The moment she stepped into the ancient castle, Yun Zheng could feel that the strength in her body was not being drawn away, but being forcibly suppressed.
After entering, what caught my eyes was a group of masked cultivators. A large number of them were engaged in a melee at the moment, and only a small number of them were watching the fight from the side.
It can be seen that those watching the game are family elders or captains who lead the team to gain experience.
Among those spiritual cultivators participating in the melee, probably 90% are young people.
Mu Yin was a little excited and asked quietly, "They're fighting. Should we just go in?"
Yun Zheng: "You go first."
Mu Yin was stunned, his face suddenly falling. "A Zheng, this isn't good, right? If I go in alone, won't I get beaten up by the crowd?!"
Yun Zheng smiled and asked, "Don't you become stronger the more you get beaten?"
"Although what he said is true..." Mu Yin was still a little scared. If Brother Lan and the others accompanied him, he would definitely not be afraid. After all, he would have someone to accompany him when he got beaten.
Yun Zheng paused slightly, turned her head to look at the group, and said slowly, "Come on together, let me see what your current physical strength is. No objections are allowed."
She said, and added another sentence.
"Just get on with it, don't talk nonsense."
These words forced back all the objections in their hearts.
Mu Yin, Feng Xinglan and Yan Chen looked at each other tacitly, and then took the lead and plunged into the melee.
When Dai Xiuzhu and the others saw this, they hurriedly followed.
Qi Po also limped into the melee.
Yun Zheng walked aside and watched their battle silently.
A Yin, Yan Chen and Lan obviously had a foundation in physical cultivation. After they entered the melee circle, they calmly attacked those young spiritual cultivators and even counterattacked.
However, perhaps because they started from different points, the three of them gradually found themselves at a disadvantage.
As for Qi Po, he fought very seriously, but the strength of his attacks and defenses were too "weak", so he was beaten... badly.
Dai Xiuzhu is doing OK at the moment, as he has plenty of brute force, but two fists are no match for four hands, and he cannot withstand the simultaneous siege of several people.
Sun Zi and Sun Dongling's physical cultivation was very weak, to the point of being beaten up. They were treated like sandbags by the spiritual cultivators in the melee, and in a short while, they were almost unable to continue.
As for the last person, Yuezhou, his strength was actually the weakest among them, and he was beaten even worse.
Yun Zheng took in all these scenes and felt quite embarrassed.
Too weak.
You still have to get beaten more.
Yun Zheng calmly watched the eight of them being beaten at the same time. As time passed, Sun Zi, Sun Dongling and Yue Zhou were the first to be unable to hold on. They wanted to escape from the melee, but before they could escape, they were suddenly pulled back.
The three were in a very dire situation.
Yun Zheng then moved and pulled the three of them out.
The three people from Yuezhou collapsed directly at Yun Zheng's feet. They were gasping for breath, a fishy-sweet taste surged in their throats, and their bodies were in great pain. They could only fall to the ground helplessly.
Sun Zi cried out in tears, "Senior Sister Yun... I... I can't take it anymore."
His voice was very hoarse, like that of an old man in his twilight years.
Yun Zheng said calmly, "Once you're here, you can't say no. Take a pill first, and then we can fight again in an hour."
Yun Zheng took out three bottles of pills and distributed them to the three of them.
Even though Yuezhou was seriously injured, after hearing Yunzheng's words, he still responded without any complaints: "Okay."
Because he knew Junior Sister Yun’s good intentions.
Sun Dongling silently clenched the pill bottle with her fingers, and asked in a somewhat unconvinced tone: "Senior Sister Yun, why don't you go in and fight?!"
Yun Zheng lowered her eyes to look at her and said calmly, "How about I give you the position of Senior Sister? Let you lead the team?"
After these words were spoken, Sun Dongling's face turned pale.
"I'm sorry, Senior Sister..."
Her voice gradually lowered.
Yun Zheng ignored her and focused on watching the people in the melee. What she didn't expect was that Qi Po could hold on for so long.
Another quarter of an hour later, Dai Xiuzhu and Qi Po were defeated almost at the same time.
Now only Lan and three others have not fallen down. They have been beaten a lot before, so it is not surprising to Yun Zheng that they can hold on for so long.
But Dai Xiuzhu and the others didn't think so. After all, they also knew the cultivation levels of Feng Xinglan and the other two. With their cultivation levels, it was impossible for them to hold on for so long.
Dai Xiuzhu asked in shock: "Junior Sister Yun, are they hiding their true cultivation level?"
Yun Zheng replied, "No, they practiced physical cultivation."
Dai Xiuzhu suddenly understood.
"I see. I thought their true cultivation was higher than mine."
At this time, Qi Po asked with a worried look on his face, "Boss, how long are we going to train here? I feel like all my bones are broken, and my flesh and blood have become blurred. I can't take it anymore!"
When the time of cultivation here was mentioned, Dai Xiuzhu and others instantly turned their attention over, staring at Yun Zheng with anticipation.
Yun Zheng said, "You must concentrate on practicing physical skills. If you perform well, it will take three or four days. If you perform poorly, it will take about half a month."
Qi Po and Sun Zi immediately wailed in pain.
In other words, they will be beaten for several days, or even more than ten days!
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