C134

He slowly walked with Song Shaojie to the side of the arena where he would compete this time. This was the most corner of the arena, and at a glance, he could see that there were only a dozen or so disciples, most of whom were disciples of Broken Armies Peak. Compared to Yang Ruxue's competition arena in the center, the difference between them was like heaven and earth.

When the disciples saw Song Shaojie fanning himself with his pockmarked face, even they showed a kind smile towards Zhu Ci.

For some reason, Zhu Chi suddenly felt that the good-natured smiles of those disciples who broke the military peak were all loathsome and filled with contempt for themselves.

There was only a chair placed below the stage, and a Discipline Academy protector was sitting there. Zhu Ci looked at him and found him somewhat familiar. He thought for a moment, then remembered that this was the same protector who had helped Fang Xing when they first met Song Shaojie. It was just that he did not know which faction he belonged to.

There were a total of eight arenas. Under normal circumstances, each arena would have at least one protector and elder overseeing it, otherwise, the young disciples would be too young and too young. If there were any casualties, it would be difficult to report them to the Sect or his family.

Zhu Ci walked over to the Protector who was in his thirties. He bowed and said, "Martial Granduncle, I am the disciple of the Great Rock Peak. Today, I will compete on the second seat."

The Protector was looking at the name list, he raised his head and glanced at the person who just arrived, then said to Zhu Chi who was speaking indifferently, "Oh, you're here, the match is about to start. You know the rules, you can't bring a concealed weapon." Seeing Zhu Ci's nod, he said, "Alright, go onstage then."

"Yes." Zhu Ci took a glance at the stage and saw that it was empty. It seemed that the reputable disciple of Broken War Peak had yet to arrive. He hesitated for a moment. At first, he wanted to chat with Song Shaojie, but in the end, he obeyed the Protector's command and walked up the steps onto the stage. At the same time, a whisper came from the disciples of Broken Armies who were standing behind him. It was clear that they were talking about him, but these people were not stupid disciples who had taught Zhu Ci a lesson in the back mountain. They were talking about the famous person who had forced the nunnery to break off the engagement yesterday.

It was noon, and the sun was high in the sky. The sun's rays shone through the window and onto his body, making him feel a little hot. Standing on the platform, Zhu Ci looked up at the exposed skyline of the windowsill. The sky was blue and cloudy, the cliffs high and loose, and from time to time there were birds flying by. Heat flowed through her head, turning the heat into warmth.

In the modern world, he was still a diaosi and had never dreamed of becoming a prince. No, it was not that he had never dreamed of such a thing, but that he had never dreamed of such a thing, because all he wanted was to live in the good times and never dreamed of such things as the history of the Sky Valve Army. With a flip of his hand, he would be able to change the history of the Great Brilliance, and he would even be able to learn martial arts that he had never seen before in the future.

In the blink of an eye, his life became a blur like a white cloud.

He looked like a seven year old child. Who would have thought that he would be like a seventy year old man? While in his dreams last night, Zhu Ci had thought that he would be able to fight for his master and make everyone in the Great Rock Mountain look at him in admiration.

Zhu Ci's dream came back late at night. Along with the mocking laughter of the crowd, every time his dignity was hit, he would feel a trace of ice-cold evil energy slowly roaming about in his chest. It was unknown what would have happened if it wasn't for the baby-like heat suppressing the evil aura in his mind. He already had a certain understanding of that evil energy, but what was that heat? He had once tried to use his psychokinesis to drive the heat, but there was no movement. He could not figure it out, so how could such a strange Qi appear? Of course, he did not mention this to anyone. He did not even mention his good brothers, Song Shaojie, Precious Mirror or Liu Cheng.

"Clang!" The crisp sound of the bell-cauldron woke him from his reverie. Turning his head to look, he saw that there were still dozens of disciples standing on the stage. It was unknown when that Protector had propped himself up on the back of the chair and was sleeping with his head facing the sky. It was obvious that the teacher in charge had signalled to him in advance that the seven-year-old kid in front of him would come up and leave as soon as he passed by the house.

On the opposite side of the arena, a man appeared out of nowhere. He appeared to be in his twenties, and he was smiling at him. This man was one of the foolish disciples that had beaten him up yesterday.

That foolish disciple was obviously an idiot. His face reddened, and he quickly bowed towards Zhu Ci, saying, "Disciple of Broken Army Peak, please enlighten me, junior brother. In front of the test, junior brother is still standing on the stage with a calm and composed expression, not showing any signs of anxiety or cowardice. He is way stronger than I was back then. Only then would I dare to do so! " He had said beforehand that his opponents had amazing skills, so he had informed the spectators below the platform that he would be defeated on his own. This way, his fellow disciples wouldn't feel inferior.

Although Song Shaojie had spoken out in public and wanted to use his reputation to make a few moves, he didn't want to embarrass this famous man of the Great Rock Mountain, but there was no need for him to be so polite! It was obvious that no one paid attention to the words' amazing professional skill 'that Advertisement had mentioned. What a joke, it's you. You would think that a trash who was forced to break off the engagement, and was even only seven years old, would have any shocking abilities.

Zhu Ci replied with a smile, "I dare not, I dare not. Shixiong Chi, I am too young and my cultivation is not yet home. If we fight, we must make way."

He thought to himself: His martial arts skills have already been displayed yesterday, and it is so powerful that even if I painstakingly win the match later, I would have nothing to show for it, not to mention that I will be defeated in a single move, so I might as well be more tactful and let my boss save some energy in his punches and kicks.

Chi Ming thought about what he should do and paused for a moment before replying, "You must be joking, Junior Brother Chi Jing. Uh, the time is up. I will now ask Junior Brother for some advice."

Zhu Ci said calmly, "Please show mercy, Shixiong Chi."

Seeing that Zhu Ci was confident, he silently swallowed his saliva and became even more tactful. With a flick of his right hand, the staff in his left hand rotated.

"I specialize in pole arts. Junior Brother Jing Jing, please."

They came to teach me a lesson and beat me with most of them in a single move. In fact, they have a lot of good points in their martial arts, or else they won't be able to take the top spot in the competition of idiots. As for the other factions, the number of foolish disciples was the highest, so he might as well take a few more blows off the stage.

Zhu Ci's spirit was lifted, and he could feel a slight warmth on his face. The day where he would take the lead was today.

Just when everyone was curious as to what weapon he was using, he raised his head and suspiciously looked at his opponent. His fists formed a welcoming gesture as he faced forward.

hua * The crowd went into an uproar. Clearly, a young junior brother was fighting with a famous senior brother of the same generation, yet he was so arrogant that he didn't even use a weapon, causing them to be displeased.

All of a sudden, Song Shaojie glared at the dozen or so voices filled with hostility and snorted loudly.

Even the protector sitting at the side was startled by Song Shaojie's action, causing the crowd to quiet down. He opened his eyes and looked over.

At that moment, before anyone could see him move, the reputation of Zhu Ci's swing suddenly left his stomach.

Just when everyone thought that he had been hit by a hidden weapon, even the protector who was resting with his eyes closed opened his eyes.

He hasn't even made a move yet, so why is he rubbing his belly?

Ah!" He even bit his lips, and in the next moment, he actually jumped down the stage with the iron rod and said to the protector: "Master, I admit defeat, my stomach is aching, as if I have eaten something unclean!" "AHH!" It's about to come out. " After he had finished speaking, his face seemed to be covered in cold sweat. He didn't even wipe his face; he just ran away like the wind and ran away …

Zhu Ci's face was filled with black lines. Although he had won, such a victory was simply unfathomable. The person who had carried his reputation for today's amazing competition had disappeared just like that.

Suddenly, after a moment of silence, the disciples of Broken Armies Peak revealed odd expressions on their faces. It was obvious that such a farce would occur on the three 'gathering meridians' of the Dao of Alchemy Mountain. They couldn't even compare, it was obvious that the party with powerful strength had voluntarily admitted defeat and ran to the restroom. The third place candidate in the previous competition had lost to the opponent in front of them.

After a long while, the disciple who was acting as the protector was the first to react. With a flash, he leapt onto the stage and arrived beside Zhu Chi.

"You win." That disciple protector truly, truly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and calmly said. It was clear that out of the many matches he had presided over, there had never been such a bizarre matter as him admitting defeat without even comparing notes, and his victory was laughable.

The disciples of Broken Armies Peak burst into an uproar. As the followers of fame, how could they admit that their idols had lost this battle, but the reality was right in front of them, they had nothing to say. The reputation of being defeated was too baffling, too inconceivable, it was obviously a victory that was within their grasp, but suddenly, they felt a stomachache, said that it was uncomfortable, and went to the toilet.

At this moment, Song Shaojie was also dumbfounded, but when he heard Protector Zhen say those three words, he also rushed up to the arena, walked up to Zhu Ci and patted him on the shoulder, laughing loudly: "You won, that's second place, you can definitely take it!"

Zhu Ci said with a strange expression, "Really? Did I win? Did I actually win?" But why did the opponent run away? I don't even have the chance to display my martial arts! "

The disciple really looked at the pockmarked Daoist boy, dressed in his shabby military uniform, yet he was helping his opponent celebrate. Today, he had seen so many strange things, but suddenly, he glanced at the pock faced Daoist boy's tightened fan, and finally, he understood something: [I was wondering why this idiot would admit defeat, it turns out this little girl is supporting this useless kid!]