I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 34 First 25
The fourth and last day of the outer door test.

There are only 50 contestants left, and Zhang Zheng is among them.

After drawing lots as usual, he went to the corresponding arena and waited. Zhang Zheng quietly circulated the spiritual energy in his whole body.

"Hmm..." She couldn't help groaning in pain, the unobstructed spiritual energy was blocked when it reached the dantian, and the pain was unbearable.

He couldn't help but smiled wryly, it seemed that he was seriously injured in the battle yesterday, even though he was alive, he still couldn't fully heal.

"Haha...Junior Sister Zhang, don't come here unharmed."

This hearty and open-minded voice, Zhang Zheng looked up, it was Yan Chan!

During the two years of hard training in the martial arts arena, Senior Brother Yan has fought her no less than ten times, which can be said to have witnessed her rapid and amazing growth in the past two years.

Zhang Zheng smiled back, and took the lead in cupping his hands and said, "Senior Brother Yan, don't come here without any problems..."

Yan Chan laughed loudly, and directly threw out the golden sledgehammer, which was so powerful that it made the ring tremble twice when it hit the ring.

"I haven't seen you for eight years, and I don't know where Zhang Shimei is hiding. Today, senior brother, I, this sledgehammer, have to ask my senior sister for advice."

He was still the warlike madman back then.

Zhang Zheng responded openly with a smile: "Junior Sister, although my strength has not improved, Senior Brother has to be careful, don't be tricked to death by Junior Sister again!"

These words reminded him of the embarrassment of being thrown off the ring in the first competition, Yan Chan smiled resentfully.

"Don't mention Junior Sister, I feel ashamed."

After saying that, Yan Chan easily twisted the sledgehammer and threw it at Zhang Zheng.

Zhang Zheng strayed away and attacked from behind with a spiritual blade.

"Zheng-"

The spirit blade pierced Yan Chan's skin, but it was like hard metal touching, and there was a piercing clang, and sparks splashed faintly.

After failing to hit him, Zhang Zheng hurriedly backed away to keep a distance from him.

Yan Chan's generous palm touched his own neck that had been scratched by the knife, and grinned, "This is not enough, Junior Sister!"

"Golden Wind Needle Rain!"

The dense golden light all over the sky suddenly appeared, the golden light was slender and sharp, hanging around, suddenly turned, all pointed at Zhang Zheng.

The sharp needles shone with a cold light, as if they could penetrate the strongest shield in the world, which was terrifying to the eye.

Zhang Zheng's eyes froze, and his hands were imprinted like afterimages.

Accompanied by Yincheng, a billowing water curtain rose out of thin air, enveloping Zhang Zheng in it.

This is the spell she comprehended from the big formation when she was cultivating demons. Although it is not one percent of the power of the big formation, it can also be used here for a moment.

"go with!"

Yan Chan shouted loudly, the spikes all over the sky moved suddenly, and shot at Zhang Zheng menacingly.

The water curtain meets the golden light, and there are loud bangs.

The golden light was annihilated, and the water curtain trembled, leaving only a thin layer, which seemed to be pierced with a finger.

Yan Chan had expected that it would be impossible to defeat Zhang Zheng so easily. After all, his junior sister had made rapid progress, and he was on par with him.

Regarding this, Yan Chan didn't hesitate at all, he squatted down, sank into his dantian, and raised the sledgehammer above his head with both hands.

Dazzling golden light rushed from his body to the sledgehammer in his hand like a tide, and the already radiant sledgehammer seemed to be a veritable golden hammer at this moment.

The sledgehammer was still growing, and its radiance was so bright that it almost blinded people's eyes.

The moment the sledgehammer fell with a bang, Zhang Zheng rushed to the side.

"Three feet of thunder!"

Zhang Zheng activated the Sky Thunder Talisman, and the clear sky was suddenly overturned by the rapidly accumulating dark clouds.

Ziqiong's electric light is like a swimming dragon rolling through layers of dark clouds, roaring and roaring earth-shattering.

The radiant golden hammer also looked vulnerable and eclipsed under the lightning and thunder.

That's it!

Taking advantage of the moment when Yan Chan was startled by this change, Zhang Zheng galloped forward, and the majestic spiritual power already accumulated in his hands turned into a giant blade and slashed at him.

Yan Chan suddenly turned his head, the enlarged sharp blade in front of him was less than a finger away, and his eyes were crystal blue with the tyrannical aura.

"Golden body protection!" He retreated rapidly, while calling out the golden light to protect the whole body.

The giant blade slashed at Yan Chan's body, and there were bursts of roars, stirring up dust and dust all over the sky.

The crazy spirit blade disintegrated inch by inch, and all the golden light on Yan Chan's body was also broken, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He roughly wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth. Although his face was pale, his eyes were bright and passionate, and he grinned and said, "Junior Sister Zhang, do you think I will still be fooled?"

Zhang Zheng was noncommittal, glanced at him, and said with a smile, "Oh? Brother, why don't you look behind you."

Yan Chan was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look back, and just bumped into the golden hammer that was hitting head-on.

With a loud bang, Yan Chan's figure had been slammed down under the ring, and what was pressing on him was his beloved magic weapon, the sledgehammer.

On the ring, Zhang Zheng cupped his hands and said, "Brother Yan, this time my sister won again by luck."

Beside her, a thick and sturdy vine swung wildly with its teeth and claws, so arrogantly, it was the culprit who swung the sledgehammer and smashed Yan Chan out of the ring.

Yan Chan got up, didn't care about winning or losing, and said with an open-minded smile: "Junior Sister Zhang, I really have you. This time I lost to you, brother, come again next time!"

Zhang Zheng knew that this senior brother was a veritable battle fanatic with an open-minded heart, so she talked and joked with him like this.

It seems to be tit for tat, but in fact it is friendly.

Zhang Zheng also smiled and promised to fight again next time.

So far, the vigorous outer door test has finally come to an end.

The top 25 monks are determined, and all of them can become inner disciples.

Of course, there are also those who performed well but failed to enter the top 25. If the elders of the inner sect favor them or their disciples recommend them to the elders, they can also be promoted to the inner sect.

The ceremony of entering the inner sect will be held ten days later. At that time, the head of the sect and the elders of the inner sect will all be present. Everyone will have the opportunity to be accepted as personal disciples by the elders, and they will soar into the sky.

If you don't get the appreciation of the elders, you can also choose to join the same branch and become an ordinary disciple of the inner sect, which is also a good place to go.

In the next few days, Zhang Zheng meditated and recovered from his injuries, so he was no longer busy practicing.

The two little girls often practice swords in the courtyard, and Zhang Zheng sits on the stone bench in the courtyard to admire them. She is not a swordsman, and she has nothing to guide in this matter.

From time to time, I will guide the spells and impart some practice experience.

The two little girls were a little shy at first, but they let go after two days, and the relationship between the three became closer.

On this day, the little girls got up in the morning and finished their sword practice, and went to Kejia classroom to attend lectures as usual.

After they all left, Zhang Zheng was the only one left in the courtyard.

Oh no, she looked up, and there was this sweet-scented osmanthus tree above her head, and the flowers and plants on the ground were also flourishing. How could she be considered lonely?
Suddenly, an inspiration flashed, and the act of burying flowers in the past came to the fore.

Zhang Zheng recalled the place where the flowers were buried, and caressed them with his bare hands. He closed his eyes and felt the ruined petals on the ground, which were about to turn into spring mud to protect the flowers.

Will it ever bloom?

the hazy voice asked.

Zhang Zheng stood up and looked at the trembling sapling under the osmanthus tree, and a small light yellow flower swaying on top of it.

Will do.

She whispered unconsciously, answering the previous questions.

(End of this chapter)