The giant battle dojo in the inner courtyard of Bai Ling Imperial Academy is an extremely wide circular battle field made of special white bricks. It is said that the special white bricks can even withstand Tianyuan level attacks, so it can become a battle exclusively for students.

Dojo.

Today, two hundred students gathered here.

They are students from Class 10 and Class 4 respectively.

They are all classmates who came to participate in the practical survival class, and they also have the same instructor, that is the golden-clad instructor Anmu!!

A small, child-like puppet with colorful totems painted on its entire body and made of an unknown metal material was wearing a golden coat, sitting cross-legged in the center of the battle dojo, smiling constantly at An Bulang and others.

An Bulang got goosebumps from the child's laughter.

Xiao Ye, a classmate who performed exceptionally well in the assessment, was not immune. He couldn't help but hugged himself and murmured to himself: "What's going on? Why do I always feel chills all over my body? Why do I always feel cold?

Do you feel like the teacher is staring at me?"

An Bulang glanced at the uninformed person with some sympathy.

"Brother Lang, do you know something?" Jin Yuexi secretly sent a message to An Bulang.

"Ah? What do you know?" An Bulang said with a confused look on his face.

Jin Yuexi looked at the boy next to her, and then at the child puppet who kept smiling at her. She always felt that something was wrong, that she seemed to have overlooked something.

"Hello, classmates. First of all, freshmen, let me introduce myself...I am Anmu, the instructor of practical survival..." The puppet child began to speak in an emotionless baby voice.

"To survive in actual combat, the important thing is not to fight, but to survive." As Anmu said, he turned his attention to two of the two hundred students and said, "The battle will not be easy, and you will often encounter people stronger than yourself.

The existence of... When facing an existence that is stronger than ourselves, how to hold on and how to hold on until a turning point appears are also skills we must learn..."

"Next, I will invite two very representative students to come up and fight, and let them demonstrate how to support themselves in the face of opponents who are stronger than themselves..."

"An Bulang, Wang Qingzhu, come up and show us how to do it."

Instructor Anmu's words immediately caused the students on the field to let out bursts of low cheers.

An Bulang is the most dazzling and popular among the freshmen. And Wang Qingzhu is not bad either. He is the top talent of the Wang family and the number one freshman ten years ago!

A handsome young man wearing a robe decorated with bamboo leaves strode towards the crowd, walked to the center of the battle dojo, bowed to Master Anmu, and then looked at An Bulang.

An Bulang gritted his teeth and walked out.

Damn it, you started targeting me so quickly?

Without any easing?

Although An Bulang also started to walk towards the dojo, his classmates all noticed An Bulang's hesitation.

The classmates all thought that An Bulang was a little scared.

"Isn't this freshman number one awesome? Why is he so timid now?"

"Nonsense, Wang Qingzhu was also the number one freshman ten years ago, and his level is much higher than An Bulang. No matter how crazy An Bulang is, in the end, he is just a monk at the sixth level of Naling. Facing the pressure from Wang Qingzhu

Can it be smaller..."

"The main reason is that I was too crazy the past few days. If I were beaten violently today, I would be embarrassed, right?"

The classmates had already begun to discuss among themselves, but Anmu showed a kind smile.

"Wang Qingzhu is the leader of the fourth class, with a cultivation level of the ninth level of Naling. An Bulang is the most famous freshman since the founding of the inner academy. His cultivation is also not bad, and he is a genius at the sixth level of Naling! You are just the right opponent.

It’s appropriate, and I can show you how to resist and delay when facing an opponent who is stronger than yourself!”

"The test lasts for ten minutes. If the opponent can last for ten minutes, then it will be judged as the winner!"

Wang Qingzhu glanced at Instructor Anmu and saw a hint of smile in his eyes.

Ten minutes...enough to teach An Bulang a lesson!

An Bulang must be beaten to the point where he doesn’t even recognize his mother!!

"Junior An Bulang, please enlighten me!" Wang Qingzhu took out a piece of bamboo from the Najie.

This is not an ordinary bamboo, but an ordinary magic weapon, the jade bamboo, which can easily break steel!

He is a member of the Wang Meng, so he naturally received an order from Bai Li. He must give this ignorant guy an unforgettable lesson. He must beat him hard and beat him until his true colors are revealed, he must kneel down and beg for mercy, and make a fool of himself.

Then An Bulang would have no shame and continue to go wild in the inner courtyard!

An Bulang thought for a while and took out a mortal magic weapon, the bloody mace, from the ring.

The mace is extremely thick, and its body is covered with long scarlet spikes, as if it were dripping with blood.

This terrifying appearance made all the students take a breath. If you accidentally touch it, it will be very painful, right?

Even Wang Qingzhu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he saw this thing.

However, he soon regained his composure. It was just a scary-looking thing. He could easily dodge it with his agile movements, and then dunked on An Bulang's head with the green jade bamboo!

An Bulang held up the mace and saluted slightly: "Senior Wang Qingzhu, please enlighten me!"

Jiang Muqing stood in the crowd of classmates, looking at the two people who were about to start, and said with worry: "Yin Yin... Will An Bulang be okay? I heard that Wang Qingzhu is from Wang Meng, will he be raped?

Wang Qingzhu beat him up violently?"

Ji Yinyin shook her head and said: "What I'm worried about now is that the mace is too cruel and the senior can't stand it..."

Jiang Muqing: "???"

At this moment, Wang Qingzhu had already taken the initiative to rush towards An Bulang. His peak Naling cultivation level exploded, and bursts of blue light surrounded his body at an extremely fast speed!

At this time, Anmu commented from the side.

"When An Bulang faced someone stronger than himself, if he had used defensive weapons, he might have been able to hold on for a while, but he used a mace instead! If he is at a disadvantage but still wants to attack, he will only die faster.

…”

"Everyone must not imitate him. If this continues, it will end badly!"

Obviously, Anmu has already taught An Bulang as a negative example to his students.

Wang Qingzhu laughed loudly, and the green jade bamboo in his hand burst out with bright green light, rushed to An Bulang's side, pulled out a fierce arc, and swept towards the young man's waist!

boom!!

There was a violent collision.

Wang Qingzhu felt a huge counter-shock force coming from his arm.

He narrowed his eyes and found that the mace had blocked Qing Yuzhu's front at some point.

The two magic weapons collided and burst out bursts of divine light.

Actually blocked it?

Suddenly there was a cry of blue kites.

A circular formation appeared on Wang Qingzhu's feet, and his figure jumped again!

"Here comes Wang Qingzhu's top movement technique, Qingyuan Flying Spirit Step!"

"Back then, he relied on this extraordinary movement to hold down three classmates who were at the peak of spiritual power in the league competition..." A female senior from Class 4 exclaimed, her eyes still a bit fiery.

worship.

Wang Qingzhu understood that a lion should use all his strength to fight a rabbit, not to mention that An Bulang was not a rabbit, but a wolf! So he used his best fighting skills from the beginning.

"No one in the Naling Realm can keep up with my Qingyuan Flying Spirit Step!"

Wang Qingzhu moved quickly around An Bulang, pulling out afterimages.

An Bulang didn't look at Wang Qingzhu, or he didn't know where Wang Qingzhu was at all, he just stupidly waved his mace around there!

"Hmph, you alone are worthy of shouting at the King's Alliance?"

"Remember this pain!"

Wang Qingzhu sneered, caught a big flaw in An Bulang's swing of the mace, rushed behind An Bulang, and the Qing Yuzhu whizzed down without mercy, hitting the boy's back!

If this move is carried out, even if the opponent's body is strong, his spine will be broken!

However, what Wang Qingzhu did not expect was that a change occurred at this moment.

The mace that An Bulang swept forward seemed too heavy, and it took his body in a circle. The mace made a 360-degree rotation, and the speed seemed to be a little faster than Qing Yuzhu.

Then, under Wang Qingzhu's horrified eyes...

Bang!!!

The mace hit Wang Qingzhu's waist, and the scarlet spikes pierced Wang Qingzhu's waist...

"Ahhhhh...!"

The man screamed and rolled to the ground, blood splattered all over the floor.

An Bulang stopped waving the mace and looked at Wang Qingzhu with surprise, who was hit by the mace for no apparent reason: "Senior Wang, are you okay?"

Wang Qingzhu climbed up from the ground holding his bloody waist, his expression full of unwillingness and anger: "No way... you are definitely relying on luck..."

An Bulang looked at his bloody mace: "I didn't say it was based on strength."

Wang Qingzhu: "..., watch the moves!"
To be continued...