"Who's coming!"

On the high platform, a muscular, bare-chested male cultivator raised his arms and shouted, looking fiercely at the monks below.

This male cultivator was a casual cultivator who was in the late stage of establishing his foundation. Since he came on the scene, he had fought against three cultivators of the same level in a row. His boxing skills were fierce and his temperament was violent. All three cultivators he fought were seriously injured and defeated.

Even though he was so provocative, the monks in the audience were dissatisfied and angry, but they did not dare to accept the challenge.

The male cultivator laughed loudly and looked at everyone with contempt. Both the casual cultivators and the sect disciples were like pigs and dogs in his eyes, "You are nothing but such cowards."

This move was so arrogant that the casual cultivators who knew him couldn't help but scold him: "Hu Fang, don't go too far! If you have the ability, go and challenge the proud man of that day."

Hu Fang didn't care. He lowered his lips and said, "How about I challenge you? If you have the guts, come up!"

The casual cultivator who opened his mouth to rebuke remained silent for a moment, with his hand on the saber showing blue veins, trying hard to suppress his impulse.

"Coward!"

After taunting everyone, Hu Rong jumped up, took off a black bead, glanced at them, and strode into the teleportation array behind the ring.

The teleportation array flashed with light, and Hu Fang's figure disappeared.

The devastated arena was restored to its original state.

After a long moment of silence, a male cultivator flew onto the stage, bowed to the audience in a decent manner and said: "Wu Qingming, the Sect Sect, respectfully invites you for your advice."

…

One day passed quickly, and fourteen people had picked up the black beads and entered the teleportation array.

There were only nearly a hundred people left in the field who had not yet challenged. As for the more than 600 people who had been eliminated, they were all frustrated and envious, looking forward to seeing what was going on.

As soon as they entered the cave, they were all transported to the huge competition arena in front of them. On the central arena, sword marks were cut into the stone, and the pens moved like dragons and snakes.

"In the wheel arena battle, players take the stage one by one. Those who defend the arena can take the black beads and enter the teleportation array to win the treasure. Each person is limited to one challenge."

There are twenty black beads hanging above the ring, which means that only twenty people can enter the teleportation array and truly enter the cave to win the treasure.

"It's a waste of time, you might as well be out hunting for treasure!"

The honest and honest square-faced casual cultivator sighed and couldn't help complaining. He turned to look at Zhang Zheng beside him, trying to find a confidant, "Hey, sister, why don't you come to the ring?"

Zhang Zheng didn't reply. He grinned and comforted himself: "It doesn't matter if you lose. The important thing is to participate."

Seeing that he seemed to want to comfort her, Zhang Zheng twitched her lips and said with a smile: "Thank you, fellow Taoist."

The square-faced casual cultivator patted his chest, looking upright and awe-inspiring, "There is nothing else in me. I just earn a reputation for righteousness by traveling around the world."

"Sister, you can go ahead. It doesn't matter if you're injured. I have plenty of healing pills to keep you alive."

"Pfft——"

The man who looked like a casual cultivator couldn't help but laugh. He looked him up and down as if he were laughing, and said mockingly: "Disciple of my sect, I want you, a casual cultivator, to show your courtesy."

The square-faced casual cultivator seemed to have just noticed Zhang Zheng's sect clothes. His face turned red and he glared at the man with a lack of confidence, but also turned his head and stopped talking.

The late-stage foundation-building monks guarding the ring on the stage shouted loudly: "But there are still people who want to challenge!"

He has defeated two people. Like the arrogant Hu Fang at the beginning, he followed the path of physical cultivation. He has strong tendon flesh all over his body. It is obvious at a glance that he is powerful. Although his strength is not as good as the previous few defenders, he cannot be underestimated.

There are six more black beads...

Zhang Zheng touched his chin and assessed the gap between himself and the monks on the stage. His cultivation level was one level lower, but he had already exhausted his physical strength in two battles, so this difference might be negligible.

The further you get, the fewer black beads there are, and the more anxious monks who have not yet entered the ring have to challenge them.

The measurement of her cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building is more than 10% different from that in the later stage. It is not cost-effective for her to fight in a wheel battle.

You must establish your authority in one battle, so that no one in the audience dares to come up to the stage to challenge.

After thinking about this, Zhang Zheng cupped his fists at the depressed square-faced cultivator beside him and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for your concern."

Immediately, she turned to the high platform, leaped onto the ring, raised her hands and saluted, "Zhang Zheng, a disciple of Wanxuan Sect, please give me some advice from fellow Daoist Li."

Li Lang looked at the handsome female cultivator in front of him. She was slender and fragile, and he laughed heartily: "A weak woman dares to come on stage to fight. Brother, I am not the master who waits for beauty and beauty."

Before Zhang Zheng could answer, the square-faced cultivator in the audience, who had just blushed at her thank you, shouted angrily: "You are looking down on people now, but don't cry and call me mother later!"

Li Lang snorted disdainfully, raised his arm and sprinted straight towards Zhang Zheng's face, showing no mercy.

"Bang——"

When the smoke and dust dispersed, a large pit sank where Zhang Zheng was standing, but there was no figure in the pit except Li Lang.

Turning around suddenly, a vine as thick as an arm came towards him at such a fast speed that Li Lang couldn't avoid it. He received the whip forcefully, and his cheeks suddenly became red and swollen.

Spitting out blood foam from his mouth, Li Lang did not dare to underestimate the enemy anymore and stared at Zhang Zheng floating in the air with a sinister expression.

It is undeniable that he is very strong, and his strength is beyond the comparison of ordinary physical strength, but his fatal flaw is that he is too heavy and ignores speed training.

There is an old saying in the world.

In the world of martial arts, there is no speed that cannot be defeated.

Li Lang yelled angrily and punched the ring, causing the ring to collapse with such force.

Zhang Zheng moved again and slowly turned sideways to avoid it.

Several punches in a row failed, and Li Lang was a little exhausted. He held up his thighs and gasped, "If you have the guts, you can fight me head-on! What kind of hero can you be if you only run away?"

After watching this battle, everyone in the audience was dissatisfied and without passion, so they followed suit and shouted: "Come on, what a good guy it is if you can escape quickly! If you don't get up, get off the stage and I'll take my place."

Zhang Zheng didn't care about the commotion in the field, and once again dodged Li Lang's attack. After observing her, she had a rough assessment of his strength, and a smile appeared on her handsome face.

"I'm not a good man, and I don't have any talent."

The light words made all the monks in the audience angry and choked up, and several monks couldn't help laughing.

Zhang Zheng turned her hand over and held the fire stick in her hand, raised her beautiful eyebrows, and said with high spirits, "But I don't mind being a hero for a while."

So she used him to test the speed of the "Light Spirit Art" that she achieved in that damn place in the desert.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zheng's body swayed, and he quickly turned into the wind. His shadow and steps were chaotic, and he seemed to disappear out of thin air, leaving no trace.

She actually hid her strength and restrained herself!

Li Lang stood there blankly, looking frightened and panicked. He could not see the whereabouts of the female cultivator at all, and he only had time to cover his body with a golden light shield.

"Boom——"

There was a loud noise, and Li Lang's strong body fell down from the ring like a torn sack. He lay motionless in the pit. He was knocked unconscious by her blow, and he was in a miserable state.

This scene shocked all the monks in the audience, and all their thoughts that were about to move disappeared in an instant.

They watched blankly as Zhang Zheng slowly removed the black bead, each one of them as silent as a quail with its tongue pulled out, for fear of being mentioned about the shameless behavior they had just made.

This inconspicuous female cultivator from Wanxuan Sect is too terrifying!

He was a leader in physical training, and he was knocked unconscious with just one stick!

In the dead silence, the square-faced casual cultivators were the first to react and cheered. The next moment, the audience was excited and everyone raised their arms and shouted.

Zhang Zheng turned her head towards the square-faced cultivator and raised a slight smile. She turned around, raised her clothes in a perfect arc, and stepped into the teleportation array.


Chapter completed!