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Both An Zheng and Lang Jing cupped their fists and bowed at the same time. Then, they took a step back at the same time, "Please."

The moment the word Lang Jing came out of his mouth, he pounced towards An Zheng with a stomp of his feet. It wasn't charging forward, but a real pounce.

Lang Jing's body was almost parallel to the ground, his hands and feet swept across the ground at the same time, and when he raised his head to look at An Zheng, a beast-like luster appeared in his eyes.

An Zheng was slightly stunned, then suddenly understood why Lang Jing hoped so much to be recognized by others.

An Zheng retreated a step, and his body gently flew backwards. Lang Jing landed at the place he was previously standing, and grabbed the ground with both hands. The entrance of the Martial Arts Academy was paved with thick and solid stone slabs. However, with his two hands, he dug out ten deep trenches on the stone slabs. With the strength of this grab, his body shot straight at her. In the air, his arms moved forward and his body began to rapidly spin.

His hands were at the forefront, and as they rotated, his hands were like drills.

An Zheng stepped down, and a thick stone board stood up.

Lang Jing's hands grabbed onto the stone slab, but he instantly penetrated through it, and amidst the stone fragments, Lang Jing's body shot through and went straight for An Zheng's chest. His hands looked as if they were made of steel, unstoppable. If these hands were to grab onto An Zheng's chest, one could imagine the consequences.

An Zheng dodged to the side, and let Lang Jing go. Lang Jing flew forward in the air, his body turning upside down in midair. Both of his feet moved forward, and then, he bent his knees and kicked a large tree by the side of the road. His speed had completely surpassed the imagination of the bystanders. Everyone who saw Lang Jing as a joke was stunned.

On top of that huge tree, a gap had been opened in the ground under Lang Jing's feet.

An Zheng dodged once again, and brushed against the short wall on the side of the road.

Lang Jing landed on the ground, hesitated for a moment before smiling apologetically: "Wait a moment."

He took off the pair of shoes on his feet, which had been badly mended, and put them neatly to the side. Only now did people see how strange his feet were ? A layer of black hair grew on his feet, curling and thickening. His toes were spread wide, hooked, like claws.

Lang Jing thanked her after she put the shoes away, and then pounced over again. When he spoke, he was polite, but when he moved he became a beast.

Lang Jing's hands continuously grabbed out, and An Zheng continuously dodged on the short wall. The moment his hand made contact with the short wall, crushed rocks flew everywhere and dust flew into the air. After a while, a good low wall became bumpy and jagged.

An Zheng swept down from the short wall, his body turning in midair. His sleeves swept across the flying rocks, and those rocks shot towards Lang Jing like bullets. Lang Jing hugged his head and rushed forward, not even bothering to dodge. The rocks hit his arm and made popping sounds, but they couldn't slow him down in the slightest. His old clothes were full of holes.

Just as An Zheng landed, Lang Jing had already rushed over, his legs pushed off the ground, and jumped towards An Zheng like a spirit ape. Both of his hands grabbed An Zheng's shoulders, and his legs took the opportunity to wrap around An Zheng's waist. Then, he suddenly exerted force on his finger, and the sharp nails could pierce into An Zheng's body in a second.

Bang!

A wave of energy exploded out of An Zheng's body, and an invisible ball of air was formed between the two of them, which sent Lang Jing flying again.

Qi Force!

Nie Qing, who was leaning against a stone lion at the entrance of the Martial Arts Academy, was initially a little disappointed. But when the ball of air exploded between An Zheng and himself, Nie Qing's eyes lit up.

Feng Xiuyang, who was no longer in the mood to continue watching, frowned as he mumbled to himself, "Interesting."

In Jun Xin Lou, Su Feilun, who was playing with the woman in his arms, turned his head to look in An Zheng's direction. Then, the corners of his mouth lifted up: "No wonder Ding Shengxia and the others lost so miserably."

Not only were the three of them shocked, Lang Jing was also surprised.

Anyone who cultivated would know that it was impossible to let inner strength out of the Purified Stage. No matter how strong the cultivation strength was, it could only make the fist strength to be heavier and the body's quality to be better. Only by breaking the Purified Stage would one be able to transform the cultivation strength into a qi-qi. The higher the cultivation level, the more powerful the leakage of the qi-qi would be, and the further the distance. Some people, with the help of special weapons, could also turn the cultivation strength into a knife qi or a sword qi.

"You ? You actually broke through the Purified Stage? "

Lang Jing's face was somewhat pale as he lowered his head to look at the clothes that were blown away from his chest.

There was a mass of black fur on his chest, and according to this mass of black fur, there was a huge black wolf head. The black fur became the hair of a wolf's head, so that the wolf looked lifelike.

"You ? Was it a wolf cub? "

An Zheng asked.

Lang Jing nodded: "Yes ? There is nothing that I don't dare to admit. I was raised by a wild beast and this on my chest ? My father. "

There was booing all around.

"This guy is actually raised by wild beasts, and calls wild wolves father."

"No wonder he looks so barbaric and ignorant. So he really is an animal."

"What is an animal? That's clearly a bastard!"

The person who said this was not far from An Zheng. An Zheng took a stride forward, grabbed that person by the collar and raised him up with one arm: "Your parents did not educate you well.

His arm pressed down, and with a bang, the man's back hit the ground, half of his body embedded into the ground. An Zheng's leg kicked at his lower abdomen, causing the man to roll away bent over like a shrimp. He did not even manage to resist and fainted.

An Zheng turned his body and looked at the few who had spoken. Those people all backed off in fear, their faces turning pale white.

"The wolves raised me. I don't think there's anything wrong with calling the wolves my parents."

Lang Jing seemed to have completely let go of her at this moment. He tore off his shirt, and there was even a wolf head tattoo on his back.

"I don't know who gave birth to me, but I know who raised me. Whether they were humans or wolves, they were my kin. Many years ago, they were killed by a hunter. I killed the hunter, so it doesn't feel wrong to kill for the sake of a wolf. Since you all look down on me, then come and fight with me. If anyone dares, come and fight with me! "

He called out hoarsely, and the faces of the onlookers paled.

Seeing the people around retreating, Lang Jing's eyes flashed with disdain. He turned and looked at An Zheng: "Thank you!"

An Zheng said: "What are you thanking me for, keep fighting."

Lang Jing shook his head instead. "If you have already broken through the Purified Stage, I won't be able to beat you."

An Zheng said: "I did not break through, it was just some minor techniques."

Lang Jing was slightly taken aback, then rushed forward: "I believe what you say!"

He grabbed out with both hands, bringing with it a sharp wind that tore through the air. An Zheng still continued to constantly dodge and in the end, he did not counterattack. Lang Jing's attacks were getting faster and faster, and the walls and trees on both sides of the street were filled with marks of his hands grabbing onto them.

"Your attacks are fast and ruthless, but your attacks are not strong enough. That is to say, many of your moves are very blind."

An Zheng dodged Lang Jing's hand, then arched his shoulder forward and smashed his shoulder into Lang Jing's chest. Lang Jing immediately let out a stuffy groan, and even stopped breathing for a moment.

Without waiting for Lang Jing to react, An Zheng struck his chest seven times consecutively, "You should learn the acupuncture points and structure of the human body."

An Zheng retreated as if he did not make a move. He only gave a symbolic seven clicks without exerting any strength.

Lang Jing lowered his head and looked at his chest blankly, seemingly at a loss of what to do. He knew that he had already lost. Other than using the ball of air to knock him away, An Zheng did not even use his cultivation strength when he defeated him. When he previously saw An Zheng constantly retreating and dodging, he had thought that An Zheng was inferior to him. But at this moment, he knew how thoroughly he had lost.

"I am really arrogant, to actually claim that I am unrivalled in the world under the age of twenty within the Purified Stage."

Lang Jing took a few steps back, and his face somewhat paled.

An Zheng said: "You are too impatient, and I used some tricks to make use of your anxious heart. If we really fight with our lives on the line, it doesn't really matter who wins. "

I'm not someone who can't afford to lose," Lanjing said loudly. "A loss is a loss. I have also fought with a level eight Ascendant. That person can split a half meter thick rock with one punch, pull out a tree from the ground, and open up thirty stone tablets in a row. But he couldn't beat me because he wasn't as fast as me. I don't know what your cultivation realm is because you didn't even use your cultivation. In my opinion, you have already surpassed the Ascension Realm. "If you say you don't have it, I'll believe you.

He cupped his fists. "I, Lang Jing, have lost. From today onwards, just speak your mind if you have any orders."

An Zheng said: "I want to invite you."

"Me?"

Lang Jing was startled: "What do you mean?"

An Zheng laughed: "Many people know that I am a sect master. No matter how much they look down on my Heavenly Awakening Sect, the sect is still there. They won't disappear just because they look down on me. And there are a lot of people in my sect that need your guidance, I want to ask you to be my sect's instructor. "

Lang Jing was obviously dumbstruck: "Teach... A teacher? I can't even enter the Martial Arts Academy, and I can't even be a student.

An Zheng said: "I don't have much money, and I'm tired."

Lang Jing laughed, and said foolishly: "Alright!"

The crowd immediately burst into an uproar, some of them shouted 'no fun' and then dispersed. They had originally wanted to see a bloody scene, but who would have thought that it would turn out to be an invitation to be a teacher?

An Zheng said: "Do you know where the Heavenly Awakening Sect is? There should be many people who know its location. After you find Old Huo, tell him my intentions and he will arrange a place for you to stay. You better not go back on your word. From today onwards, you will be my Heavenly Awakening Sect's instructor. "

Lang Jing said: "As a man, it's hard to keep up with words."

An Zheng said: "Alright, I'll treat you when I get back."

Lang Jing cupped his fists and walked to the side of the road to put on his shoes. At this moment, he was bare-chested, and the two wolf tattoos on his chest and back looked extremely scary. Lang Jing who was initially unwilling to let anyone see the tattoos did not seem to mind at all as he walked forward with large strides. People on the street avoided him, filled with fear.

"That person is actually raised by a wolf ?"

Some people muttered a few more words, and did not dare to continue.

Jun Xin Lou, Su Feilun laughed: "Truly a person who knows how to use tricks."

In the Drunken Moon Restaurant, Feng Xiuyang's lips curled up, "He is clearly not as powerful as Lang Jing, yet he is able to rely on his movement technique to avoid all the attacks and then rely on his skill to win. Although he hasn't broken through the Purified Stage, he can still be considered an opponent."

At the entrance of the Martial Arts Academy, someone asked Nie Qing, "Senior Brother, looks like An Zheng won easily?"

Nie Qing said: "Easy? The cultivation strength of Lang Jing's realm was above his, so even if An Zheng lost to him, he would be injured. So An Zheng never fought head on with Lang Jing, avoided the enemy's attacks, and then took a good look at the enemy's weaknesses. He had good eyesight, and was so calm ? An Zheng's cultivation level was nothing, but it was enough to become a qualified soldier, and when he went out to lead the troops, he would not be easily defeated. To be able to look down upon others with your martial arts, no wonder the Ministry of War was so full of praise for him, not bad, not bad at all. "

Nie Qing laughed and turned to leave. The spectators around him were at a loss.

An Zheng tidied up his clothes, then jumped over: "Not bad, not bad, fighting requires winning, although winning isn't fun, but at least I won."

An Zheng smiled and shook his head: "It's not difficult to win against him. He is on the verge of becoming an evil person. If he is used again, he will become an evil person. "

An Zheng said: "This is what makes me happy, and not because I won."