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An Zheng packed up with Du Shoushou and the others before he left the sect for the Martial Academy. Just as he was about to leave, An Zheng saw a person standing not too far away. Even though it was midsummer, she seemed to be shivering from the cold. She was so lonely, like an unremarkable wildflower on the roadside that quietly blossomed with its own beauty, but also carried with it a sense of inferiority.

Ding Ningdong.

An Zheng walked over and asked: "You're looking for me?"

Ding Ning Dong nodded his head, and then took a deep breath. "I ? I just wanted to tell you that my dad found someone to make a move on you during the martial arts exam. That person's name is Lang Jing. Perhaps he would make his move at other times as well. He was a lunatic ? "Be careful, I'm leaving.

An Zheng said: "Many thanks. You came looking for me like this, if your father found out about it, you would be aggrieved."

Ding Ningdong shook his head: "I am not afraid. He has already planned to marry me out, so it won't be too hard for me. I just wanted to tell you that I ? I'm not like my big brother and them. "

Then she turned and ran away, her figure all the more lonely.

An Zheng watched Ding Ningdong run off into the distance, a little frustrated in his heart. It seemed that kind-hearted people would always encounter all kinds of tribulations. When Ding Ningdong said that his father was prepared to marry her, her eyes were filled with unwillingness and grievance. She could not control her own fate. She struggled carefully, but she could not break out of that strange and ruthless circle.

After An Zheng and the rest left the sect, the big sized men from Heavenly Awakening Sect also began to leave team after team. They walked out onto the street, still acting as arrogant and domineering as before. These fierce men were helping the elderly cross the road and children to the academy. They also helped to scold anyone who didn't listen to reason.

Recently, this had already become a normal occurrence in the Heavenly Awakening Sect, to the point that the residents in the vicinity were used to having these burly men to uphold justice. In the end, if something were to happen to one of the families, they would no longer go to the Fanggu to complain, but would come to the Heavenly Awakening Sect to seek help.

Towards such a person, An Zheng had the same attitude. Where to go, Heavenly Awakening Sect was not a yamen.

Some people would say that they would only ask for it if they were truly wronged, so why didn't you care? An Zheng told his subordinates that the answer to this question was ? Why should I care?

I can take the initiative to help people, because I like it. I can help no one, or I can help because I want to. If everyone treated the Heavenly Awakening Sect as a yamen, then what did the yamen treat the Heavenly Awakening Sect as?

An Zheng organized the information about Lang Jing as he walked, this person was also famous.

In March of this year, he ran to the entrance of Great Cauldron Academy by himself and announced his intention to challenge Su Feilun. He stood outside the Great Cauldron Academy for three days and three nights. He had thought that Su Feilun would accept the challenge, but from start to finish, Su Feilun hadn't even glanced at him. Then, he went to the Uppermost Tao Field again, wanting to challenge Feng Xiuyang.

In April, he knelt outside Tianji Palace for two days and two nights, claiming that he was a genius that only came out once every hundred years. He begged King of Yan to give him a chance to serve his country and become a general. He wouldn't leave if he couldn't see the King of Yan, but because he couldn't stand the scornful and mocking looks the adults gave him, he left in the end.

In May, he set himself up in the street, claiming to accept the challenge of anyone under the age of twenty and to be a slave to anyone who could beat him. The stage was set for three days, but no one won, because no one fought with him.

In June, the Martial Arts Academy's entrance examination was about to begin, so he ran over to the Martial Academy to challenge Nie Qing. Nie Qing was the strongest among the previous batch of students in the Martial Arts Academy. Some people called him, along with from Great Cauldron Academy, and Feng Xiuyang from Uppermost Tao Field, the three prodigies of the capital. He shouted outside the Martial Arts Academy for the whole day. In the evening, Nie Qing came out from the Martial Arts Academy, casually picked up the hundreds of kilograms of dismount stones, threw them out a few dozen meters, and left while clapping his hands.

Then, Lang Jing stood there in a daze for an hour, lowered his head, and left the dojo with heavy footsteps.

Later on, when he asked about Nie Qing's age, he heard that Nie Qing was eighteen years old, Su Feilun was nineteen, and Feng Xiuyang was seventeen. Thus, he had embroidered a line of words on his clothes: Under the age of twenty, this world is fourth.

Later, when people mentioned him, they would call him Number Four Under Heaven in a mocking manner.

He was a strange man. Most people said he was crazy. He was a madman who would do anything to become famous.

When An Zheng really saw this person, he suddenly felt this person was somewhat pitiful.

Lang Jing stood at the entrance of the Martial Arts Academy, wearing a set of coarse clothes. Although the clothes were very old and there were many patches on them, they were very clean. He stood at the entrance of the Martial Arts Academy with a knife in his arms. His pants were a little too short, down to his ankles. She was wearing a pair of worn-out cloth shoes that had a hole in them, but they were also very well made up. So Anti felt that he was not a madman, but a poor man who wanted to change his life by his own efforts.

Lang Jing's strength was definitely not weak. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to challenge Su Feilun and the favored ones of the heavens. Since his cultivation level was not weak, he could just rely on being a guard or something to live a better life. However, he didn't. This meant that he had an almost perverted self-esteem in his bones. He felt that he should not have done those lowly things. He firmly believed that he would become a person of character.

An Zheng looked at Lang Jing, and gave his evaluation after a simple observation... Poor, unworthy.

"You are An Zheng?"

Lang Jing held his blade: "I am Lang Jing, I want to challenge you."

Four, the jaw is a layer of stubble, so it looks older than it is. His waist was very straight, but no matter how he looked at it, his back was slightly hunched. He was not a hunchback. He was just being pressured by something to the point where he couldn't even breathe.

He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, slightly thickened lips, and a straight nose. If he wasn't carrying a knife in his arms, everyone would think he was a farmer.

An Zheng asked: "Why are you challenging me?"

Lang Jing replied: "Because you are very famous, if I defeat you, I will be even more famous than you. Those who think you're a talent will think I'm a talent. "

An Zheng said: "So of course you didn't take the money to challenge me."

Lang Jing was a little excited: "I am doing this for my own future, how would I accept money? I, my cultivation level, cannot be bought with money! "

An Zheng nodded, "So the other party was only giving you an empty promise."

Lang Jing was obviously not a person who was good at lying, so after hearing An Zheng's words, he looked a little uneasy. No one asked me to kill you. I just wanted to challenge you myself. "

An Zheng couldn't help but laugh: "I accept your challenge."

Lang Jing was obviously startled, he did not expect An Zheng to actually accept his challenge. He had tried to challenge the three prodigies, but no one had responded. Su Feilun and Feng Xiuyang didn't even see him, yet Nie Qing had smashed his self-esteem with a piece of rock. Then, one night when Lang Jing tried it out, there was a rock weighing at least 500 kilograms which made it impossible for him to throw Nie Qing at such a distance.

So when An Zheng said that I accept your challenge, he didn't really believe him.

Originally, Lang Jing had already made preparations. If An Zheng did not accept the challenge, he would stop An Zheng at the entrance of the Martial Arts Academy to prevent him from entering.

"How do we compete?"

An Zheng asked.

Lang Jing kicked the ground uneasily, "Let's compete... "In actual combat, you and I will fight."

An Zheng nodded his head: "Let's do it here, there's still some time until the Martial Arts Academy assessment."

Lang Jing looked at An Zheng: "You don't have a weapon, and I don't either!"

He stabbed the saber in his arms into the ground with a 'bang'. The handle of the saber started to shake violently. The body of the blade shook, reflecting the sunlight back and forth.

"I have cultivated since I was young, and started to challenge the cultivator in Daxin Town. I have already visited every county under the jurisdiction of the Yan Kingdom. Under the age of twenty, I have yet to meet an opponent."

Lang Jing cupped his fists: "What I am best at are fists and kicks, you should be careful."

An Zheng made a gesture of invitation: "Make your move."

At this time, a lot of people had already gathered outside the Martial Arts Academy, and the news spread like wildfire. Very soon, more people came out from the Martial Arts Academy to watch the show. What everyone said was ? That An Zheng fought at the entrance of the dojo again.

Nie Qing was also there, he didn't know why he would come here. When he had heard of An Zheng's matter before, he felt that An Zheng was only a brat that did not care about the severity. However, the more the people from the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy thought highly of An Zheng, the more curious he became. So when he heard that An Zheng was once again fighting at the entrance of the Five Academies and had accepted Lang Jing's challenge, he couldn't help but walk out.

Because he knew Lang Jing's strength, he had secretly mentioned it to his friends before... Below the age of twenty, within the pure realm, Lang Jing might not have any opponents.

Nie Qing did not know whether he was here to see An Zheng make a fool of himself, or to let An Zheng not lose face for the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy.

At the same time, there was a restaurant called Drunken Moon Restaurant less than a hundred meters away from the Martial Arts Academy's entrance. On the second floor, next to the window, sat a youth with a sword on his back. He wore a black daoist robe, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal his snow-white lining. It seemed very neat and tidy. There was a wooden sword on his back. It did not have a sheath, so of course it was not sharp. The wooden sword was tied with an apricot-colored rope, and on it were a few words written densely.

She had delicate features and was even more beautiful than a girl. His fingers were slender, white and clean, and his nails were neatly cut. When he clenched his fists, his nails would never get in the way.

He didn't drink in the restaurant.

He turned his head to look at the Martial Arts Academy side with anticipation.

Across the street from the tavern, was a famous brothel called Jun Xin Lou. It was one of the brothels in Fanggu City. It was said that the Jun Xin Lou was owned by the metapopsia, and that was why it was able to stay not too far away from the Martial Arts Academy. And this Jun Xin Lou, it was said that many of the flower-like girls were specially groomed to seduce the young talents of the Martial Arts Academy.

Of course, all of these were just legends, who knew what kind of background the Jun Xin Lou had. However, the ladies of Jun Xin Lou were indeed famous, not only did they have looks, they were also talented.

On the second floor of the Sovereign's Heart Pavilion, a window was pushed open and a young man wearing a thin shirt stood in front of it. He had a glass of wine in his hand. The aroma of it wafted down the street from the second floor. His figure was very good, and under his thin clothes, his muscles were clearly defined. He also had a very bright and handsome face. Under his sword-like brows, his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. A disheveled woman walked up to him from behind. Her smooth, slender arms hugged him from behind.

On the Jun Xin Lou's side, the young man raised his wine cup. On the side of the Drunken Moon Restaurant, the young Daoist raised his teacup and returned the toast.

The same look in their eyes ? So you were there.

Nie Qing who was leaning on the stone lion at the entrance of the dojo seemed to have sensed something, and he turned to look into the distance. And so, he saw Su Feilun, who was half undressed in a brothel, and Feng Xiuyang, who was pretending to be drinking tea in a restaurant. Of course, he knew that those two people must be looking at him, too.

The three of them couldn't help but turn to look at the other person ? An Zheng.