My talent is resurrection

Chapter 445
The armor-masked martial artist kicked to death the monster monster queen, and won the title of leg king in this group arena.

Moreover, Chen Jiu's final ultimate move was praised as a kick that fell straight from a meteor. I am afraid that no one below the eleventh level can withstand it.

So the old warriors in the world are really so strong?
All the monsters and monks don't know, but now he is so strong.

As a result, Chen Jiu's identity as an old martial artist spread more and more widely.

The rivers and lakes are gone, the disciples are far away, and the heavenly monks in Tianguang Prefecture have exchanged blood, and no one came to verify the truth. Besides, if there are gods who came to see, they probably won't see anything.

Because very few people have seen the skills of that old martial artist in Jianghu. It is estimated that those who have seen the most are those celestial beings and monsters.

In short, the armor-masked man in the arena is alive among the monster clan.

It has nothing to do with status, only by force.

The martial power of a great monster at the peak of the tenth realm was kicked to death with one kick.

Chen Jiu also felt a little uncomfortable. When he returned to the prison, he walked with a limp, because his body couldn't bear the huge martial arts.

There is no way, after all, Chen Jiu is bound by such a seal and cannot open the god man, but this kick is going towards the peak of the god man. Under the turbulent martial arts, it is normal to break some meridians, rest a few times Good day.

Si Snake walked beside him, looked at the limping Chen Jiu, and asked plainly, "Are you really in the same realm as that monster?"

Chen Jiu nodded and asked back, "Otherwise?"

Si Snake was silent for a while, then suddenly asked again: "Can you kill the eleventh realm?"

Chen Jiu replied: "Difficult."

Difficult, but not impossible.

And it is trapped by three dragon chains and diamond array.

Si Snake laughed, then squinted at Chen Jiu, and said with a smile: "It seems that the demon master dealt with you so carefully, it is indeed right."

Chen Jiu also replied with a smile: "I hope you can continue to be so careful."

Si Snake smiled more and more, looked straight at Chen Jiu, nodded and answered.

"Will do."

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Zhongtu Xuegong, today is the winter celebration, and the new year is approaching. All the disciples got up early and started to decorate the school, trying to create a joyful atmosphere.

For some reason, the Yaozu withdrew their troops after conquering Tianguang Prefecture, and garrisoned Tianguang Prefecture with all their strength, and stopped expanding.

The rest of the neighboring states have also changed from the tension at the beginning to the normal now.

The Middle Earth Academy also wants to take advantage of this New Year's celebration to dispel the remnants of past wars.

But the war is not here.

Zhou Xian sat in the room, listening to the noise of his disciples coming and going, with a blank expression on his face, and he couldn't read the sage book in front of him.

She sighed, closed the pages of the book, and began to think about her own thoughts again.

It has been five years now, and she has not found any news about Chen Jiu. The only news brought by Wutong Layman is that Chen Jiu disappeared at the border five years ago.

Layman Wutong could only infer that Chen Jiu had gone to the Yaozu world, and where he went, he didn't say, and Zhou Xian could guess it himself.

So more and more restless.

In the small gully in her room, traces of blood can already be seen.

There was a knock on the door, and a voice came from outside the house, "Senior Sister Zhou, the celebration is about to begin, and Mr. Wutong reminds you to remember to participate."

Zhou Xian responded, stood up slowly, pushed open the door, looked at the girl in front of him, and said softly: "Let's go."

Although the girl's seniority in the academy is small, she is very popular, and she is the only junior who can talk to Zhou Xian a few words. When leading the way, she keeps talking.

"Senior Sister Zhou, it is said that many people came to this celebration. They are all masters of the Middle-earth China, and they also said that they want to be canonized. It is rumored that Sister Ma will be named Mr. Above the Gentleman. Mr. Ma, haha, Sounds awkward."

The girl smiled, then suddenly turned her head to look at Zhou Xian, and said with a smile: "Maybe Senior Sister Zhou, you can also be a gentleman."

"Yeah." Zhou Xian just nodded slightly.

The girl frowned slightly, and she didn't understand why Senior Sister Zhou was always absent-minded.

It is said that it was for someone, but the girl didn't know who it was, and she asked several senior brothers and sisters who were vague and unwilling to say it directly.

The girl looked at Zhou Xian again, and couldn't help but mutter in her heart, Senior Sister Zhou is so good-looking, with profound knowledge, many direct disciples from big sects are pursuing Senior Sister Zhou, but Senior Sister Zhou doesn't even like her.

Who can make such Senior Sister Zhou never forget?
Could it be better than the direct disciples of those great sects?

The girl couldn't figure it out, and just happened to walk to the celebration hall.

There were so many visitors that the hall was full of seats and stands.

The nine saints sat on the high platform with different expressions. As time and people arrived, they waved their hands lightly and said loudly.

"Opening."

In the first act, Ma Wu was granted the title of Mr. Ma Wu.

The No.1 of the younger generation of the academy stood in the middle of the hall with a blank expression, as if he had no fluctuations in being named a gentleman.

The festive atmosphere of the ceremony was boosted by Ma Wu's conferment. At first, monks cheered and applauded, and then disciples of the academy were conferred one after another, all of whom were disciples of various saints.

Zhou Xian's thoughts went away, looking at the festive atmosphere, she was a little dazed, she couldn't figure it out.

"Zhou Xian."

There was a sudden cry.

Zhou Xian returned to her thoughts, and all the people around her were watching her, which made her a little surprised.

The girl at the side waved excitedly and said, "Hurry up, Senior Sister Zhou, it's time for you to go up and listen to the letter."

Zhou Xian was pushed slightly by the girl, and walked numbly to the center of the hall.

Zhou Xian's master, Jia Sheng, smiled and asked, "Zhou Xian, listen to Feng Junzi."

Zhou Xian lowered his head and said nothing.

After a while, there was noise from the crowd, wondering why Zhou Xian didn't speak this time.

Jia Sheng frowned slightly, and asked softly, "What's on your mind?"

Zhou Xian shook his head and replied, "It's nothing, I just don't want to be a gentleman."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent at first, and then there was an uproar.

Is there anyone who doesn't want to be an academic gentleman?

This is clearly an opinion on the academy!

The saints on the stage couldn't sit still anymore, and layman Wutong scratched his head anxiously, thinking about how to persuade his little junior sister.

The fifth-ranked sage asked in a deep voice, "Why don't you want to be a gentleman?"

"Not worthy." Zhou Xian replied.

But it didn't say who wasn't worthy.

Is it Xuegong, or her?
The surrounding monks became more and more noisy, and among them, the big monk who was sitting and had a good relationship with the academy couldn't stand it anymore, and got up and shouted at Zhou Xian.

"If you feel unworthy, you can accept the imperial seal first, and then improve yourself..."

"Did I say that I am unworthy?" Zhou Xian squinted at the big monk.

As soon as this remark came out, the entire hall exploded in an instant, and the big monk pointed at Zhou Xian and said angrily.

"How can there be a disciple like you in the academy?!"

Zhou Xian was silent for a while, looked at him, and said word by word: "I hope that five years ago, you could go to Tianguang Prefecture and point to the Heavenly Man and the Great Demon with this tone."

The arena was silent again.

Zhou Xian said again in a cold voice: "No, none of you!"

Her eyes were cold, and she almost gritted her teeth and asked, "What's the use of a gentleman, and what's the use of a sage book?"

"It is said that sword cultivators are the most lethal..."

Zhou Xian turned around resolutely, leaving only one sentence.

"Go to sword practice!"

(End of this chapter)