys are used to it, look for cleaner shops, get as many as possible Come."

Hundreds of big men hurled out at once, and it goes without saying that they were never bought. However, people are very easy to handle things. After ten minutes, a table was placed on the street with many exquisite snacks. And the big guys were still bringing food over and over, and soon there was a lot of piles next to the table.

"eat."

An Zheng said two words lightly.

Du Skinny leaned over them: "Yes, Sovereign."

"metropolitan?"

Gao Sanduo froze for a moment, then couldn't help laughing. He saw An Zheng looking at himself, and then quickly explained: "Don't care, I just ... didn't hold back."

An Zheng ignored them and took Du Shou and the three of them to sit down and eat. Then An Zheng asked Du Shoushou to greet the old Huo and Qu lunatics, all the people in Tianqi Wuyuan actually sat among the tens of thousands of people eating breakfast, and still seriously commented on which is delicious and which is not good. eat. On the other side of the academy, those disciples were already trembling.

Zhen Zhuangbi stood at the door, feeling that he had lost momentum. So he was a little annoyed and turned around: "Open the door and let the outsiders see what the disciples of our college are."

The gate of the academy was open, and hundreds of disciples in white uniforms came out and stood in two rows on the street. Zhen Zhuangbi came out from behind, followed by several disciples of this competition, including Chen Zhou.

In the final analysis, there are more people who win at the academy. When they see the academy's disciples coming out, they all subconsciously cheered. Then seeing those black men, they shut up immediately. So the scene is a bit awkward for the college.

"Are you full?"

Zhen Zhuangbi raised his hand and pointed at An Zheng: "Come and fight when you are full!"

An Zheng picked up the handkerchief and wiped his mouth, then replied blandly: "Three games."

Zhen Zhuangbi said: "Well, two wins in three innings!"

An Zheng shook his head: "No, even if we lose, we lose."

He stood up and walked slowly towards Zhen Zhuangbi: "If we can't win in three games, we will get out of the fantasy world for ourselves."

Volume 2 Beiyan Changge