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An Zheng had already implemented everything that he could think of to the best of his ability, so it all depended on Du Shoushou and the rest. An Zheng was confident in his own strategy, the only uncertain factor was Xiao Qidao. If Xiao Qidao's physique was discovered by the people of the Phantom Institute, then he might fail to live up to the Lady Ye's request. It was obvious that the Lady Ye did not want Xiao Qidao to appear in front of the soldiers from the Yan Kingdom.

An Zheng made Du Shoushou and the others eat, drink and play in the courtyard every day for all kinds of entertainment. This surprised everyone who was watching the gambling house. Those who had thought about the bet became happy because they felt that this was the Martial Arts Academy's way of winning and winning. Because of An Zheng's performance, many people had increased their bet on the Martial Arts Academy's victory. As the bet got bigger and the date got closer, there were more and more people around. It was said that the inns nearby were already full.

An Zheng sat on the grass as he stared at the pond in the courtyard in a daze, he was actually more anxious than anyone else. Even if his strategy was right, both Du Shoushou and Qu Liuer could win. However, if he could not guarantee victory, it would be a disaster for the Martial Arts Academy. He was the dean of the dojo, the future sect master of Xiao Qidao and the others.

"So vexing."

A voice that made An Zheng a little disgusted appeared behind him. An Zheng knew who it was without even turning his head.

Chen Shaobai appeared like a ghost while holding onto a jug of wine, he walked towards An Zheng and sat down: "It seems like you are not confident, because compared to the other disciples, you are too weak. I don't quite understand. Since you have no confidence at all, why did you make this bet? I've seen people courting death, but I've never seen you courting death like this. "

An Zheng glanced at him, "Your mouth stinks."

Chen Shaobai exhaled, "Is it smelly? I think I'm telling the truth. Why don't you beg me? I don't have any good feelings for you. I wish I could kill you. When you helped me kill Chen Pu back then, if I didn't repay this favor, I really wouldn't have been able to do anything. You just have to beg me, I will go to the other side and kill all of your disciples. That way, you guys can win without fighting, wouldn't that be the best outcome? "

"I'll help you kill them. If you win this Broken Martial House then I'll repay the debt I owe you."

Chen Shaobai reclined on the grass, resting his arm on his pillow.

An Zheng: "You are not at the mysterious sect cultivation location you mentioned, why are you here?"

Chen Shaobai said: "I'm at ease with myself. That sect doesn't have any restrictions, so I can come back anytime to check on you. Furthermore, I am truly worried that you will not die by my hands. "

An Zheng: "You can scram now."

Chen Shaobai: "Is this how you treat your guests?"

An Zheng: "You weren't invited by me either."

Chen Shaobai sat up: "You really don't intend to beg me? It's good to have backbone, but you don't have backbone, you're an idiot. Let me tell you something. There is a new disciple in the academy opposite us who is giving himself the name Chen Zhou, but he is my follower Chen Qi from back then, the son of Chen Pu. He has obtained some power from the Chen Family, so it is very easy for him to toy with you guys to death. But why didn't he come straight to you for revenge? That's because he wanted to humiliate you in front of everyone on the day of the competition. "

"Beg me, beg me."

Chen Shaobai: "As long as you beg me, I'll kill them all."

An Zheng: "Killing people in your mouth is really casual."

Chen Shaobai: "If cultivation is not for killing, then what's the fun?"

He took a sip of wine. "Why do I feel that you are more pedantic than the old gentlemen? He was clearly born a bitter child, yet he was bullied by others. Why didn't he have the slightest bit of ruthlessness in his heart? I tell you, a man like you has no future. "In the martial arts world, unless one is ruthless, one will never be able to stand firm."

An Zheng: "I am vicious, but I do not casually kill people."

Chen Shaobai: "You talk like you've killed people before, but it's up to you. You are such an idiot deep down in your bones, I can't save you either. "How troublesome, this thing is for you ?"

Chen Shaobai took off a small bell from his clothes and threw it at An Zheng: "If you think you're going to die, ring this bell, I'll come and save you. I can't wait to repay all the debts I owe you, and then I'll torture you as much as I want to. It would be great if you could peel off the skin and pull out the tendons, then put them into a pot of stew. "

An Zheng looked at the bell, it was made of bronze, with some simple patterns on it. An Zheng was knowledgeable, but he had never seen the patterns on this bell before. It looked like a kind of complicated and twisted writing, but it was also like a kind of pattern that was casually carved.

Chen Shaobai stood up and walked out: "If I were you, I would have had some backbone, so I'll smash this bell on my body."

Pow!

The bell hit him in the back.

Chen Shaobai froze for a moment, then turned his head. Seeing An Zheng pick up the bell again, he placed it back into his bosom. "You said it, you owe me."

Chen Shaobai: "Shameless, shameless."

An Zheng shrugged his shoulders.

Chen Shaobai glared at An Zheng, and then, he put on the hat on his coat, covering his head as he walked forward. He didn't go out, instead, he walked straight toward the wall. When he hit the wall, a ripple like water appeared, and Chen Shaobai disappeared. An Zheng took out the bronze bell s from his bosom and looked at them closely, feeling that there was something very mysterious behind this bell.

What exactly was that mysterious sect that Chen Shaobai entered into? An Zheng was the head of the Law Department of Great Xi, and the Law Department had a powerful intelligence agency. Logically speaking, the Law Department was the place that understood the martial arts world the best. But An Zheng realized that she still viewed this world too lightly. After his rebirth, there had already been too many people and things that he couldn't understand and couldn't figure out for a mere Fantasy Eternal Residence City.

Chen Shaobai seemed to be very confident that he could kill any disciple in Phantom Institute. Since that was the case, why didn't he go and kill Chen Qi?

He knew everything about Chen Qi, like the back of his hand.

An Zheng didn't understand, because this didn't make sense. All of this was probably because of that mysterious sect.

An Zheng stood up and touched the key on his neck. He subconsciously wanted to go to the Heaven Defying Seal s to train his body. His only hope was to rely on body transformation to defeat his opponent, but he knew how much hatred Chen Qi held towards him. During the competition, Chen Qi would definitely think of a way to let him compete.

While An Zheng was standing there in a daze, Old Huo suddenly came out of his room.

"What's wrong?"

An Zheng asked.

The Old Huo did not speak, and indicated for An Zheng to go back to his room. Not long after An Zheng entered the room, the Old Huo followed him in: "Did you see someone just now?"

An Zheng: "Did you not see that?"

Old Huo: "I didn't even see anything. I just saw you talking to yourself."

An Zheng's heart sank. After that, he answered truthfully, causing his brows to furrow even more. "Show me the bell."

An Zheng passed the bell over, and Old Huo looked at it carefully: "There are Demonic Qi s on it ?"

"Demonic Qi?"

An Zheng looked at Old Huo in doubt.

Old Huo placed the bell on the table: "You can't feel it, even if it's you, it's still very hard to feel it. That's because your perception of weapons is far inferior to ours. What we forge is also very sensitive to minute changes. An Zheng, in this world, there is not only a righteous family like the star rank building, there is also a kind of person that lives in the darkness as a refiner. They use the most evil methods to increase the power of the device, using every method at their disposal. "

"The items produced by refining the Righteous Dao can be called magic tools. And those weapons that were created by the evil way, were called devil apparatus s. This bell of yours is the devil apparatus. "

An Zheng didn't really understand much about this matter, and when he was in the Law Department, he had never heard of any Devil Dao. From An Zheng's point of view, the so-called demons were just those evil people. But from Old Huo's eyes, he could see fear. A Master Refiner was actually fearful because of a small bronze bell.

Old Huo looked at the bell, and after a long period of silence, he said, "Forget it, whether I am lucky or not is not a disaster, whether I am a disaster cannot be avoided. An Zheng, your luck is too strange. He entered the Mount Cangman to pick up purple rank instrument s and obtained a hundred mu of medicine field s. This luck is heaven-defying, but now that I'm entangled with the devil apparatus, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. This luck is obviously abnormal. Did you experience some sort of major event? So much so that there's been a change in the heavens' luck? "

An Zheng laughed, "What kind of major event can I experience? I'm an orphan of the Fantasy Eternal Residence City."

Old Huo acknowledged, "Anyway, it's very abnormal. You should pay more attention in the future." There may still be a lot of luck that looks good, but it may not be a good thing. Last time I told you, this is a gift from heaven. However, for a chosen one to appear so frequently on a person, it was not necessarily a blessing from the heavens. When your good luck reaches a certain point, perhaps it will be the arrival of bad luck. "Think about it, I only have one chance in my life, and that is my Stellar Iron Cauldron. But what happens to me?

An Zheng said: "I will pay attention at all times, thank you senior."

Old Huo shook his head. "You don't understand. You really don't. You are not a refiner, so you don't care about luck ? Forget it, forget it! "

He walked out shakily with an indescribable loneliness on his back.

An Zheng looked at the bronze bell on the table and thought, could it be that it's really that strange? devil apparatus, Demonic Qi, Devil Dao ? What was it?

After Old Huo left, An Zheng stared blankly at the bell for a long time. The bell really did seem ordinary, perhaps just a communication device, with no other use.

After dusk, An Zheng brought everyone into the Heaven Defying Seal's space to train their bodies. The Heaven Defying Seal's key was hanging around An Zheng's neck, so he could bring them in anytime, without needing to go to the side of the Nine Stars Station. Otherwise, the Nine Stars Station's secret would have been seen through by the people outside long ago. A single purple rank artifact was enough to make those people give up their bet and directly rush in to seize the treasure.

Inside the Heaven Defying Seal's space, the children were working extremely hard. They constantly cultivated and rested for a while. They only slept for a while when they were extremely tired and ate when they were extremely hungry. Afterwards, they would constantly train their bodies.

An Zheng worked hard to increase the speed and agility of his attacks. This was the only way he could win. If the one he was facing was really Chen Qi, An Zheng's battle would probably be incredibly dangerous. Chen Qi was the darkest youth that An Zheng had ever seen, gloomier than him. Chen Shaobai's temper was still somewhat clear, but Chen Qi only had darkness.

In order to not be exposed, An Zheng and the others would have to go out to sleep after cultivating for a period of time, and then continue eating and drinking during the day. No one knew whether or not an expert would enter the Martial Arts Academy at night. If everyone was not present, it would definitely arouse suspicion.

Days passed, and there was only one day left before the competition. Tomorrow, when the sun rose, victory and defeat would be decided. The night before, the street outside was already full of people. They slept on the street with their bunks. Many people had put up a big bet, because the impact of this matter far exceeded that of the competition itself.

That night, An Zheng was unable to sleep.

He looked out at the moon and clenched his fists.