Once upon a time there was a demon pass

On Yingjian Mountain, a group of beasts knelt down to Ji Hong's position on the top of the mountain, expressing their submission.

Ji Hong staggered to his feet, stood on the peak of Yingjian Mountain, and looked down at the group of monsters.

With Yingjian Mountain as the center, within a radius of ten miles, there is an endless stream of roars from monsters and beasts.

But Ji Hong turned around slowly, left, and returned to his residence.

This is a cave dug at the top of the mountain.

Sitting in the cave, panting heavily, without the calmness shown outside, with bloodshot eyes, squatting in the corner, leaning against the wall, grabbing the hair on his body.

Blood soon covered his whole body.

There were wounds all over the body.

Unconsciously, a tear dripped from the eye socket, just raised his head, looked at the stone slab above, and remained silent for a long time.

"It's a human or a demon..."

"I've said it myself."

For a long time, in the quiet cave, Ji Hong's cold whisper came.

He found a milky white robe again and put it on himself.

But because of the size and appearance of an ape, it looks nondescript.

That elegant Ji Hong... will never come back.

Looking at the stone wall in front of him, Ji Hong's fingers gathered energy, like a carving knife, and deducted a piece of stone.

Sanded very thin.

On the stone slab, it is carved in strokes.

finally...

It is an extremely complex expression.

Crying is not crying, smiling is not laughing.

Like a demon from the abyss.

A few holes were cut out on the stone, and they were worn on the face like a mask. When he got up, he was neither happy nor sad.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, looking at Yun Juan and Yun Shu under his feet, Ji Hong stood with his hands behind his back.

The breeze blew a corner of his robe, revealing pale yellow hair.

……

The group arena is still going on.

The desperation-like momentum on the field shocked everyone.

It can be said that they are fighting for resources for the academy.

It can also be said that he is rectifying his name.

Especially the people of Lingnian Academy, facing the monstrous public opinion on the Internet, they fought as fiercely as Lingwu Academy.

Fist see blood.

Just to prove to the world that his Spiritual Academy is worthy of being one of the three major universities of the human race.

That's right, all the sacrifices of the bloody fighters on the four passes of the human race.

It's just that when Wu Qianqiu took the stage, there were still boos.

Even though he was very simple this time and simply defeated his opponent, everyone's perception of him is still a series of negative emotions such as "relying on strength to crush", "no skills to speak of" and so on.

But compared to last time, Wu Qianqiu was more silent and more acceptable.

Step down without saying a word, and leave.

……

"Let's see who the next two contestants are!"

"Is everyone already looking forward to it?"

"Let me take a look. They are Wang Yu from Lingwu Academy, and..."

The host looked at the list in his hand and paused for an inexplicable moment, but thanks to his good qualities over the years, he quickly recovered his smile: "And Zhao Zicheng from the Mo Academy!"

The voice fell, and the audience booed continuously.

Obviously, in just two days, the reputation spread by Zhao Zicheng was obviously not very good.

Especially when some news posts with ulterior motives were posted, the comments were unsightly.

'A cripple, why advance?I smell the shady taste. '

'Is it really reasonable for wheelchairs to appear on the field? '

'Is this the privilege of Mo Academy? '

One post after another, led by Zhao Zicheng, continuously led the topic to Mo Academy and even Mo Ge.

Among them, the ridicule towards Zhao Zicheng is even more self-evident.

Sometimes, most people know this kind of post in their hearts, but it is just a means of public opinion created by people with ulterior motives.

But there will always be some letters.

and...

Even for rational people, if they look at similar concepts for a long time, there will be some subtle influences.

Therefore, when Zhao Zicheng's name was heard, there was a brief period of silence in the venue.

Wang Yu from Lingwu College stepped onto the ring without saying a word, silently waiting for the familiar wheelchair to appear.

But soon, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

Backstage, a figure gradually came from a distance, still leaning on a cane.

This time there are no wheelchairs.

Zhao Zicheng's expression was rarely calm, he was serious, his speed was not fast, but his steps were firm.

Even speaking, the posture of walking with a plaster cast is a bit ridiculous.

But at this moment, no one can laugh.

Xu Yuanqing, who was in the judges' seat, got up at some point, straightened his body, and stared at Zhao Zicheng's figure.

"The best way to defeat gossip is to fight back fiercely with strength!"

"Slap them in the face."

"Let them know that even if one of my Mo Academy students is randomly thrown out, they are the peerless arrogance of the human race!"

"Zhao Zicheng!"

"war!"

Xu Yuanqing suddenly let out a loud cry, which attracted the attention of the audience.

Standing by the ring, Zhao Zicheng glanced at Xu Yuanqing helplessly, and sighed softly: "Teacher, you're very poor..."

"It's hard for me to be serious once."

In a whisper, Zhao Zicheng walked up the ring slowly along the steps.

Leaning on crutches with one hand, he calmly looked at Wang Yu opposite.

"Lingwu Academy, freshman Wang Yu."

"Awakened three times yesterday, please enlighten me."

Wang Yu has the standard version of Lingwu Academy's body shape, and he had a little contempt for Zhao Zicheng at first, but seeing his appearance at this time, he gradually became solemn.

Seriously.

He even revealed the important information that he had slept three times yesterday.

It was already an unfair game.

The only thing he can do is to make the fight as fair as possible.

Zhao Zicheng nodded slightly, did not speak, but slowly looked at the judges' seat in the distance.

"Game start."

Xu Yuanqing still didn't sit down, just talking so calmly.

so easy.

The moment Xu Yuanqing's voice fell, Wang Yu's pupils turned red, and a phantom of a barbaric bull stood beside him, panting violently, and then charged Zhao Zicheng at the same time as Wang Yu.

Halfway through, a spar inlaid on the bull's left horn lit up.

The next moment, Wang Yu suddenly accelerated, and hit Zhao Zicheng with an unstoppable power.

Bring up the rustling wind.

Zhao Zicheng just waited calmly, his hand holding the cane tightly.

Just when Wang Yu was about to approach him, there was no way to stop or change the path.

The sandbag appeared just right between the two.

At the same time, Wang Yu's third spar lit up.