Becoming a Disciple of Thousand Springs
Under such circumstances, Lu Wen's childish face was filled with pride and arrogance.
In just a short while, Lu Wen had already won nine matches in a row. He only needed one more to become a registered disciple.
"Amazing! This Lu Wen is actually so strong. It's very likely that he'll be taken in as a direct disciple. "
"Direct disciple! It's said that in the Glory Sect, only Solid Body realm experts can obtain the title of direct disciple. These people are extremely strong. If you can be taken in as a disciple, you can do whatever you want. "
"It's a pity that these direct disciples of the Glory Sect won't take a liking to us."
Some of the youths looked enviously at Lu Wen, who was on the stage.
"Number seven thousand and fifty."
At this moment, the old man in charge of the arena called out Luo Zheng's number.
"I saw it. Your luck isn't too good." Luo Zheng was stunned for a moment. He silently mourned for Lu Wen in his heart and slowly walked up the arena.
"Blockhead, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and get up here." Lu Wen stood on the arena and ordered arrogantly.
"Blockhead?"
Luo Zheng looked at the youths around him. His height was indeed outstanding. After swallowing the Yellow Dragon Fruit, Luo Zheng's body had developed extremely well. He was almost no different from an adult.
In the past, he didn't feel this way. Now that he was standing with someone younger than him, he seemed like a crane in a flock of chickens.
"This blockhead seems to be at the Bone Forging realm as well, and he's much older than Lu Wen. He's actually not afraid at all!"
"This Lu Wen is a disciple of the great Lu family. He cultivates a middle-grade human-class martial art. That youth's clothes are ordinary, and he's from a poor family. How can he be Lu Wen's match? "
Luo Zheng suppressed his cultivation aura. He looked no different from an ordinary Bone Forging expert, so his aura was not as strong as Lu Wen's.
Many people were discussing. The Blackwater Dynasty was the same as the Hundred Battles Dynasty. They respected the strong, and everyone worshipped the strong.
Lu Wen was two years younger than Luo Zheng, but their cultivation was the same. In the eyes of others, Lu Wen's potential was greater. Most people thought that he could win.
"Blockhead, you're no match for me. Admit defeat!"
Lu Wen stared at Luo Zheng, his face full of contempt.
"Hahaha, admit defeat? Little brat, aren't you too naive? "
Luo Zheng couldn't help but laugh. Lu Wen was only a child, only thirteen years old. Moreover, he came from a large clan, so he was white and tender. He was a completely immature child, yet he actually wanted him to admit defeat?
"What? Calling me a brat! You are courting death! "
Lu Wen felt humiliated, and a vicious aura erupted from his body. His face was ferocious, and the innocent child had turned into a demon in an instant!
Boom!
"Die!" His eyes were bloodshot, and his five fingers were like hooks, fiercely grabbing at Luo Zheng's neck, wanting to rip his throat apart.
"What a ferocious child. You want to take my life as soon as you attack. Let me teach you a good lesson!"
Luo Zheng smiled and stood motionless, looking as if he didn't care at all.
Luo Zheng's actions made Lu Wen feel even more belittled. He couldn't help but explode in anger. His two hands clawed out consecutively, and claw shadows filled the sky. Balls of Qi exploded, and the entire arena rumbled.
It was as if a demon god had descended to begin a massacre!
"Qi explosion! What powerful strength! Lu Wen is much stronger than the average Bone Forging stage. As expected of a descendant of the Lu family! "
"Not bad, not bad. This boy has great potential. If I take him as a disciple, it won't be long before the Sage Sect can cultivate another true disciple!"
Young geniuses were also scarce resources in the Thousand Springs Sect. Several true disciples were discussing. Lu Wen was only thirteen years old, and he already had a Bone Forging stage cultivation. It was enviable.
At this moment, the third arena suddenly erupted in waves of exclamations.
"How can this be!"
"Impossible, he lost in one move!"
"What kind of martial arts did this blockhead use? It seems like he reached out and grabbed Lu Wen."
Around the arena, everyone's mouths were wide open, looking at the arena in disbelief.
Luo Zheng was calm and composed. One hand clasped around Lu Wen's throat, lifting him up. Smiling, he said, "Little brat, do you still want me to admit defeat now?"
Lu Wen's entire face was distorted, as if he was going crazy. He struggled with all his strength, but it was completely useless. Luo Zheng's hands were like iron claws, not moving at all. "You, you … you still won't put me down. Our Lu family is in the Sage Sect, and our influence is strong. One of my clan brothers is a true disciple. If you dare to beat me, you'll be dead once you enter the sect …"
Luo Zheng was too lazy to speak, and threw him out.
Peng!
Lu Wen landed face first on the ground. His face was covered in blood, and he directly fainted.
"Luo Zheng wins!"
The old man presiding over the arena announced.
"Why is it this boy who won? Although this boy's strength is not bad, he's already fifteen years old. There's no value in cultivating him. "
The crowd of Thousand Springs Sect's true disciples saw that Luo Zheng had won, and were greatly surprised.
But there was no other way. The rules were rules. One could only become a nominal disciple if they won ten rounds in a row. If they lost this year, they would lose the qualification and could only come again next year.
Even Lu Wen was not Luo Zheng's opponent. The following youths on the arena were even more mediocre. Luo Zheng effortlessly won ten rounds in a row.
"Luo Zheng, come with me!"
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