Under such circumstances, Lu Wen's childish little face was filled with pride and domineering.
After a while, Lu Wen had won nine games in a row, and was only one away from becoming a registered disciple.
"Amazing! This Lu Wen is so powerful that he will probably be directly accepted as a disciple by a true disciple."
"True disciples! It is said that among the Holy Sect, only those who are strong in the Gufu realm can obtain the title of true disciples. These people are extremely powerful. If they can be accepted as their disciples, they can simply walk away."
"Unfortunately, it is impossible for these true heirs of the Holy Sect to take a liking to us."
Some teenagers looked at Lu Wen on the ring with envy, and they were all extremely envious.
"Number 7050."
At this moment, the old man in charge of the arena called Luo Zheng's number.
"Look, your luck is a bit unlucky." Luo Zheng was stunned for a moment, silently mourned for Lu Wen in his heart, and slowly walked onto the ring.
"Silly man, what are you doing here? Why don't you hurry up and get up here?" Lu Wen stood on the ring and ordered.
"Silly big guy?"
Luo Zheng looked at the teenagers around him, and found that his height was indeed prominent. After swallowing the yellow dragon fruit, Luo Zheng's figure had developed extremely well, almost like an adult.
I didn't feel that in the past, but now standing with people younger than myself, I seem to stand out a little bit.
"This silly guy seems to be at the Bone Forging Realm, and he's much older than Lu Wen. He's not afraid at all!"
"This Lu Wen is a descendant of the wealthy Lu family. He practices middle-level martial arts. That big young man is dressed in ordinary clothes and comes from a poor family. How can he be Lu Wen's opponent!"
Luo Zheng suppressed his cultivation aura and looked no different from an ordinary Bone Forging Realm expert, so his aura seemed not as powerful as Lu Wen's.
Many people are talking about it. The Blackwater Dynasty, like the Hundred Wars Dynasty, respects the strong and everyone worships the strong.
Lu Wen is two years younger than Luo Zheng, but his cultivation level is the same. In the eyes of others, they naturally think that Lu Wen has greater potential, and most people think that he can win.
"Silly man, you are no match for me, just admit defeat!"
Lu Wen stared at Luo Zheng with contempt on his face.
"Hahaha, admit defeat? Little brat, are you too naive?"
Luo Zheng couldn't help but laugh. Lu Wen was just a child, only thirteen years old. In addition, he came from a wealthy family and was fair and tender. He was just a childish little baby. You actually asked him to admit defeat?
"What! Call me a little brat! You are looking for death!"
Lu Wen felt humiliated, a violent energy erupted from his body, and his face was ferocious. An innocent child suddenly turned into a demon!
boom!
"Death!" He rushed out instantly, his eyes were blood red, his five fingers were like hooks, and he fiercely grabbed Luo Zheng's neck, trying to tear his throat open.
"What a vicious kid, you want someone's life when you strike, let me teach you a lesson!"
Luo Zheng smiled and stood still, looking unconcerned.
Luo Zheng's actions made Lu Wen feel even more slighted, and he couldn't help but burst into anger. He grabbed out his hands in a row, and his claws filled the sky. He fired out bursts of air, and the whole arena rumbled.
It's like a demon god has descended and started killing!
"Infuriating! What a strong strength. Lu Wen is much stronger than the average bone-forging realm. He is worthy of being a descendant of the Lu family!"
"Yes, yes, this kid has great potential. If I accept him as a disciple, it won't take long before I can train another true successor for the Holy Sect!"
Talented young people are also a scarce resource in the Qianquan Sect. Several true disciples were discussing that Lu Wen had already reached the bone-forging realm at the age of thirteen, which was eye-catching.
At this moment, the C-shaped arena suddenly erupted into bursts of exclamations.
"how so!"
"It's impossible, you lose in one move!"
"What kind of martial arts is this stupid guy using? It seems like he stretched out his hand and grabbed Lu Wen."
Everyone around the ring had their mouths wide open, looking at the ring in disbelief.
Luo Zheng calmed down, put one hand on Lu Wen's throat, lifted him up, and said with a smile, "Little brat, do you still want to ask me to admit defeat now?"
Lu Wen's whole face was twisted ferociously, as if he was going crazy, and he struggled hard, but it was completely useless. Luo Zheng's hands seemed like iron claws, unable to move at all, "You... you still won't let me go."
, Our Lu family is powerful in the Holy Sect. One of my brothers is a true disciple. If you dare to defeat me, you will be dead if you enter the sect..."
Luo Zheng was too lazy to speak and threw him out.
Bang!
Lu Wen fell face down and fell directly to the ground. His face was covered with blood and he fainted.
"Luo Zhengsheng!"
The old man who presided over the arena announced.
"Why is this kid so lucky? Although this kid is pretty good, he is already fifteen years old and has no value in training."
All the Qianquan Sect true disciples were greatly surprised when they saw that Luo Zheng had won.
But there is no other way. The rules are the rules. Only by winning ten games in a row can you become a registered disciple. If you lose this year, you will lose your qualifications and you can only come back next year.
Even Lu Wen was no match for Luo Zheng, and the next young man who entered the ring was even more mediocre. Luo Zheng effortlessly won ten games in a row.
"Luo Zheng, come with me!"
A disciple of Qianquan Sect led Luo Zheng out of the square and headed towards Qianquan Peak.