Gao Wu: After breaking off the relationship, awaken the S-level talent

After a few hours, Zhang Muchen came to the gathering place. There were already more than a dozen students waiting here. As soon as he arrived, everyone turned their heads and looked at him. "Is that him? The freshman who seriously injured Zhang Ziyan. But is he crazy? He even attacked his own sister."

"Don't underestimate him. He can defeat Zhang Ziyan, which at least proves that he is strong. Besides, the road of martial arts is a life-and-death struggle. You and I should stop talking."

"Hey, stop talking nonsense. If it weren't for the credit of this freshman, would you and I have the chance to go to the Tianyun Secret Realm?"

"That's right. This brother-sister feud has nothing to do with us. Besides, Zhang Ziyan is the vice president of the Tianjuan Association, and Lin Zhengqi has come out of retreat. Let's just watch the show."

After hearing these words, Zhang Muchen just stood aside silently, with a calm expression, waiting to go to Baijianmen.

He knew that his behavior yesterday would inevitably attract all kinds of discussions.

But Zhang Muchen didn't care about other people's opinions, let alone these gossips.

Whoosh.

A gust of wind blew, and several figures fell.

The leader was Wu Ling, followed by Zang Tianwang, and the last was a blond man.

The blond man's eyes were shining, like two suns, releasing a scorching gaze.

"Very good, everyone is here. The principal sent a message that the upper limit of the Tianyun Secret Realm has been determined, and it can only accommodate fifth-level warriors."

"However, after the game between the major forces, the number of fifth-level warriors has been limited to ten, and the remaining participants are all fourth-level elites."

"Fourth-level students who have not reached the fifth level should consider whether to enter the Tianyun Secret Realm. I will not force them."

Wu Ling glanced at the whole audience and said in a deep voice.

"Fifth level, although there is only one major realm difference, it is still risky for me. It is not necessary to go to the Tianyun Secret Realm."

Zhang Muchen thought about it for a while and felt that there was no need to take the risk to enter.

You can become stronger by killing monsters yourself.

Why bother to go head-to-head with fifth-level warriors.

The so-called secret realm opportunity is dispensable to him, and it is more of a icing on the cake.

"Principal, I quit. I'm one level below you. I'll get beaten if I go."

"I quit too. Getting beaten isn't scary. I'm just afraid of losing my life!"

"Yeah, how can a fourth-level fight a fifth-level? I quit too!"

At the same time, a group of fourth-level inner courtyard students backed out.

After all, the threshold to the Tianyun Secret Realm is the fifth level.

Although there is a limit on the number of fifth-level warriors.

But when a fourth-level warrior fights a warrior, except for a few super geniuses.

In most cases, he can only get beaten or even lose his life!

"Principal, I quit too."

Zhang Muchen also raised his hand and shouted.

"You opened this event, why don't you go and see it? I think there are many geniuses from the five major countries and many other forces who want to meet you."

Wuling asked with some surprise.

Zhang Muchen shook his head without explaining.

Unexpectedly, the blond man looked at Zhang Muchen, his eyes flashed with fire, and he said in a cold voice:

"Zhang Muchen, you must go to the secret realm."

Zhang Muchen frowned and looked at the man with burning eyes.

He didn't know him.

But the other party could call out his name, obviously knowing something about him.

"Who are you?"

Hearing this question.

The blond man looked down at Zhang Muchen and said three words with an imposing manner.

"Lin Zhengqi."

President of Tianjuanhui!

The Saint's Favored One!

The Martial Saint Seed of Shengjing Wuda!

"Sure enough, the President of Tianjuanhui will stand up for Zhang Ziyan."

Zhang Muchen looked fearless and looked directly at Lin Zhengqi.

He was not surprised by his standing up.

"You step back, I will explain this matter."

Wuling glanced at Lin Zhengqi.

"Yes, Principal."

Lin Zhengqi bent slightly, stepped back, retracted his momentum, and said nothing more.

Wu Ling sighed and said with a guilty look:

"The Hundred Swords Sect secretly made a deal with the Martial Arts Alliance and brought you to the negotiation table, asking Jiang Hua and you to enter the Sky Meteorite Secret Realm. The Sky Meteorite Secret Realm is about to open, so we can only be forced to agree."

Zhang Muchen raised his head after hearing this, and looked at Wu Ling, who always had a kind face, in disbelief.

He lowered his head, and his eyes gradually turned into deep disappointment and anger.

What does it mean?

It's very simple!

Because the interests of the Sky Meteorite Secret Realm are too great, countless forces from the five major countries are playing games, and even the ninth-level martial saints are sitting at the negotiation table.

He is a fourth-level warrior like an ant, and people's words are insignificant. Who would care?

No!

So for the sake of interests, the school agreed to the request of the Hundred Swords Sect and gave Jiang Hua a chance for revenge!

"Principal, is this the school's decision? Sacrifice me?"

Zhang Muchen raised his head again, his eyes very calm and asked.

"Don't worry, the Tianyun Secret Realm is vast and boundless, Jiang Hua may not find you, and the school will give you enough life-saving items. As a student of Wuda, you..."

Wuling said at the end, his tone was also fierce.

"Wuda should be the most important, and you can't refuse!"

Zhang Muchen's face turned pale in an instant, and a sharp pain surged in his heart.

"This is the sadness of the weak! Life and death are not in our control! This is the case for the Zhang family, and it is also the case for Shengjing Wuda!"

From this moment on, Zhang Muchen completely recognized the reality.

In this cruel world of martial arts, you can't count on anyone's protection.

The only thing a warrior can rely on is his own strength.

His future!

His destiny!

It can only be in his own hands.

"Principal, I know, I will go to the Tianyun Secret Realm."

Zhang Muchen took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and his eyes were more determined than ever before.

Wu Ling was silent for a moment, then waved his hand and threw out a platform.

"Very good, since there is no problem, follow me to Baijianmen!"

Everyone climbed onto the platform and flew towards Baijianmen with a roar.

......

Middle-level cave.

Somewhere in the Beast God Cult.

The red-robed bishop walked into a room.

In the middle of the room was a huge bathtub, which was soaked in scarlet liquid.

The red-robed bishop walked to the edge of the pool, half of his face was trembling with pustules, and he said excitedly:

"Son of God, we have forced Zhang Muchen to participate in the Tianyun Secret Realm through operations. We have set up a stage for you and give you a chance to avenge your great revenge!"

Splash.

The blood in the bathtub raised waves.

It seemed that some huge creature was about to surface.

A figure slowly stood up, with long blood-red hair reaching his waist, and an insoluble hostility between his eyebrows.

His face was hideous and his voice sounded like it came from hell.

"Zhang Muchen! You finally showed up!"

The man called "Son of God" by the red-robed bishop was Zhang Yuanzhou.

The flame of revenge flashed in his eyes, and the long-awaited opportunity finally came!

"Zhang Muchen, the pain and humiliation you made me suffer! I will repay you a hundredfold! Let you taste the taste of hell!"

Zhang Yuanzhou let out a long roar, obviously very excited!

"In good condition, it seems that the experiment is expected to go further."

The red-robed bishop looked at Zhang Yuanzhou, and his heart was full of expectations.

In this battle of revenge, there is only one survivor, one winner!