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Deep in the night, An Zheng was wide awake. His room faced the street, so he could clearly hear the ruckus in the street. The street was crowded with people. In order to fight for a safe haven, there were still many people fighting. In Fantasy Eternal Residence City, fighting was not really anything strange. Look at this! This isn't even the most ridiculous reason for fighting, why can't you fight even if you don't look at me?

Moreover, tomorrow would be the first battle between Tianqi Martial School and Yue Yang. People were in a state of excitement, and fighting didn't require a reason.

Half a year quietly went by, and in the midst of the ruckus outside, An Zheng couldn't help but bitterly smile. Xiao Qidao and the others had grown very fast, but he himself had been stuck.

Logically, cultivator would be able to feel his own Dantian Qi Sea, which was the most basic of things. However, up till now, An Zheng still did not feel that his own Dantian Qi Sea was a cultivation strength.

He got up and pushed open the window, and then his face changed.

Du Shoushou, Qu Liuer and Xiao Qidao stood orderly outside his window. When they saw An Zheng appear, the three of them bent down and called out together, "sect master."

An Zheng was stunned, and suddenly felt like crying.

Qu Liuer gathered enough courage and said loudly: "No matter what the outcome is tomorrow, you are still our sect master. They think we're just kids, just playing house. That's not important. What's important is that we know our own seriousness and our own persistence. An Zheng, perhaps you have given yourself a lot of pressure, worried that you would not let us cultivate properly, but everything that you have done, is for us the best.

Du Shoushou waved his fist: "Let's fight together, don't care about winning or losing. Even if we lose, we'll just wander around the world with you. "

Xiao Qidao followed and shouted: "Let's fight together!"

An Zheng said in a somewhat hoarse voice, "But when I said to become your sect master, I just... It was just a joke. I'm lying to you all, I don't have the ability to be a sect master, nor do I have the ability to stand tall in this place. "

Qu Liuer straightened his hair that was blown by the wind: "We are serious, very serious."

Du Shoushou: "Mn, so your joke is no longer a joke. You are our sect master, our Principal, our Mister. "

At the gatehouse, Mad Qu held onto Old Huo's arm: "This group of brats ?. Why do I want to cry? "

Old Huo wanted to push his arm away disdainfully, but to no avail. In the end, she could only accept it helplessly. The more Mad Qu saw, the more touched he became. Then, he used Old Huo's sleeve to wipe his tears and mucus. The Old Huo turned around and picked up the wine gourd, smashing it onto the Mad Qu's head.

"Go rest."

An Zheng laughed, and laughed with tears in her eyes: "Since all of you are willing to be tricked by me, then I will continue to continue to continue this trump card, tricked you all to come with me. Now, all of them had to go rest, ignore the people outside and get a good night's sleep. Then, in the morning, they would do their best. We can lose, but we cannot admit defeat. "

Du Shoushou and the others bowed once again before turning around to leave. Halfway there, Du Shoushou turned his head to look at An Zheng, "In my heart, you are really the most handsome man there."

An Zheng snorted with laughter, and then nodded.

He took a deep breath and suddenly felt that it didn't matter what the result would be tomorrow. He had already changed Du Shoushou, Qu Liuer, and even the Mad Qu, allowing them to learn to trust each other. They were not affected by the Fantasy Eternal Residence's vile and filthy environment. They had kept the kindness in their hearts, and even if they were to be separated from him in the future, he had already laid the foundation for their lives.

An Zheng knew that his greatest success was not in allowing them to cultivate immeasurably. It was in letting them learn to support each other, care for each other, and trust each other.

When An Zheng walked to the gatehouse, Mad Qu was still holding onto Old Huo's arm and lamenting. When Old Huo asked where you were going, An Zheng pointed outside and said, "I suddenly remember that I don't have any decent clothes, so I should wear them more formally tomorrow. I'll go out and see if there's any tailor shops open."

Old Huo shook his head. "It's already so late, where would the tailor shop be open? Even if it's open, it won't be possible to make a decent set of clothes by tomorrow morning. Fortunately you have the Old Huo, the omnipotent Old Huo. "

He pulled out a box from under the bed, carried out a few sets of clothes, and passed it to An Zheng: "This is something I made, do not doubt it, it will definitely fit your needs."

An Zheng laughed: "What else do you have that Old Huo doesn't know?"

Old Huo was pleased: "As long as it's something that can be done with both hands, Old Huo will do it."

An Zheng left while carrying the few sets of clothes, and then placed them in front of Du Shoushou and the others' respective rooms. When An Zheng returned to his room, he changed his clothes. He discovered that his clothes were the style of an adult, very solemn and very solemn. The black robe reached right to his ankles, neither too long nor too short. The clothes were perfect, neither too fat nor too thin. This set of clothes gave An Zheng a more mature aura, and he really did look like a sect master of sect.

On the left side of the robe, Old Huo had even embroidered two words ? The Heavenly Awakening.

He put on the adult style clothes in his room and walked out to become a Hero of the World.

He looked at himself in the bronze mirror, then took a deep breath. "You've dealt with situations ten thousand times more dangerous than this, nothing much. You've already succeeded."

When the sun rose, the people outside had already blocked the main street so that not even a drop of water could leak out. At the entrance of Tianqi Martial School, the crowded people almost knocked the door open. These people neatly knocked on the doors and walls of the courtyard, shouting loudly, "Come out! Come out! "Come out!"

When An Zheng walked out of his room, Du Shoushou and the others had already finished cleaning up. Everyone was wearing black hospital uniform s, and all of them fit together. Even Du Shoushou seemed very thin. Although everyone didn't have a good rest, they were all in high spirits.

Old Huo slowly walked out of the gatehouse and opened the door of the Martial Arts Academy. The people outside parted like the tide, and they started waving their arms. "Victory! We have to win! "

Of course, it wasn't because they were moved, but because they had placed their bets.

A big fellow with sideburns shouted at An Zheng and the others, "I have bet all my money on you, just waiting for you to explode. "If you dare to lose, I will kill you all!"

An Zheng tilted his head, and then, suddenly, a cannonball shot towards the big sized man's lower jaw, smashing the man until he was sent flying backwards. This punch sent the man flying into the crowd, knocking down who knew how many people. The big man's jaw was crooked, and a few of his teeth were missing. His mouth was full of blood. An Zheng looked at the messy crowd with a calm expression. At this moment, everyone quieted down. They looked at the ten-year old youth and suddenly felt that the expression in his eyes was so disdainful that it made people revere him.

This kind of great scene caused the disciples of the Phantom Institute who thought that they would definitely win to become nervous. They stood at the entrance of the academy and looked at An Zheng and the others. As there were too many people, they also started to feel nervous. A student from the academy looked at the sea of people outside, his nervous face twisted, "We will definitely win, right ? Those little things on the other side are just bluffing, right? "

No one replied him, because this was also the first time the disciples of Phantom Institute had encountered such a scene.

On the main street, hundreds of black-clothed man separated the crowd. Those men looked like fiendish fiends. The people on the street all retreated to the sides, and many of them were pushed against the trees and walls. The black-clothed man s cleared the path and then escorted a person to the Martial Arts Academy. This person was the owner of the casino in Fantasy Eternal Residence City, Gao Sanduo.

Anti had never seen this man before, so he always felt that he was a rugged man. However, when they saw this person, they realized just how unbelievable the rumors were. The senior year of high school was not boorish or boastful at all. He wore cloth clothing and walked at a leisurely pace, always allowing his followers to keep up with him. In terms of temperament, he seemed more like a scholar. He did not have the stench of bronze, but rather a scholarly air.

"little mister."

When Gao Sanduo saw An Zheng, he nodded slightly: "It's my first time meeting you. My name is Gao Sanduo."

An Zheng also nodded slightly: "What can I do for you?"

Gao Sanduo said: "Nothing, I just wanted to ask if you guys have anything else I can help with before the competition."

An Zheng replied: "It's too noisy, so I'm a bit anxious."

Gao Sanduo made a sound of acknowledgement, then turned his head. "Of the people on this street, whoever speaks again will have their tongue cut off, cut immediately."

The black-clothed man of the casino immediately spread out and shouted, slicing off anyone who spoke. However, there were too many people gathered here. It was hard to avoid some of them not being able to hear or purposely making a ruckus. Those big men did not say much and rushed up as soon as they saw one of them jeering. They directly pulled him out from the crowd, opened their mouths and was about to cut their tongues. The surrounding people immediately dispersed, each of them so scared that their faces turned white.

An Zheng said: "If you continue shouting, it won't be too late to cut it."

Gao Sanduo acknowledged them and said: "Since little mister has spoken, then let them go for now. If there are more people making a ruckus later, there is no need to cut off their tongues, we can just kill them directly."

No one dared to say anything else.

"What else can I do?"

Gao Sanduo asked.

An Zheng replied seriously: "I haven't eaten breakfast yet."

Gao Sanduo turned around and said, "little mister of the Martial Arts Academy has to eat breakfast. Go and get some food. "You people are used to being vulgar. Find clean shops and get as many as you can."

Over a hundred big men instantly spread out. Needless to say, they were definitely not going to buy it. However, it was easy to have more people. Ten minutes later, there was a table on the street with many delicate snacks on it. Furthermore, the men were still bringing the food over. Soon, a lot of food was piled up beside the table.

"Eat."

An Zheng faintly said two words.

Du Shoushou and the others bent down: "Yes, sect master."

"sect master?"

Gao Sanduo was stunned for a moment, and then, he couldn't hold back his laughter. He looked at An Zheng who looked at him and quickly explained, "Don't mind me, I'm just ? I just couldn't hold it in. "

An Zheng ignored them and led Du Shoushou and the others to sit and eat. Then, An Zheng also asked Du Shoushou to call the Old Huo and the Mad Qu over. Everyone in the Tianqi Martial School was actually sitting amongst the tens of thousands of people and eating breakfast, and they were even seriously commenting on which one was tasty and which one wasn't. On the other side of the academy, the disciples were already so nervous that their bodies were trembling.

Zhen Zhuangbi stood at the door, feeling that he had lost in terms of momentum. That was why he was a little angry. He turned around and said, "Open the door and let the people outside see what the disciples of our academy look like."

The gate of the academy opened, and hundreds of disciples dressed in white hospital uniform s filed out, standing in two rows on the street. Zhen Zhuangbi walked out from behind him, followed by a few disciples. Chen Zhou was one of them.

At the end of the day, there were still many people betting on the Academy's victory. When they saw the disciples of the Academy come out, they all subconsciously cheered. When he saw the black-clothed man, he immediately shut his mouth. As a result, the academy found the situation a little awkward.

"Are you full?"

Zhen Zhuangbi raised his finger and pointed it at An Zheng: "Come and fight after you've eaten your fill!"

An Zheng wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and then replied indifferently: "Three rounds."

Zhen Zhuangbi said: "Alright, two wins in three rounds!"

An Zheng shook his head: "No, if we lose a match, it's our loss."

He stood up, and slowly walked towards Zhen Zhuangbi: "If we can't win all three rounds, we'll roll out of Fantasy Eternal Residence ourselves."