Liu Wanming seemed not to see the changes in Zheng Shiyi's eyes, and continued to speak: "In addition, being the first among the outer disciples and returning to the sect will inevitably be favored by various inner masters. It is inevitable that they will be invited by various inner masters to join the sect. They will even get the competition between those famous masters.

After all, everyone wants to get it.”

"Get the invitation from the inner sect master?" Zheng Shiyi sneered. He still remembered that after he forced Mi Wei to jump out of the window and escape, the inner sect disciples came to invite him one by one.

But when they got a grudge against Yu Wei, these people took the initiative to cut off their relationship with him. Such a sect who only knows how to add icing on the cake but does not help in time, if they really encounter trouble after joining, will they take action?

Such benefits are no different from those without.

However, the summoning of the head is the real big benefit.

“Then how can I sign up?”

"Register?" Liu Wanming was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized that Zheng Shiyi was not the first person to compete for the outer disciples, but a battle on the arena, right?

Thinking of this, the smile on his face couldn't be concealed and said with a smile: "You don't need to sign up for this. Since you beat those from the Qinghong Sect, it means that you have joined the competition for the first among the outer disciples.

After all, this thing is done privately. As long as you defeat the strongest people you think are one by one, aren’t you the strongest one?"

"So that's it. No wonder the disciples who participated in the martial arts practice have been constantly conflicting. By the way, Centurion, I want to trouble you with something." Zheng Shiyi said, walking towards the military camp.

"What's the matter?" Liu Wanming looked at Zheng Shiyi with interest. This seemed to be the first time Zheng Shiyi asked for his help.

Zheng Shiyi pointed to the direction of the military camp and said, "I think the current training is not suitable for me. Do you think I can avoid participating in the current training?"

Liu Wanming suddenly realized: "I still think what's going on. With your current cultivation level, this intensity of training is indeed not suitable for you, not to mention that you don't need to go to the battlefield now. Just practice according to your own cultivation method, and you don't need to participate in the training."

"Thank you, Centurion." Zheng Shiyi thanked him. As he spoke, the two had already returned to the military camp. After Zheng Shiyi said goodbye to Liu Wanming, he walked towards Lanze Lake.

Liu Wanming looked at Zheng Shiyi's departure back and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I really didn't expect that my Canglong Legion could still be able to be a genius from this. At this time, we must report to the general as soon as possible."

In the next few days, Zheng Shiyi kept practicing in Lanze Lake. When he was hungry, he came up to eat some food, and then continued to enter the lake to practice.

For a time, almost no one in the entire military camp had seen Zheng Shiyi.

As for Cai Cheng, who was injured by Zheng Shiyi, he has been healing in the camp after being carried back to the barracks by soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.

"It hurts so much! Zheng Shiyi is really cruel! With my injury, I can't get out of bed for ten days and half a month!"

"This Zheng Shiyi is really cruel. It's been so many days since then, but his injuries have not recovered much."

"Okay, we are all good, Lu Chuan and the others, but their arms were broken into pieces, and they will be useless in this life!"

In the Qinghong Sect's tent, wailing and cursing kept coming.

Outside the tent, a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes and double words written in the upper left corner of his clothes, holding a sword and listening to the wailing sound from inside, a disdainful smile appeared on his face, and walked into the tent.

In the camp, a group of Qinghong Sect disciples suddenly saw a strange figure who liked him. Several disciples who had not gathered in the camp before and had not been deposed by Zheng Shiyi looked over with vigilance. At the same time, several people picked up the weapons in their hands.

"Who?"

A disciple of the Qinghong Sect reached out to stop the visitor, but the next moment, the man had already appeared behind him.

In an instant, all the disciples of the Qinghong Sect were confused. How did this person get around? What a strange step!

"I'll look for Cai Cheng." The visitor looked forward calmly, without even using his light to sweep the Qinghong Sect disciples on both sides. There was always a hint of imperceptible arrogance in the corners of his eyes.

His eyes scanned the tent, and the visitor finally saw Cai Cheng, who was hanging up with gauze on his face, tied with one leg on the rope.

Cai Cheng lay weakly on the bed. Although he had heard the voice of the visitor, he still closed his eyes and looked arrogant and arrogant that nothing had to do with him.

"Cai Cheng? It's you? Why are you beaten like this?"

The visitor saw Cai Cheng's appearance clearly, and a clear look of surprise appeared on his face, which had been arrogant and arrogant. Then he seemed to think of something, suddenly laughed and joked: "Don't tell me, you were beaten like this because you went to find Zheng Shiyi to take revenge?"

Cai Cheng still closed his eyes and said calmly: "So what? Shang Zeyu, if you don't want to die, you will get out." Although it was a threatening voice, the sound was as calm as the windless water surface, without any ups and downs.

Shang Zeyu could not see any angry look on his face, and stood there on his own, shook his head and sighed: "It turns out that the inner disciple of Qinghong Sect is just like this. I always thought that you are the disciple of Elder Ran Hong and will be different.

Who would have thought that even the disciples of Xuanming Sect who were at the bottom were no match for it, which was really disappointing."

"Shang Zeyu, it turns out that he is Shang Zeyu from the Shuanglong Sect!"

The disciples of the Qinghong Sect around were shocked. The disciples who were originally holding weapons and vaguely surrounded them, retreated to the rear with horror.

Shang Zeyu, the strongest disciple of the Shuanglong Sect who participated in the martial arts training this time, is a peerless genius who has defeated the inner disciples.

But how could he come to trouble Senior Brother Cai Cheng? Did he really think that he could defeat Senior Brother Cheng Cai Cheng by defeating the inner disciples of their sect?

Senior Brother Cai Cheng is one of the top ten disciples in the inner sect, and he is just an outer sect disciple.

Cai Cheng opened his eyes and glanced at Shang Zeyu lightly: "Get out immediately before I get angry. Otherwise, when my injury is healed, one hand will be enough to kill you."

"One hand?" Shang Zeyu sneered: "Then do you know, who is the inner disciple I defeated?"

"Who can it be?" Cai Cheng closed his eyes again. As an outer disciple, the strong inner disciple who could defeat was nothing more than a disciple who could not survive in the inner disciple.

Shang Zeyu had a faint smile on his face, and he said three pronunciations from his mouth in an understatement: "Liu Kaiyuan."

"Liu Kaiyuan? Who is this? I haven't heard of this name."

"I haven't heard of it. I just said that even if he is an outer disciple, no matter how talented he is, how powerful the inner disciple he defeated is?"

When the Qinghong Sect heard the name, they burst into laughter.

On the side, Cai Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, looked straight at Shang Zeyu and asked, "The Liu Kaiyuan you mentioned is the eighth-ranked one of your sects?"

"Then do you think our sect is called Liu Kaiyuan?" Shang Zeyu looked at Cai Cheng with a sneer.

Cai Cheng's face exposed through gauze became solemn in an instant. Liu Kaiyuan, who ranked eighth in the Shuanglong Sect, was extremely powerful and his methods were even more cruel.

Someone once said that he had persisted in five moves in Yu Wei's hands.

There are only a handful of people who can stick to five moves in Yu Wei’s hands, and Liu Kaiyuan is one of them!

Shang Zeyu actually defeated Liu Kaiyuan!

"It's very strange, right? It's strange how could I be so strong as an outer disciple?" Shang Zeyu moved forward a little, staring at the gauze on Cai Cheng's face, and whispered: "Because I want to hit the top ten in the inner door as soon as I enter the inner door. I just disdained to take action before."

The sound was not loud, but it was like a shocking thunder, which shocked the entire camp, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

As soon as you enter the inner door, you enter the top ten. What a courage!

"It's quite lively. It turns out that someone came earlier than me!"

Suddenly a voice rang out from the door of the camp. A man with dark skin and a word with extreme words on his left chest walked in from outside. Seeing Shang Zeyu standing in the camp, the man's eyes stuttered slightly, and then asked, "Where is Cai Cheng?"

"Then!" Shang Zeyu pointed behind him: "But, Pei Ce, you are disappointed this time, Cai Cheng has been injured!"

"Pei Ce?"

"Pece, the leader of the Pure Land Sect, is said that many inner disciples of their sect invited him to join the inner sect, but he did not agree."

"Another peerless genius, he is here. Could it be that he is asking Senior Brother Cai Cheng to discuss?"

The eyes of the Qinghong Sect disciples instantly fell on Pei Ce.

"Oh? I know you who was injured by you?" Pei Ce's pupils gathered slightly in his eyes, and Shang Zeyu, who was condensed on the opposite side, then a look of disappointment appeared on his face: "I didn't expect that the genius who was praised by the Qinghong Sect would be so weak and defeated by you. It seems that the strength of the Qinghong Sect is just like that.

But I have already come here, so I can't go there in vain."

Pei Ce stood at the door of the tent and pointed at Shang Zeyu with one hand: "Come on, I'm still fighting you with bare hands like before!"

"unarmed!"

Around him, a group of Qinghong Sect disciples took a deep breath when they heard the sound. Shang Zeyu was the one who defeated the eighth disciple of their sect and inner sect.

Pei Ce had to fight him with such a person with bare hands. Judging from his tone, it seemed that it was not the first time he had fought with him like this.

How powerful is Pei Ce?

"You..." Shang Zeyu's face turned pale in an instant. Pei Ce did not use weapons every time he fought with him, and every time he did not take advantage.

After defeating Liu Kaiyuan, he had a surge in confidence and fighting spirit. In front of Pei Ce, he even had the idea of ​​being timid in the fight.

For a moment, the entire camp was surprisingly quiet.

"Swish!"

Suddenly, a leaf flew out of the tent, but ordinary leaves shot into the tent like a sharp flying knife, passing through the middle between Pei Ce and Shang Zeyu, rubbed against Cai Quan's head, shot through the tent and flew out.

A drop of sweat beads as big as beans came out from Cai Quan's forehead and dripped on his body, seeping through gauze, dripping on his wound.

"Damn it, who is! Get out!" Cai Quan was furious and shouted loudly outside the tent.

Suddenly, the curtain of the tent was blown open by the wind, and a strong airflow rushed in from outside the tent. The strong airflow even made everyone in the tent unable to open their eyes.

The next moment, a figure rushed in like a stream of light. Before everyone could see who was coming, the man had already rushed to Cai Quan's body.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

With three crisp sounds, Cai Quan's face instantly swollen.

"Cai Cheng, even your brother can't control it well. No wonder you were beaten!" The visitor looked handsome. After three slapped in the face, he turned his eyes to Cai Quan lying on the bed.

"Shi Guofei!"

Seeing the person's face clearly, everyone in the room couldn't help but exclaim.
Chapter completed!