Ping Yang City, Central Square!
Seeing that Wu Zhengjun's cultivation had risen from the early seventh-grade Martial Disciple to the early ninth-grade Martial Disciple in just a few minutes, Wu Junda immediately became nervous.
At this moment, he turned his head to look at the east side of the square, at the middle-aged man standing among the Wu Clan's crowd.
"Admit defeat!" After careful consideration, although the middle-aged man did not say anything, the meaning of his mouth was that he wanted Wu Junda to admit defeat quickly. Saving his life was more important.
"I admit defeat!" After receiving the middle-aged man's signal, Wu Junda, who cherished his life, did not care whether Wu Zhengjun had finished his breakthrough or not. He immediately opened his mouth to admit defeat.
Unfortunately, all the experts and experts of the various sects were now focused on Wu Zhengjun. No one cared whether Wu Junda won or lost.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Wu Junda's face instantly darkened. He coldly looked at Wu Zhengjun, then unwillingly turned around to leave.
"Did I say you could leave?!" Just as Wu Junda was about to turn around and leave, Wu Zhengjun's terrifying voice came from behind him.
After turning around and seeing Wu Zhengjun's beast-like eyes, Wu Junda felt as if his heart had been struck by a heavy blow. As he took a few steps back, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Wu Junda was instantly shrouded in fear. He forced himself to yell out loud. Just one look was enough to hurt his mind.
"Wu Zhengjun, I've already admitted defeat. According to the rules of the competition, you can't attack me anymore!"
"Is that so?" After asking, Wu Zhengjun chuckled coldly. Then, ignoring the rules of the competition, he disappeared at a speed that most people could not see clearly.
When the crowd saw Wu Zhengjun clearly, they were shocked to find that not only was he standing in front of Wu Junda, but his right hand had already reached into Wu Junda's chest.
"You dare to kill me!" Feeling his heart being held tightly, Wu Junda asked in disbelief.
Who was he?!
He was the only son of the Clan Head of the Wu Clan and the first successor of the Wu Clan. He was the person who could control the situation in Ping Yang City in the future.
Such an illustrious and honorable identity was actually killed by a disciple who was not valued by the clan. A feeling of not being able to die in peace welled up in his heart.
"Wu Zhengjun, how dare you kill my son!" It wasn't just Wu Junda who didn't dare to believe that Wu Zhengjun would dare to kill him. Even the Wu Family Patriarch and the Wu Family's upper echelons didn't dare to believe it.
Wu Zhengjun sneered as he turned his head to look at the middle-aged man who had just berated him. Then, he slowly withdrew his hand.
Following the outstretched palm, the crowd saw a beating heart in the palm.
"Wu Zhengjun, my father will never let you off!"
Absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into one's body made a martial artist's life force very strong. Even a martial artist in the Martial Disciple realm could still live for a few more seconds after his heart left his body.
Therefore, Wu Zhengjun cursed resentfully when he saw Wu Zhengjun dig out his heart.
"I'll be waiting!" Wu Zhengjun said fearlessly as he clenched his right hand and crushed the beating heart.
Along with the shattering of his heart, Wu Junda closed his eyes and fell heavily to the ground.
Right after Wu Zhengjun killed Wu Junda, the fifteen experts from the first-rate sects who had been waiting for him exploded with their fastest speed to arrive in front of Wu Zhengjun. Then, they began to promise all sorts of tempting conditions.
Wu Zhengjun's expression didn't change in the slightest in the face of all these promises. He first raised his head to look at the seven experts from the top sects on the high platform, then bowed.
Wu Zhengjun knew that he had broken the rules of the competition by killing Wu Junda, who had admitted defeat. Not only did the seven experts on the high platform not stop him, but they also didn't say a word of reprimand. This was because they had seen the transformation he had just undergone.
However, just as his body was transforming, Wu Zhengjun had a feeling in his heart. He felt that only by following that person would he be able to improve his cultivation and strength by leaps and bounds. Only then would he be able to save his life in the future.
Therefore, he already had a clear goal for his next choice. He had to reject the seven experts on the high platform who were obviously biased towards him.
When they saw Wu Zhengjun bow, except for Ouyang Aoxue, who had already obtained Yu Siqi and wasn't interested in male cultivators, the other six experts' faces darkened.
This was because they knew that Wu Zhengjun, who had revealed his special constitution, already had a sect he liked. Moreover, the sect he liked wasn't one of the seven top sects.
The narrow-minded Liu Guangyuan looked coldly at Wu Zhengjun and couldn't help but snort coldly.
At the same time, he thought to himself, "Boy, if the sect you like has a grudge against the Yuxu Temple, then don't blame me for using the rules of the competition to eliminate you in advance!"
Seeing that Wu Zhengjun had rejected the seven top sects, the experts from the 15 first-rate sects couldn't help but rejoice in their hearts. As long as the seven top sects didn't participate in the competition, then all 15 of them would have a chance to fight for Wu Zhengjun.
However, before the fifteen experts from the first-rate sects could act on their joy, Wu Zhengjun bowed to them in the same way.
"Young friend, what do you mean by this?" the expert from the Iron Blood Sect asked with a puzzled expression.
"Senior, I'm sorry. I already have a sect I like!" After answering the question of the expert from the Iron Blood Sect, Wu Zhengjun walked towards the south side of the square, which belonged to the second-rate sects.
Seeing Wu Zhengjun walking towards him, Yu Haoran was shocked and couldn't help but guess.
Could the sect Wu Zhengjun like be the Hundred Chi Gate?
If Wu Zhengjun really joined the Hundred Chi Gate, then his rebirth would change his future greatly.
"Brother Haoran!" Wu Zhengjun greeted Yu Haoran solemnly as he walked up to him.
"Wu Zhengjun, with your special constitution, the Iron Blood Sect, one of the top sects, is the most suitable sect for you!"
Although Wu Zhengjun didn't say much, Yu Haoran already knew what he was thinking.
However, Wu Zhengjun's decision to abandon the Iron Blood Sect and join the Hundred Chi Gate would definitely affect his future progress. Therefore, he could only try his best to return things to their original course.
"Zhengjun will be wherever brother Haoran is!" Wu Zhengjun replied resolutely in the face of Yu Haoran's persuasion.
"Wu Zhengjun, I am the person in charge of recruiting disciples for the Hundred Chi Gate. I agree to your request to join the Hundred Chi Gate!" Just as Yu Haoran was about to continue persuading Wu Zhengjun to choose the Iron Blood Sect again, Chu Zhongyu, who had barely calmed down, hurriedly interrupted him and invited him warmly.
If the person who had rejected Wu Zhengjun hadn't been Yu Haoran but Huang Zonghua, Chu Zhongyu would have already taken out his position as the eldest senior brother and fiercely reprimanded him.
Wu Zhengjun had a special constitution, talent, and potential, and was a peerless genius. He was the dream disciple of all the sects present.
If such a disciple voluntarily joined the Hundred Chi Gate, the Hundred Chi Gate would be overjoyed. How could they forcefully reject him?
However, Yu Haoran was different!
Not only was his talent and potential no weaker than Wu Zhengjun's, but the reason Wu Zhengjun was willing to join the Hundred Chi Gate was probably because of Yu Haoran.
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