Chapter 1103 Everything for Principal Wang

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As her voice fell, the silver-armored corpse had already rushed to the front of the little monk at a very fast speed and cut his neck with a knife.

Wang Yan was also slightly surprised. He had seen this silver-armored corpse before and had fought with it before. But at that time, she was just a copper-armored corpse, with very good combat power and talent. I really didn't expect that the corpse Taoist guy would actually train her to a silver-armored corpse and give her to his apprentice.

The corpse Taoist guy was really willing to do it, and he was too bold. His apprentice was only C+ level, but he let her drive the silver-armored corpse, and he was not afraid of mental collapse and backlash from the silver-armored corpse.

Looking at An An's pale face and sweating all over her body. It was obvious that she was also very strenuous and reluctant when driving this silver-armored corpse. No wonder she now has to drive a copper-armored corpse at the same time.

It was a miracle that she could drive it out.

At this time

On a tree in the distance, an old man in a black robe and withered body laughed: "Mortals, tremble. Let me show you the strength of my disciple."

The corpse Taoist was extremely satisfied with An An. A disciple with such qualifications could be regarded as the most talented successor in the history of Xuanshi Sect. I am afraid that he is not inferior to the founder of Xuanshi Sect.

The only thing that made him slightly dissatisfied with this disciple was that although she worshipped him as her master, her most admired idol was still Wang Yan. But worship is worship, nowadays, which little girl doesn't worship an idol or something?

For such a disciple, the corpse Taoist certainly put all his efforts to cultivate him. The rise of Xuanshi Sect depends entirely on this direct disciple. As for Liu Lang, the other disciple, he has temporarily forgotten him.

Whether it is qualifications or character, I don't know how many times worse. The corpse Taoist could even imagine the day when his apprentice An An would command two mysterious corpses, dominate the world, and spread the prestige of the Xuanshi Sect.

At this time!

The little monk on the ring had been forced to the edge of the ring, but the blade was right in front of him. If he didn't retreat, he would be cut in half. If he retreated, it would be a cliff. In this desperate situation, the little monk's body burst into golden light again.

His whole body seemed to be covered by a golden color, and he became a Vajra Buddha. With a pinch of his hands, he blocked the fatal sword of the silver-armored corpse with a bare-handed attitude.

"Vajra body." Wang Yan nodded approvingly. The little monk was not very old, but the fire of the Vajra body was very high. It seems that he is not only talented, but also very hardworking.

Vajra body has always been the specialty of Buddhism. Once it is refined, it will reach the indestructible body of Vajra, and the defense is extremely terrifying.

Wang Yan also practiced this skill, but he practiced the glazed golden body of Acala, which was superior to the ordinary Vajra body. When he practiced to the deepest level, he was covered with glazed golden armor, just like Acala, and no demon could stop him.

After the little monk blocked the sword, he roared angrily: "Humble..."

But the word "humble" still didn't come out, his pupils suddenly changed color again, and the silver-armored corpse spread out his left hand, holding a flaming crystal-like object in his left hand. She threw it casually, and it exploded again.

"Boom!"

On the ring, gravel flew everywhere and air waves rolled. The silver-armored corpse and the little monk were each knocked back by the air waves. The only difference was that the silver-armored corpse fell on the ring, while the little monk fell under the ring.

His face was extremely angry, and he finally blurted out a word: "Bie!" As soon as this word came out, the little monk spurted out a large mouthful of blood, staining the edge of the ring red. In anger, he almost fainted.

This also shows how angry and unwilling the little monk was in his heart.

He originally held the heart of winning, and lacked the heart of defense against this little girl. The other party called Kosala brother, affectionately, and looked harmless. As a result, when they started fighting, they calculated deeply, and calculated every step of his to the bone.

Moreover, there was clearly a silver-armored corpse in her coffin, but she insisted on saying it was a bronze-armored corpse. That was really too much, too much.

The little girl An An, on the other hand, waved her hand leisurely and put the silver-armored corpse back into the coffin. Without the large consumption of mental power, her face was slightly relieved.

Facing the accusation of the little monk, the other people in the Super Power Academy were also a little stunned. No way, An An is so scheming? At the beginning, he used various methods to reduce the hostility and attention of others, and then burst out his hidden fighting power with all his strength to win in one fell swoop.

It was really unfair for the little monk to lose. He lost without even reacting.

Therefore, although An An won, both the people from the Super Power Academy and some people in India looked at An An in surprise. Is this little girl too powerful?

Many people wanted to hear An An explain.

But An An just wiped the sweat from his head, walked off the stage, bowed to the little monk, and said apologetically: "Brother Kosala, I'm sorry."

"Humph!"

The little monk Kosala snorted angrily and sneered, "You really let me see what it means to look like an angel and be as vicious as a snake. It's a good calculation, it's really a good calculation, I didn't lose unfairly."

"I'm sorry, brother Kosala, I want to win too much." An An apologized, "I don't want to make any excuses for myself. Whether you call me mean or despise me in your heart, I accept it."

If An An had made all kinds of excuses at the beginning, the little monk would definitely not accept it. But facing her sincere explanation without any disguise, the anger on the little monk's face subsided a little: "Winning and losing are just common things. If you do whatever it takes to win, you will inevitably go astray in the future. Your girl Wang Bing is very good. If she wins, she wins with dignity. If she loses, she loses with dignity. By the way, why do you want to win so much?"

"I like Principal Wang. I don't want him to lose to Goddess Shiva." An An said seriously, "He said he wanted to win. No matter what price he wants me to pay, An An will help him achieve his wish. No matter how despicable and shameless, no matter how vicious the calculation is, An An is willing."

"What!?"

When these words came out, countless people were shocked.

Among them, the one with the most distorted face was the corpse Taoist who was still smug in the distance. His withered old face suddenly became terrified and distorted. What? An An actually likes Wang Yan so much?

Oh my God, is my Xuanshi Sect destined to be so miserable?

An An, ah An An, what good is that pretty boy? Woo woo woo... damn Wang Yan!

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