"Senior Brother Sun …" The training field had disappeared. Lu Ping came to Sun Yingsheng's side and looked at the crazy Sun Yingsheng that he didn't recognize.
Sun Yingsheng turned his head and saw that it was Lu Ping. His expression softened, but he didn't pay much attention to him. He raised his hand and the small medicine bottle that Yan Ge left at the edge of the second circle flew into his hand. He stuffed it into his clothes. No one responded to his shout. Sun Yingsheng then walked to Guo Wei's side and looked at Guo Wei coldly as he climbed up from the ground.
"Who else?" He asked.
Guo Wei was silent.
"Where's Sun Jianzhao?" Sun Yingsheng asked again.
Guo Wei still didn't answer.
Sun Yingsheng sneered and glanced around. His eyes then fell on a Bei Dou Gate disciple in Phecda Peak's uniform and walked straight towards him.
That person saw Sun Yingsheng walking towards him and more or less guessed his intention, but he didn't dodge. Who would a Bei Dou Gate disciple in the second circle of the Seven Star List be afraid of? This person stared coldly at Sun Yingsheng.
After a few steps, Sun Yingsheng was already in front of him.
"Where's Sun Jianzhao?" Sun Yingsheng asked.
The other sneered.
"Are you mistaken?" This person said, "I'm not Sun Jianzhao's disciple."
Within the second circle, most of the disciples were from the seven peaks. And among them, the most were the disciples of the seven academicians. This person was one of the disciples of Wang Xin, the academician of Phecda Peak, and addressed Sun Jianzhao as Senior Sister. His tone was obviously not as respectful to Sun Jianzhao as Guo Wei.
"I asked you, where's Sun Jianzhao?" Sun Yingsheng didn't care what the other person said and just asked.
"You brat!" Sun Yingsheng's aggressive posture made the other person a little annoyed. He stepped forward and tore Sun Jianzhao's clothes.
Sun Yingsheng was not afraid and just looked at the other person.
"Haha." The other person suddenly laughed again, let go of Sun Jianzhao, and said calmly, "It seems that I need to teach you a lesson on behalf of Senior Sister Sun, to let you understand her care for you!"
"Challenge." He looked straight at Sun Yingsheng, his eyes suddenly became cold.
Sun Yingsheng didn't hesitate and casually grabbed into his clothes. He threw several Seven Star Tokens into the air.
However, the other party was still sneering. He pointed at Guo Wei and said, "Do you think that if he used his Divine Weapon, you would be the one standing now?"
"What a pity." He looked at the Seven Stars Order that flew away from him. He shook his head and said, "I won't take care of you like that."
As soon as he finished speaking, his Soul Force surged.
Like a dark cloud covering the sky, a mass of darkness instantly shrouded this Phecda Peak disciple and Song Yuan disciple.
The immense pressure made him lose the ability to move in an instant. Before he had time to be surprised, a cold light suddenly flashed in the darkness.
Everything ended after this cold light flashed. Dark red blood blossomed on his chest.
His face was filled with shock as he watched the darkness fade away. Sun Yingsheng smiled coldly, and then his gaze fell onto Sun Yingsheng's waist.
A mass of darkness was entwined there, and a streak of cold light had just entered the darkness.
The black gas dispersed. What appeared at Sun Yingsheng's waist seemed to be a belt.
But now that they looked closely, they found that it wasn't a belt, but a sword. It was wrapped around his waist, and it even had a scabbard. That streak of cold light had entered the scabbard.
"Divine Weapon? Who doesn't have one? "Sun Yingsheng said.
That Phecda Peak disciple had already fallen.
Being struck so directly by the Divine Weapon, this sword strike caused him to be severely injured.
The surroundings were silent.
Everyone finally remembered. Who was Sun Yingsheng?
He was the eldest son of the Sun Clan, the wealthy Sun Clan of Hanoi.
To many cultivators, a Divine Weapon was something that could only be found by chance. But to the eldest son of the Sun Clan, it was probably not a rare thing. A Divine Weapon that he would wear close to his body. It wouldn't be too bad.
Everyone just stared blankly. Sun Yingsheng didn't receive the Seven Star Token that he could win if he won. He didn't even take back his own Seven Star Token.
Because he already saw the person he was looking for appear in the crowd.
Sun Zhao.
The first disciple of Phecda Peak. When she appeared. Everyone silently opened up a path for her. She stood there, looking at Guo Wei, who had been defeated, showing an ashamed expression. She saw that her fellow sect member had already lost consciousness.
She looked at Sun Yingsheng.
"You finally appeared." Sun Yingsheng smiled coldly. "How many more disciples do you have, did you bring them along?"
Sun Bianzhao only stared at him in silence.
"What do you want, hurry up and say something!" Sun Yingsheng shouted.
"Come with me," Sun Jianzhao said as he turned around and left the crowd.
Sun Yingsheng was taken aback for a moment, but then he sneered and strode forward to catch up.
Where were they going?
Everyone watched as Sun Zhao walked further and further away. She did not stop even after the second round. Everyone immediately knew that the bet between this pair of siblings had nothing to do with the Seven Star Trials.
What would the result be? Even though many people were curious, but no one would follow. Sun Zhao left with Sun Yingsheng. Her attitude was clear. They were going to find a place to settle privately.
After the second round, peace was restored.
The Seven Star Order that was abandoned by Sun Yingsheng was quickly taken away. Of the two who were injured, the one who was seriously injured was taken away for treatment. Guo Wei, on the other hand, was regulating his breathing.
No one took advantage of the injured to challenge them. The second round was full of powerhouses. They would not do such an unfair thing. As for the injured, they knew that they had no chance of winning in this situation. So after regulating his breathing for a while, Guo Wei got up and left. It was considered that he had voluntarily withdrawn from the Seven Star Trials.
The battles in the inner circle were like this. Most of the time, it was not necessary to fight in person to determine the winner.
After Sun Yingsheng's challenge ended, there were no more battles in the second round for the time being.
Yan Xize, who was on the rooftop of the Seven Star Tower, had finished his lunch. Lu Ping, who he had been paying attention to the most, didn't get a chance to fight, and no one challenged him in the entire second circle. He was so bored that he started yawning. Then he asked the seven academicians next to him, "Hey, those people don't even fight. So, how are you going to select the academicians?"
Dean Xu Mai smiled and said, "We can still choose."
"How?" Yan Xize asked.
"Take your time," Xu Mai said.
"Isn't that as good as not saying anything?" Yan Xize mumbled.
"Young Master Yan, just watch patiently," Xu Mai said.
"I'm just impatient. That's why I'm asking you," Yan Xize shouted. Everyone on the rooftop frowned again. If it was not for his father's name, they would have kicked this little brat off the stage long ago.
"If I knew this was going to happen, I would have followed those two and watched," Yan Xize mumbled.
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