Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Hearing the simple words of the general, Zhao Zicheng fell silent.

like...

Makes sense.

Zhenyaoguan is not close to the blockade line. Those Bajue and Qijue may be on their way very fast, using the power of law, whizzing.

but they...

"Cough cough."

"Everyone, guard the city well."

"As a senior Bajue of the human race, I feel that I have a responsibility and an obligation to do something."

"Farewell."

Sun Wen walked out slowly from the corner with graceful movements. After sorting out his clothes, he politely looked at everyone and smiled, then looked around: "I don't know which brother can fly, take me for a ride..."

It's a pity, except that he attracted everyone's attention when he first appeared on the stage, after everyone found out that it was Sun Wen who spoke, they decisively withdrew their gazes.

Sun Wen stood where he was, dumbfounded.

"Damn, can you give me some feedback?"

"I'm a dignified eight senses!"

"Even if you don't call me Old Sun, you should at least be polite!"

"Believe it or not..."

There was no threat at all in his mouth, and in the end even Sun Wen himself felt a little helpless, he could only shake his head in resentment, and retreated into the corner: "It really is!!!"

"What are you looking at, you still have six senses, isn't it embarrassing?"

"When you go back, you all practice hard for me, and I will provide the resources. If you smash it, you will rush to Bajue!"

"The gap between Gugou and Yusheng is getting bigger and bigger. If you go out and say that you are classmates with him, will anyone believe it?"

Sun Wen glared at Zhao Zicheng angrily: "That's me, I can still suppress Yu Sheng's limelight a little bit on the way of cultivation, otherwise the reputation of the first genius of the human race will be handed over to others? You guys!! !"

The original Zhao Zicheng was quite moved, but when he heard the end, his face immediately changed, he got up directly, kicked Sun Wen, and Dabai decisively joined the battlefield, which seemed very lively for a while.

After a long time, Zhao Zicheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat aside, still smiling, but when he inadvertently turned his head and looked into the distance, there was a little loneliness in his eyes after all.

"After all, I still can't catch up with his pace..."

"Perhaps, it's time to get to Qijue earlier."

"Since getting married, the speed of cultivation has slowed down, and there is no such effort as in Mo Academy..."

Thinking about it, Zhao Zicheng couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.

When he was in the Mo Academy, his cultivation speed had always been in the first echelon, and he was considered one of the hardest people in the Mo Academy. In order to practice, he dared to find all kinds of masters, to ridicule, to take the initiative to be beaten, even if he was injured all over his body, You can still jump out the next day and die again.

but now...

He didn't know how long he hadn't done this.

"Come on, hit me!"

After a long time, Zhao Zicheng came back to his senses, looked at Sun Wen at the side, and said suddenly.

Sun Wen was stunned, and subconsciously took two steps back: "Huh? You've already beaten me, and you're still going to take revenge on me?"

"..."

"Hit me, bastard!"

Zhao Zicheng was silent for a moment, then spoke again.

Sun Wen was furious in an instant, jumped up and kicked Zhao Zicheng's chest, but flew out by himself, crying bitterly.

"..."

"I'll wait until the seniors of Bajue come back."

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zicheng became depressed immediately. He sat in the corner sullenly, not interested in Sun Wen's weak fist.

On the other hand, Sun Wen was stimulated by Zhao Zicheng's self-esteem, and stood up like crazy, and launched a fierce offensive against Zhao Zicheng's back, beating him for a full 10 minutes, but in the end Zhao Zicheng remained motionless, And Sun Wen covered his face and wept bitterly.

Knowing that Artai approached him stupidly, he casually aimed at Zhao Zicheng and gave a small straight punch, which was not too hard, but Zhao Zicheng staggered and threw himself on the ground, covered in dust.

He got up from the ground in shock, his eyes widened, and he looked straight at Artest: "You... How long have you been asleep?"

This guy, one punch...

It made Zhao Zicheng feel that the energy in his body began to vibrate violently, and he was obviously more diligent than before.

Artest scratched his head shyly: "I... I don't know, I'm practicing now... It seems that I don't need a demon core, and I don't know myself... How much sleep do I have?"

He was really confused by this question.

After practicing the Celestial Clan's skills, he knew that his physical strength was getting higher and higher, and his strength was getting stronger and stronger, but he hadn't absorbed the demon core for a long time.

Strictly speaking, he is still Liujue.

but...

"..."

"Try punching me again."

Zhao Zicheng's expression gradually became serious, he took a deep breath, summoned his sandbag out, and blocked it in front of him.