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Chapter 1081

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Was there a need to brag?

Although it was hard to believe that Luo Zheng had killed dozens of Demon Clan geniuses, word of mouth was as strong as iron. With so many Demon Clan members coming to seek revenge, many people in the sect believed the story.

Because, there were many voices in the Weapon Refining Sect.

Bin Tianwen accepted Luo Zheng as a disciple on behalf of his master, making him the junior brother of the sect leader. His seniority was extremely high, and he also received the huge wealth of the Sky Facing Peak and Black Jade Cold Palace.

This had already attracted the jealousy of countless people. Now that such a thing happened, those who were angry but did not dare to speak out jumped out.

Many people accused Luo Zheng of killing Demon Clan geniuses, bringing disaster to the sect, and even inciting hatred between the human and Demon Clan. He was guilty of the most heinous crimes, and should be captured and handed over to the Demon Clan.

Only a portion of people argued that Luo Zheng did not have the strength to kill those Demon Clan geniuses, and that he was framed by others.

Especially Xiong Lou, Lu Yao, and Wu Congfeng, the three of them were famous in the Demon Clan. They were geniuses among geniuses, and their strength was comparable to the top six thousand human geniuses on the Yuan Dan Potential List.

Although Luo Zheng was also ranked on the Yuan Dan Potential List, he was far from the top six thousand. The difference in strength was so obvious that it was impossible.

Of course, those who were willing to speak up for Luo Zheng were naturally very few. Other than Bin Huang and Xiang Yingluo, there were only Mei Yuniang, Gong Qingxia, Sun Xiuying, Gu Lanyu, and Qu Ruyan.

However, compared to the side that believed that Luo Zheng was guilty, there were quite a few elder-level characters. Their forces were clearly weak.

Fortunately, in the Weapon Refining Sect, the sect leader had always had great authority, so Bin Tianwen had not expressed his opinion, and the matter was not settled yet!

After listening to Sun Xiuying's explanation, Luo Zheng could not help but fly into a rage. "This is nonsense! When did I kill so many demons? It's obvious that someone is framing me!"

Sun Xiuying was overjoyed upon hearing this, and she quickly said, "We already knew that Junior Martial Uncle was innocent. You were in Jing Fen City, so how could you have gone to the Monster Ancestral Mountain and even entered the monster race's secret realm! It's actually not that hard to deal with. As long as we can get the Ape Demon King to testify, the problem will be solved! "

"Er … Martial Nephew Sun, what I meant was that other than Xiong Lou and the other eight from the Herculean Bear Tribe, as well as Lu Yao and Wu Congfeng, the deaths of the other Demon Clans have nothing to do with me."

Luo Zheng quickly explained.

In any case, he would never admit to anything other than what he had done in front of so many people and couldn't deny it.

Moreover, Xiong Lou, Lu Yao, and Wu Congfeng were the ones who caused trouble for Luo Zheng. Who was right and who was wrong could still be argued.

"What! Little Little Little Little Little … Junior Martial Uncle, you really entered the Monster Ancestral Mountain's secret realm and killed Xiong Lou and the other Demon Clans prodigies? You're not bragging, are you? "

Sun Xiuying's mouth opened so wide that she could swallow an egg. Her beautiful eyes blinked as she stared at Luo Zheng, her expression filled with disbelief.

Although there were many people in the Weapon Refining Sect who wanted to kick Luo Zheng when he was down, not many thought that he could defeat Xiong Lou and the other Demon Clans.

Luo Zheng's face was calm, and he smiled, "Do I need to brag?"

"Junior Martial Uncle, you may not know, but a few years ago, Xiong Lou challenged some of the geniuses on the Yuan Dan Potential Rankings of the Human Clan in the Martial Arts Competition between the two clans. He won twenty-three times and lost to one time. Even those ranked in the top five thousand were defeated by him."

Sun Xiuying said with lingering fear, "And Lu Yao and Wu Congfeng are equally as famous as Xiong Lou among the Demon Clans. Their strength is also terrifying."

Although the Human Clan and the Demon Clan had stopped fighting for tens of thousands of years, the conflicts between the two clans had never stopped.

The Martial Arts Competition between the two clans was the most intense of the conflicts.

Every ten years, the Demon Clan and the Human Clan would each send out one hundred and twenty-eight geniuses to compete in the Martial Arts Competition. The top sixteen would all be rewarded.

And the higher the ranking, the more generous the rewards.

Although the Martial Arts Competition between the two clans did not have any special meaning on the surface, it seemed to be a kind of interaction between the Human Clan and the Demon Clan.

But the two clans had always been competing in the dark. After all, the geniuses that emerged from the two clans would definitely become the backbone of their respective clans when they matured.

Therefore, every Martial Arts Competition was seen as a competition of strength between the future pillars of the two clans. The more victories one obtained, the higher the ranking one obtained, and the stronger one's strength!

In the Martial Arts Competition between the two clans, Xiong Lou's methods were cruel. Not only did he win consecutively, he also crippled several geniuses from the Human Clan.

"I didn't expect Xiong Lou to be so famous. But his strength is only so-so. He is no match for me."

Luo Zheng's face was full of disapproval. He smiled at Sun Xiuying and said, "Look!"

He waved his hand and a pair of wings that emitted a silver light immediately flew out and landed in Sun Xiuying's hand.

This pair of wings was about the size of two palms. Each of the white metal feathers looked like snow from afar. But up close, they looked like treasured swords. They emitted an incomparably sharp aura and emitted a cold light.

"What a beautiful pair of wings. This is a mid-grade treasure!"

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