Wei Shoumou felt that his world had collapsed and everything would become an illusory bubble. Why was his grandfather still roaring on the platform? Why did he give the position of dean to an outsider? Of course, that outsider refers to the Chief Zhu School inspector who has been unknown for two years since he came to Baisheng Academy.

When the Clerk Zhu showed his identity as an Inspectorate Department, there was no possibility of winning a game back. The higher the status, the deeper the person knows the horror of the Inspectorate Department.

So when his life was completely desperate, Wei Shoumou vented all his resentment and anger on An Zheng.

"I lost everything, but I also want to take you to die together, all of this is because of you!"

Wei Choumou roared and rushed towards An Zheng. During the rapid rush, countless black lights rose up behind him and then smashed towards An Zheng like an angry dragon. An Zheng did not know the other party's cultivation level, but as soon as the other party took action, he could feel that the realm was definitely higher than his.

Without the pupil technique and the thunder power of heaven, all An Zheng left was the most ordinary power of cultivation. But among this ordinary, An Zheng was going to kill a bloody path.

An Zheng waved his hand, and the black ruler appeared in front of him. The black light like an angry dragon bombarded the black ruler. In the banging sound, An Zheng's body was hit and moved backwards.

"You bastard!"

Wei Shoumu rushed over with a roar, reached out and pointed his hand into the sky, and then pressed down and pointed at An Zheng. The clouds in the sky shook for a moment, followed by thousands of golden swords piercing through the clouds, and quickly landed towards An Zheng.

There were too many golden light swords, densely packed and made the scalp explode. No matter how An Zheng moved, the golden light sword that was like a heavy rain followed like a shadow. The sound of rubbing on the ground was endless, and the sword was filled with long swords in just a moment. What was shocking was that these long swords actually existed, not transformed by the power of cultivation.

"That's the box that Wei Sun used when he was walking in the world."

The old dean sat on the chair and squinted his eyes and said to Mou Zhongping: "I remember that Wei Sun was also a very energetic person back then. He walked in the world to punish evil and promote good. But I don't know why he became like this when he was old. There are a thousand changes in the Thousand Machine Boxes. The person who created this magic weapon back then can be called the last generation of artifact makers."

"Those golden swords are actually made of golden needles in the Thousand Machine Box. It is said that there are 18,000 golden needles in total. The more you go, the stronger your strength will be. I wonder if that little guy can withstand it."

Mou Zhongping smiled and said, "The people who came out of my border army just won't retreat."

The old dean snorted: "I still want to lie to me?"

Mou Zhongping smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The disciples of the middle courtyard who were watching from a distance were all nervously looking at the competition venue, clenching their fists. As if they were even more nervous than they were on the court, their eyes staring at the other side. Several of them were particularly eye-catching, Ping Ce, surrounded by many beautiful girls, sat alone on the high wall and drank and looked at Xiang Wen in the competition venue coldly. There was also a Xu Zhibao squatting on the high tower, who was about to pounce on the cracked stones at any time.

"An Zheng can't stand this for a long time. No matter what, Wei Shoumou is also the best first-level disciple of our Intermediate People's Court."

"Yes, isn't it said that he will be admitted to the General Hospital soon? It also means that he must attend the martial arts conference of the Four Sects and Three Lords in the Year."

"I think Senior Brother Wang was not convinced to challenge Wei Shuomu, but he was beaten and vomited blood. He was bedridden for three months before he recovered. Moreover, since then, Senior Brother Wang's cultivation level has not improved again. He himself doesn't want to say more, but we all guessed that Wei Shuomu made a ruthless move during the competition and destroyed his dantian Qihai."

"Wei's plan is the most vicious, and this is something everyone knows. I'm afraid that An Zheng can't stop it for long."

The hundreds of disciples watching were familiar with Wei Shoumu, but no one was familiar with An Zheng. So almost all of them believed that An Zheng would not win and would lose quickly. Putting aside Wei Shoumu's character, this guy's talent in cultivation is indeed terrifying.

【Extinction】

With Wei Shoumu shouting, more golden light swords fell from the sky. This time, not only fell from the top of his head, but also divided many of them to attack An Zheng from all directions. An Zheng seemed to be surrounded by endless golden waves, and the next second it would be cut into pieces by the golden light.

"Thousand Machine Boxes are indeed well-deserved."

Someone nodded and said, "If this magic weapon is spread, I'm afraid many people will have their eyes red."

"No matter how powerful the Thousand Machine Box is, it depends on the person who uses it. Wei Shuomu has always been the most outstanding disciple of our Intermediate Court. He has entered the inner court many times to practice. Only the three people can match him. An Zheng has just come from the border army and uses wild ways and can't stop it at all."

"That's right, his challenge is simply seeking death."

Wen Nuanyu, who was sitting a little farther away, snorted coldly, and those people immediately shut up. There are not many teachers in the Intermediate Courtyard who have not been beaten by Wen Nuanyu. Everyone knows what kind of temper this woman has. Once she annoys her, she will have any impact on the occasion.

The middle-aged man sitting next to Wen Nuanyu's side had a pale face and was obviously very angry. He was Wei Shoumou's teacher, Gu Xiancheng, a person with an important position in the Intermediate Court.

"Mr. Wen, if you don't stop it, your new disciple will not last long."

He said coldly.

Wen Nuanyu snorted: "Not necessarily."

As he was talking, An Zheng was knocked away by the endless golden sword. When he stood up with a black ruler in his hand, there was obviously blood in his mouth, and red blood was stained in the gaps in his white teeth. He looked a little ferocious when he grinned.

"Just a little character, I really think you have the ability."

Wei Shoumou saw that An Zheng had blood in his mouth and his eyes became contemptuous: "Are you worthy of challenging me for such garbage?"

An Zheng rushed forward with his right hand, holding the black ruler. The golden light sword in front of him formed a surging river and hit him head-on. An Zheng blocked the black ruler. With the continuous impact of the golden light sword, he could not move forward. The power from the black ruler made his arms tremble, and his feet moved backwards on the ground.

"Not in the market."

Wei Chongmou said: "I overestimate you. I really shouldn't give you the face to accept your challenge. Did you feel very proud just now? Do you feel that my life has been ruined by you, and you feel fulfilled? Yes, I was really disappointed, and even despaired for a while. But now I suddenly figured out what does it have to do with my grandfather's death or not? If he falls, I will not die. With my talent, I can still stand up without his care. And what about you? Don't you think you are being used as a gun by those sinister villains?"

He took a step forward: "You are a small character like this, and you are only worthy of being used as a gun. Sooner or later, I will fly into the sky and become the supreme person."

An Zheng spat with bloody spit: "You know what a fuck."

No one knew that he turned on the eight-fold recoil.

The power transmitted from the black ruler is eight times the superposition of Wei Shoumai’s power!

At such a moment of life and death, he actually dared to do this.

On the high platform, Wen Nuanyu's face looked a little bad. She stood up and walked quickly to Mou Zhongping, squatted down and lowered her voice, "It seems something is wrong. Although An Zheng's cultivation level is lower than Wei Shuomu, she will not be beaten and vomited blood as soon as she contacted her. What's going on with him?"

Mou Zhongping shook his head: "I don't know much about him than you. But I also think something is wrong. You shouldn't be so weak."

However, Dai Yuchou, the old director sitting next to Mou Zhongping, squinted his eyes and smiled, as if he admired it very much.

Under the bombardment of the 18,000 Golden Light Sword, An Zheng also activated an eight-fold recoil. If other practitioners in the same realm as him were probably already shattered by the recoil force. Even An Zheng, his skin had already cracked a lot of holes, his shoulders were trembling, and his lips were trembling, but his hands holding the black ruler stopped trembling.

The scene was like a waterfall hitting the front, blocking it by a black weight ruler. And when every golden sword hit the black weight ruler, An Zheng had to bear eight times the power of the golden sword.

With a wow, An Zheng spit out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes became brighter.

"It's over 10,000, but that's it."

He suddenly stood up straight, and his hands pushed the black ruler with both hands to start moving forward. Wei Shoumu's face changed and he pushed forward with both hands. As the waves of the Golden Light Sword surged, countless black lights behind him were circling around An Zheng's back like black dragons.

But An Zheng seemed to have not seen it, and continued to push the black ruler forward. His steps looked extremely heavy, and every step he fell, the earth shaking.

The number of Golden Light Swords was obviously scarce, and An Zheng was moving forward faster and faster. The black lights that surrounded An Zheng's attacks bombarded An Zheng's back. An Zheng vomited blood one after another, but did not fall down. The bloodthirsty light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, like a wild beast.

Xu Zhibao, who was squatting on the tower, had bright eyes. Looking at An Zheng, it seemed as if he had seen his future opponent. He wanted to pounce on him and fight An Zheng now. The surprise and shock in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

Ping Ce pinched the chin of a beautiful girl, glanced at it and smiled: "Wei's plan is over."

Xiang Wen, who was sitting on the high wall, threw the wine pot aside and walked with his hands behind his back: "It's boring."

An Zheng raised the black ruler and threw it at Wei Shuo: "It's my turn!"

The black weight ruler was so fast that it was incredibly fast that Wei Shoumu had no time to avoid it and could not make any other reaction. He had only time to push forward with his hands to block the black weight ruler.

With a bang, Wei Chongmou's arms exploded the moment his hands touched the black weight ruler, and his body was knocked out by the black weight ruler like a cannonball. A few dozen meters away, his back hit the wall, which was the wall of the competition field. With the blessing of the magic circle, the power below the Little Holy Realm could not be broken at all. But it would be great if it could be broken. Wei Chongmou's back hit the wall, and the black weight ruler followed closely, slamming into his chest, and directly smashing the person to almost crack.

Wei Shoumou spit out a mouthful of blood, feeling that all his ribs might have been broken. He was clamped by the black ruler and the wall, and he couldn't move at all. An Zheng, who was standing dozens of meters away, raised his hand and pushed the black ruler forward a little. Wei Shoumou screamed in pain, and then began to beg wildly: "I admit defeat! I admit defeat! Don't kill me cough cough, I don't want to die yet, don't kill me."

An Zheng waved his hand and the black ruler flew back. He carried the black ruler on his back and turned around and left.

"It is a blasphemy to kill you with this ruler, and you are not worthy of it."

Everyone stood there in amazement, and didn't realize why it ended like this. It was obvious that An Zheng was always being beaten, so why did An Zheng win?

Wei Shoumou's teacher Gu Xiancheng snorted coldly, stood up and left. He had been pressing warm Yu in the academy for so many years because he trained Wei Shoumou, but now, his pride has been broken by An Zheng.

Wen Nuanyu shouted excitedly on the high platform, her movements were too big, and her chest was surging.
Chapter completed!