"Zhong Wan! I think you are a child and don't care about you. What does it mean for you to do like this?"

"Don't you look down on me? Do you know the most basic politeness? No matter whether it is age or time to get started, you must call me a senior brother honestly. Don't you understand the most basic order of the elders and young people!?"

Seeing this man in his twenties, he was still at the sixth level of Qi training, but he was stubbornly entangled with him, like a man-eating beast, bent down and shouted at him angrily, with flesh on his face and spitting everywhere.

Seeing Zhong Wan staring at him in a daze, the young man slowly couldn't help feeling a little scared.

He knew very well how powerful this young girl in her early teens should be. If she really wanted to attack her, she would really have no room for counterattack.

The young man swallowed, looked around, and said, "Why, the assessment is imminent, do you want to attack your fellow disciples?"

"Even if you want to do it, so many of us fellow disciples, would you be afraid of you?"

He wanted to bring all the other disciples together with him to gain courage.

Zhong Wan withdrew her gaze, bypassed the young man and turned around and left.

Behind her, the young man spitted on the ground and said coldly:

"Let's wait tomorrow!"

...

The next day, the National Education College's assessment competition began every ten years.

The competition of the National Education Academy is that of the national teacher selects personal disciples. This is not only a popular event for the outer disciples of the National Education Academy, but also for the monks from the outside world, but also for ordinary people. Therefore, the National Education Mountain is particularly lively today.

In the largest square of Guojiao Mountain, countless duels are underway.

There are no complicated rules for the assessment competition. Many outer disciples draw lots to select disciples and compete one-on-one.

The last five people who win the last time will become inner disciples.

But after the rules change this time, only the champion can get them. For the monks and ordinary people who are watching the fun, the change of this rules makes them more expectant of the results of the competition.

After defeating the opponent's disciple with one move, Zhong Wan jumped out of the ring.

His eyes swept across the surrounding viewers who were bleak, and Zhong Wan shook his head slightly: "It seems that these people are different."

In the competition, she almost won the first place. Her disciples were isolated from her, but the onlookers didn't understand her after all, and they still kept cheering for her.

But at the moment, I don’t know if it was influenced by the changes of the disciples or why, the onlookers around me still kept their faces coldly when she won, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with her winning the competition.

But these viewers were normal to the winner when watching other disciples’ competitions.

Zhong Wan didn't know what was going on.

The competition continued, and Zhong Wan, the second and third opponents, easily defeated the opponent with one move.

But the attitudes of the people around him remained cold and unchanged.

Half a day passed.

The eighth opponent standing in front of Zhong Wan was actually the gentle boy who insulted and mocked Zhong Wan yesterday.

This boy is about sixteen or seventeen years old, and his cultivation is at the ninth level of Qi training, and his talent is also good.

But compared to Zhong Wan, Zhong Wan was still a little worse. Not to mention that Zhong Wan was actually a foundation building at this time, even when he actually participated in the assessment and competition, Zhong Wan's age was about ten years old and his cultivation had already surpassed the foundation building.

This is also what other disciples know.

But facing Zhong Wan, whose external cultivation is foundation-building, the boy opposite, who was different from the Great Jing Street, did look confident and seemed to have the confidence to win.

"Zhong Wan! Please give me advice!" Zhong Wan looked at the boy opposite and bowed according to the rules.

"Chengtong!" The young man stood still, not moving, obviously unwilling to salute.

Zhong Wan didn't say much. Since the start of the competition, her opponents seemed to have thrown etiquette aside when facing her, and she has become accustomed to it.

She just mobilized her spiritual power, poked out her small fist, and smashed it towards Chengtong!

Zhong Wan had only punched one, and the opponent completely lost the ability to resist.

Among those opponents, there were also those who had the ninth level of Qi training, and they also suffered an instant defeat.

But this time, the ending is not the same.

Chengtong moved his hand slightly and actually stuffed a pill into his mouth.

The moment the pill was inhaled, Cheng Tong's cultivation suddenly ushered in an explosion, directly crossing the threshold of Qi training and Foundation Establishment.

He actually used pills that forced the strength of the realm during the competition, which was absolutely not allowed!

Zhong Wan took a look at the National Education Academy teacher who acted as a referee under the ring. Seeing that the other party was indifferent and did not stop the competition, he temporarily threw this matter behind his mind and focused on the battle in front of him.

Even if Cheng Tong uses pills to improve his realm strength, it will not change the ending.

Instead, he saw Cheng Tong's momentum suddenly soaring, and the onlookers around him seemed to have not seen him taking pills and cheered.

Facing Cheng Tong, whose strength was forcibly raised, Zhong Wan's fist did not retreat or avoid it and faced him head-on!

Cheng Tong's confidence increased greatly. Seeing that Zhong Wan actually dared to confront him head-on, a cruel look appeared on his face, and his fist raised to hit Zhong Wan's fatal place!

But although Zhong Wan's fist looks small and can even be said to be a little cute, his speed of progress is indeed far beyond Chengtong, whose strength has increased.

Before Cheng Tong's fist arrived, Zhong Wan gently hit Cheng Tong's body!

Cheng Tong's confident and complacent eyes instantly became shocked and painful, his face suddenly pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood!

"Bang!"

A loud bang!

The violent air flow spreads outward.

Cheng Tong's figure flew backwards like a disconnected wing, and fell heavily on the edge of the ring, covering his hands with pain, his face pale, and the severe pain made his facial features twisted together.

The cheers of onlookers for Cheng Tong came to an abrupt end.

With an expressionless look at the onlookers who seemed to have been blocked in an instant, Zhong Wan looked at the judge on the edge of the ring.

The judge announced loudly:

"Zhong Wansheng!"

But Zhong Wan did not refer to the verdict.

She asked the judge curiously: "Uncle Master, he took Tsukiji Pill!"

Tsukiji Pill is just the pill that Chengtong took that forced his cultivation to the foundation-building stage.

The judge said with a cold face: "Zhong Wan, your cultivation is to build the foundation, and his cultivation is just to cultivate qi, and there is a huge gap."

"This is just a competition between us and our sects. The same realm can better demonstrate the effect of the competition. Therefore, even if he takes the pill to improve his cultivation, I think it is understandable."

Zhong Wan widened his eyes slightly and looked at the judge in disbelief, thinking that this is the logic of the robber?

Seeing Zhong Wan's expression, a look of disgust appeared on the judge's face and said, "The result has been announced. Why are you waiting for here if you don't prepare for the next battle?"

After a pause, the judge said, "Is the so-called genius just a petty guy? You will definitely not be able to become a great man like this!"

Zhong Wan was silent for a while and said, "As for orders, uncle."

At this time, Cheng Tong on the ground seemed to have recovered and said with difficulty: "Uncle Master, this is impossible!"

The judge asked, "What does it mean?"

Cheng Tong pointed to Zhong Wan and said, "Zhong Wan is not just building the foundation. My cultivation level has been improved to the same level as hers. She can defeat me so easily. This is impossible!"

"She must have done it!"

When the judge heard Cheng Tong's words, he looked at Zhong Wan: "Wait!"

Zhong Wan frowned slightly.

The judge stepped forward and said, "Cheng Tong has a reasonable point. I have reason to suspect that you have used other improper means or have secretly improved your cultivation level by secretly violating the rules."

"So I need to check you, and if the check proves, you will be disqualified!"

Zhong Wan looked at the judge calmly and asked, "Uncle Master, did I offend you?"

The judge's face changed and he looked angry: "What are you talking nonsense?! Do you mean I am targeting you? Are you saying that I am unfair to enforce the law?!"

Zhong Wan didn't say anything. She thought it was obvious, so there was no need to remind him or repeat him.

The judge shook his sleeves and snorted coldly: "If you say this again, I will disqualify you for insulting the insulting the judge and throw you into the punishment hall!"

Zhong Wan was not angry. One reason was that she had never been angry. The other reason was that she felt that it was meaningless to be angry with these people. Moreover, for many years, she was actually used to the hostility of others towards herself.

It's just that the moment is a bit too outrageous, and some are too unreasonable:

"Why?" She wanted to know.

"Because you are you! Where did so many come from why?"

As he said that, the judge opened his hand and the spiritual energy spread out from his body, covering Zhong Wan!

After a few breaths, he withdrew his hand and looked at Zhong Wan coldly:

“No problem.”

"You're lucky!"

Then he turned around and announced again:
To be continued...