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Chapter 162 Winning Streak (For Collection Subscription)

When Yang Zhen rushed over, Zhao Yueer's match hadn't started yet.

She was assigned to the first group and ranked third today. Yang Zhen waited for a quarter of an hour before finally waiting for her to play.

Then, less than one breath after the game was announced, the little girl came down.

The opponent was also lying on the ground, fainted.

"Why don't you use skills?" Yang Zhen looked at the little girl who came over, and looked a little regretful: "I still want to see your current sword skills, and your new skills!"

The little girl laughed and said, "Why waste mana when you can solve it with your fists? Besides, I learned this from you!"

In this short period of time, the story of Yang Zhen defeating the enemy with one move has spread everywhere, and the little girl has heard of it too.

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, and nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, it can be solved with fists, we don't use mana..."

"Ding!" Before the laughter could finish, the little girl had already knocked her forehead.

"Don't get complacent too early, brother Shitou. This is the first scene, everyone is unprepared, in the future, you have to be careful!"

……

Sure enough, in the second day's match, when Yang Zhen repeated her old trick and sneaked around behind the opponent's head, the opponent had already blessed herself with a protective shield.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound between the fist and the air shield, and the light of the air shield dimmed instantly.

With the nourishment and growth of the spiritual roots in her body, Yang Zhen's body training skills have already returned to the best state.

This kind of Qi shield in the early stage of Qi training only needs——

"Bang!" With the second punch, the air shield was completely broken!
Before the opponent could react, Yang Zhen's third punch hit him hard on the back of the head like a storm and wind!

"Plop!" The man fell headlong.

Yang Zhen, within two breaths, wins!

The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day...

In the next four days, Yang Zhen's victories were exactly the same, with the slight difference that some took two punches, while others took three punches.At most, one person can only punch five punches. This person reacts faster, and the second protective shield has been blessed before the first protective shield is broken.

However, it was just two more punches, but the result was still the same.

With six consecutive victories, Yang Zhen's final ranking in the Seventh Group has almost been determined to be within the top six, which can be regarded as fulfilling Shan Zhang's confession ahead of schedule.

……

"Not bad, I didn't expect this kid to be so fierce, smashing the world with his fists, haha!"

Just when Yuan Shanchang secretly applauded this kid's performance, the other person was furious.

At this day's routine summary meeting, he finally broke out:
"This is simply playing the piano!" Geng Jianyuan was furious: "We are a school of the sect, not a martial arts gym in the mortal world! The students we teach are practicing Taoism and magic, not those messy martial arts !"

"If you can win with just a pair of fists, then why do we need to practice? Why don't we just practice martial arts!"

"I propose that all schoolchildren must use spells during competitions, and must not rely on mortal martial arts to win!"

"That kid surnamed Yang, all his grades are nullified!"

"It's best to drive him out! A person who has practiced for two years and doesn't even have a cultivation base, why should he participate in the selection of the sect!"

"..."

Geng Jianyuan's words are not unreasonable, and several instructors nodded frequently, and they also deeply felt the same.

Yuan Shanchang frowned. He found that Yang Zhen had gone too far, which aroused the dissatisfaction of everyone.

"Qian Zhangshu, what do you think?" He asked an old man with a gray beard next to him.

Zhang Shu is responsible for the management of the college's collection of books and various files and archives. It is the third person in the college.

There are only three positions in the Junguan Academy, which are appointed or appointed by the sect.In other words, those with establishments in the sect are these three positions.

It is the head of the mountain, the supervisor, and the palm book.

Others, such as Yiyu (equivalent to a doctor), Zhangci (in charge of sacrificial activities), teaching, etc., are all hired by the county temple.

As for the chiefs, they were temporarily invited by the county officials to help manage the students.

To use a more popular metaphor, Zongmen appoints civil servants with a formal establishment; county officials employ contract workers;

Therefore, the only ones who can really talk in the school, except for the head of the mountain and the supervisor, are those who are in charge of the book.

This Qian Zhangshu has always been a leisurely person and doesn't take much care of things.However, for big and small matters, he has always stood firmly on the side of Shanzhang.

Hearing the question at this moment, he took a sneak peek and saw Yuan Shanchang's brows furrowed tightly, and immediately understood his intentions.

Qian Zhangshu coughed, and said slowly, "How many spells can low-level monks use? Finally, they run out, so they can't rely on their fists to decide the outcome?"

"When the old man was in the sect, the master told me that as a monk, you must not waste martial skills, and you can save lives at critical moments..."

"This old man will tell you a story. I went to the secret realm with a few senior brothers..."

"... Later, when I encountered a monster, the brothers and sisters ran out of spells..."

"So with a sword..."

"Let me tell you another story about going to Bianjun to catch casual cultivators. That time..."

"The spell is also used up..."

The more he talked, the more excited he became: "One more time, the old man bet with someone..."

Everyone listened with interest at first, but when the old man told the fifth story, Geng Yuan couldn't help it: "Everyone, my proposal just now..."

"Hey, hey, I haven't finished yet!" Old Man Qian was unhappy.

"Ahem." Seeing that everyone's incited emotions have calmed down, Yuan Shanchang said: "Let me tell you something. The general situation of the competition these days is good. There are many good seedlings, and the results are It's gratifying, I believe that our Weiyang County will perform very well in this Zongmen exam!"

"Geng Jianyuan just mentioned that some people fight with fists. I think this is a very good phenomenon. It shows that our students are willing to use their brains, be prepared for danger in times of crisis, and plan for rainy days. Just now, Zhang Shu told us with his personal experience that as a monk, Don't forget about martial arts, it can save your life at a critical moment!"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and then nodded in agreement.

The words of the head of the mountain inspired everyone and pointed out the shortcomings in the cultivation. They were words from the heart and good words, and everyone benefited a lot.

……

A small storm subsided.

Except for the Geng Supervisor, no one raised any objections to Yang Zhen's actions.

On the seventh day of the competition, Yang Zhen ushered in a familiar opponent——

Zhao Ying.

This girl whose leg was broken by him and had blood on her neck.

She is also on a six-game winning streak. In the seventh group, the only one who has maintained a complete victory so far is the three spirit roots besides the two of them.

When the two stood facing each other on the high platform, shouts came from below:
"Senior Sister Zhao, defeat this kid!"

As Yang Zhen wins again and again, more and more people are aggrieved against him.

How many people are willing to accept the fact that they were defeated by a mortal?

What's more, he is still a person who makes them look down on him and who in their eyes is extremely inferior in qualifications?
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