Chapter 1091: A Worm Shakes a Tree, and It Is Overestimating One’s Own Abilities!

"According to the rules of the sect conference, Bitao Martial Academy sends its core disciples to challenge, so we, the Ziyan Sect, will also send our core disciples to challenge."

Zu Tiangang narrowed his eyes and looked at Fang Bai a few times. He saw that this talented disciple of Bitao Martial Academy was not simple. He guessed that his real combat power should be much higher than his realm. After thinking for a moment, his eyes turned to A Ziyan Sect disciple under the stone platform said in a deep voice: "Tie Zheng, it is up to you to represent our Ziyan Sect and fight against this disciple of Bitao Martial Academy! Remember, this is a battle that determines the outcome. Don’t embarrass our Ziyan Sect!”

In the competition session of the sect conference, each major sect usually sends nine disciples to fight, and the final victory is determined by winning five games.

The decision to win or lose in one battle is also allowed by the sect conference, but without great certainty, few sects dare to take this risk.

After all, once you lose the competition, your ranking will drop, and the training resources that can be allocated in the next five years will be reduced accordingly.

Treating core disciples as core disciples may seem fair, but it is actually unfair.

Ziyan Sect is a third-grade sect, and its core disciples have high-level cultivations at the wild level, while Bitao Martial Academy is only a fourth-grade sect, and its core disciples only have high-level cultivations at the heaven level. There is a huge difference between the two. Cultivation.

The huge gap in cultivation level is reflected in the huge difference in strength.

Under normal circumstances, one Huang level high-level warrior can easily defeat ten Heaven-level high-level warriors.

In the eyes of the disciples of the major sects present, even if Fang Bai concealed some of his strength, he had no chance of winning against Tie Zheng, whose cultivation level was beyond his level.

After Zu Tiangang learned that Fang Bai was a genius disciple not seen in thousands of years at Bitao Martial Academy and was favored by Bai Fang, a middle-grade alchemist and weapon refiner, he had already developed some murderous intentions. At this moment, Fang Bai repeatedly attacked him in public. After provocation, he finally got really angry and decided to strangle this boy with unlimited potential in the cradle at all costs.

As for whether Bai Fang would retaliate against the Zi Yan Sect and whether the Xuannv Sect would decide to marry the Bitao Martial Academy, Zu Tiangang no longer thought about it for the time being.

A figure jumped high from the stone platform, landed lightly and silently on the stone platform, and faced Fang Bai face to face. It was Tie Zheng, the core disciple of Ziyan Sect whose name was called by Zu Tiangang.

"Tie Zheng, the core disciple of the Purple Flame Sect, comes to challenge!"

After Tie Zheng landed, he cupped his fists and said to Fang Bai.

Tie Zheng is about forty years old, not tall, with slightly dark skin, a pair of clear eyes, and a strong aura about him.

Ziyan Sect disciples who know Tie Zheng all know that he is a ruthless character who kills people without blinking an eye. Under those clothes, there are muscles that are high and bulging, as if they are made of steel. Each muscle contains the power of letting people know. With the power of people's hearts palpitating, warriors whose strength is comparable to his are not able to confront him head-on.

When Tie Zheng spoke, he looked at Fang Bai, his eyes full of contempt for the weak, as if confronting Fang Bai was an insult to him.

Tie Zheng was a smart man and knew that the sect leader named him to duel with Fang Bai, not just to defeat Fang Bai. If he accidentally "missed" and killed Fang Bai during the duel, the sect leader would be very happy.

"Elder Ge, don't be impulsive. Please sit back on the stone chair for now."

Fang Bai ignored Tie Zheng, pointed to Zu Tiangang's seat, smiled and said to Ge Feng, who was standing in front of him: "That seat will soon belong to our Bitao Martial Academy."

"Fang Bai, you...you take care of yourself..."

Ge Feng really calmed down after hearing what Fang Bai said. He thought that instead of accompanying Fang Bai to death in vain, it would be better to keep this useful body and lead several other Bitao Martial Arts disciples to find a glimmer of hope. Tie Zheng came on stage, knowing that he could not stop the duel between the two, he couldn't help but sigh, and sat back on his stone chair with a sad look on his face.

From Tie Zheng's body, Ge Feng sensed the surging murderous intent. Knowing that this battle was going to be very dangerous, Fang Bai closed his eyes and did not dare to look.

"Fang Bai, take action! If you don't take action, I'm afraid you will never have a chance!"

Tie Zheng, who was ignored by Fang Bai, was a little annoyed. He clenched his fists and made a burst of noise.

"Do you want to die or live?"

Fang Bai glanced at Tie Zheng and asked lazily.

Tie Zheng was stunned, but instead of getting angry, he smiled and said, "You are indeed crazy! Only a madman would say such a thing!"

"If you want to live, get out! If you want to die, I will help you!"

Fang Bai said to himself.

Fang Bai's purpose is to pull Ziyan Sect from its position as the overlord of Qianhu Kingdom and help Bitao Martial Academy to rise up. He doesn't want to go on a killing spree, but if there are some blind people, killing a few will help him establish his authority. No problem.

"It's a miracle that such an arrogant boy like you can survive to this day!"

Tie Zheng laughed and walked towards Fang Bai. With every step he took, his aura increased by one point, and the rich true energy quickly gathered in the tip of his right fist.

"But when you meet me, this miracle is going to end! You, go to hell!"

The three words "Go to hell" suddenly burst out from Tie Zheng's mouth. The sound waves contained the power of true energy, like thunder, which made many warriors below the stone platform have their eardrums "buzzing" and their spirits were high. Trance.

With that loud shout, Tie Zheng's figure suddenly accelerated, like a cannonball being discharged from a barrel, he rushed in front of Fang Bai with the force of thunder, and then blasted out his right fist with the force of the impact.

With this punch, Tie Zheng showed no mercy and wanted to kill him with one blow.

This punch broke the air and cracked the air. The punch was so fast that it actually sent out a slight sonic boom. It touched the clothes on Fang Bai's chest in an instant. The next moment, it poured into Fang Bai's body, and then exploded, shattering Fang Bai. The internal organs in the white body.

Many martial artists are lamenting that this martial arts genius who has never been born in Bitao Martial Academy for thousands of years is about to die like this.

Even Liu Qingqing, who had always been extremely confident in Fang Bai, suddenly closed her eyes and felt a little fear in her heart when Tie Zheng's fist touched Fang Bai's clothes.

On the Xuannv Sect side, neither Han Xingyu on the stone platform nor Zhuge Lian under the stone platform were worried about Fang Bai. They widened their eyes, wanting to see how Fang Bai would fight back against Tie Zheng, while feeling sorry for Tie Zheng in their hearts. A moment of silence.

When a high-level Huang level powerhouse attacks a junior level powerhouse at the Zhou level, Tie Zheng is not only looking for abuse, but also for death.

"A worm shakes a tree, and you don't overestimate your own capabilities!"

Zhuge Lian's beautiful eyes were shining with excitement. Looking at Tie Zheng who was charging at high speed, he had foreseen his fall and murmured in his mouth.

When Tie Zheng's fist hit Fang Bai's chest, it seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier.

No more progress can be made.

Even his body seemed to be trapped in a thick quagmire, with his limbs greatly restrained and restricted.

Tie Zheng suddenly raised his head and looked at the mocking smile on Fang Bai's lips. An unpleasant feeling enveloped Tie Zheng's heart.