The moment he stepped into the castle, Yun Zheng could feel that the power on her body was not being pulled away, but being forcibly suppressed.

After coming in, what caught my eye was a group of masked god cultivators. A large number of god cultivators were fighting at this moment, and only a small number of god cultivators were watching the battle.

It can be seen that the people watching the game next to them are some family elders or captains who lead the team to train.

Ninety percent of those cultivators who are participating in the melee are young.

Mu Yin was a little excited and asked in a low voice: "They started fighting, do we want to go directly?"

Yun Zheng: "You go first."

Mu Yin was stunned and suddenly felt a little disappointed, "A Zheng, isn't this good? If I go directly, wouldn't I be beaten up in a group?!"

Yun Zheng smiled and asked, "Don't you become stronger the more you get beaten?"

"Although this is right..." Mu Yin was still a little cowardly. If Brother Lan and the others accompanied him, he would definitely not be afraid. After all, he could have a companion when he was beaten.

Yun Zheng paused slightly, and she turned to look at the group of people and said slowly: "You go up together, let me see what your current physical skills are. There must be no objection."

She said, adding another sentence.

"Just go, don't talk nonsense."

This sentence forced all the objections in their hearts back.

Mu Yin, Feng Xinglan and Yan Chen looked at each other tacitly, and then led the way to join the melee.

Seeing this, Dai Xiuzhu and others hurriedly followed.

Qi Po also limped into the melee.

Yun Zheng walked aside and silently watched the battle situation of the few of them.

A Yin, Yan Chen and Lan obviously have a foundation in physical cultivation. After entering the melee circle, they calmly attacked the young cultivators and even fought back.

However, perhaps because the starting point was different from the beginning, the three of them gradually became at a disadvantage.

As for Qi Po, he fought very seriously, but the attack and resistance were too "soft" so he was beaten... very fiercely.

Dai Xiuzhu is quite good at present. His own brute force is very sufficient, but his two fists cannot match four hands, and he cannot withstand the siege of several people at the same time.

Sun Zi and Sun Dongling's physical cultivation were very weak, and they were beaten to death. They were beaten by the cultivators in the melee circle as sandbags. In a short while, they were almost out of reach.

As for the last person, Yuezhou, his strength is actually the weakest among them, and he was beaten even worse.

Yun Zheng took these scenes into his eyes and felt quite subtle.

Too weak.

You still have to be beaten more often.

Yun Zheng watched the eight of them be beaten at the same time with calmness. As time passed, Sun Zi, Sun Dongling and Yuezhou could not hold on anymore. They wanted to escape from this melee circle, but before they could escape, they were dragged back.

The three of them were in a very bad situation.

Yun Zheng then set off and pulled out the three of them.

Yuezhou and the other two collapsed directly at Yun Zheng's feet. They were gasping heavily, and the fishy and sweet smell came out of their throats. They were in severe pain all over, so they could only fall to the ground weakly.

Sun Zi shouted in a crying voice: "Senior Sister Yun, I...I can't do it anymore."

His voice was very hoarse, like an old man in his twilight days.

Yun Zheng said in a faint tone: "When you enter here, you can't say it's not possible. Swallow a pill first and fight for an hour."

Yun Zheng took out three bottles of elixirs and distributed them to the three of them.

Even though Yuezhou was seriously injured, he responded without any complaint after hearing Yun Zheng's words: "Okay."

Because he knew Junior Sister Yun had good intentions.

Sun Dongling silently clenched the pill bottle with his fingers, and asked in dissatisfaction: "Sister Yun, why don't you go in and fight?!"

Yun Zheng looked at her with a calm expression: "Why do you want this senior sister to be the position of you? Let you lead the team?"

As soon as these words came out, Sun Dongling's face turned pale.

"Sorry, senior sister..."

Her voice gradually lowered.

Yun Zheng ignored her anymore, but looked at the people in the melee circle with concentration. What she didn't expect was that Qi Po could last for so long.

Two quarters of an hour later, Dai Xiuzhu and Qi Po were defeated almost at the same time.

Now only Lan and the other two have not fallen. They were beaten a lot before, so it was not surprising for Yun Zheng to hold on for so long.

But Dai Xiuzhu and the others didn't think so. After all, they also knew the cultivation level of Feng Xinglan and the other two. With their cultivation level, it was impossible for them to last for so long.

Dai Xiuzhu asked in shock: "Junior Sister Yun, are they hiding their true cultivation?"

Yun Zheng replied: "No, they have practiced physical practice."

Dai Xiuzhu suddenly realized.

"So that's it. I thought their true cultivation was above me."

At this time, Qi Po asked with a frown, "Boss, how long will we practice here? I feel that all my bones are broken and my flesh and blood are blurred. I can't stand it!"

Speaking of the time of practicing here, Dai Xiuzhu and his men also instantly shifted their attention, staring at Yun Zheng with expectation.

Yun Zheng said: "You must concentrate on practicing physical skills. If you perform well, it will take three or four days. If you perform poorly, it will take about half a month."

Qi Po and Sun Zi suddenly started to wail in pain.

In other words, they will be beaten for several days, or even for more than ten days!

Yun Zheng raised her eyebrows and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

When she mentioned the time, she remembered the words Qingfeng had sent a message before. Two or three days should be enough for Qingfeng and Mo Yu to arrive at the Forest of the Divine Society.

She waited for them to arrive in this ancient castle.

Half an hour later, Feng Xinglan and the other two came back with injuries. They skillfully swallowed some pills.

Mu Yin was sweating profusely and was exhausted. The flesh under his clothes were all green and purple. He took two deep breaths, and then looked up at Yun Zheng.

"A Zheng, don't do it first, let's practice it first!"

Yun Zheng smiled and asked, "Why?"

Mu Yin said depressedly: "Because you started, we won't have a chance to fight."

If A Zheng takes action, she can overturn the whole audience with brute force alone, and she can even directly hammer the young cultivators!

So, once A Zheng takes action, no one in the audience can stand!

Mu Yin blindly trusted Yun Zheng's strength.

Yun Zheng was amused and crying.

"Let's do it first." Yan Chen also said slowly.

"Okay." Yun Zheng answered quickly, her eyes flashed through the young cultivators in the battle circle, and then slowly fell on the elders of the major forces watching the battle.

Her goal has always been them.

…

Two days later, two young men appeared in the teleportation array in Mingyue Domain in Langzhou.

The young man standing on the right was dressed in black. His facial features were upright, and perhaps because of the frequent frown between his eyebrows, a trace appeared, but it added a bit of a strange temperament to him, majestic and calm.

The young man on the left was dressed in a blue dress, with a slender figure, a handsome and elegant appearance, black and bright eyes, smooth and distinctive contours, and his whole temperament was rather cold.

As soon as they came out, they were targeted by the old man in yellow sitting in the teahouse.

The old man in yellow suddenly lit up his eyes, he suddenly put down his teacup, rushed towards the two of them, and raised his arms to stop them.
Chapter completed!