Entering Taoism from the womb

Jiang Ping'an had been waiting for a letter from his mother for seven days. When he began to worry about what might happen to his mother, he finally waited for a letter from Jiang Shuyue.

The letter mentioned the address and asked him to come over and find his way around when he was free.

On the day of receiving the letter, there was no competition, so Jiang Pingan took Jiang Yiyi and Chen Donglai to see Jiang Shuyue.

The courtyard where Jiang Shuyue rented was in Xuanyangfang. The courtyard was not big and she hired two maids to do odd jobs.

Xuanyangfang is not far from Taiwu Mansion, only two miles apart. It takes about one stick of incense (half an hour) by carriage. It is expected that Jiang Shuyue intends to rent a house near Taiwu Mansion.

In the small hall, Jiang Ping'an, Jiang Shuyue and Jiang Yiyi were sitting together talking.

Jiang Yiyi asked about the soap shop. Jiang Shuyue shook her head and said: "Yujing is the capital of the country. Crouching tigers, hidden dragons. Powerful people in the Shenzang realm can be seen everywhere in Yujing. Yujing can be a mixed bag of dragons and snakes. I have discovered in the past few days that There were two or three fights in the dark alley. I have to wait for a while before I can advance to the Dragon Transformation Realm."

It turned out that she was worried that the soap shop would attract covetous people, and she could not deter them just by relying on her strength at the fifth level of the Divine Treasure Realm.

After dark, Jiang Pingan and Jiang Yiyi returned to Taiwu Mansion.

The first ranking competition has finally arrived. The top two students from the nineteen winning teams, a total of thirty-eight students, and the remaining ten students (the top ten students who won the second ranking competition) are drawn together to be divided into arenas.

The competition rules are divided into four arenas, and the winners of each arena will compete with each other to compete for the final chief student.

Jiang Ping'an drew lots and was assigned to Arena C, No. 3.

The lottery results were posted. When Jiang Ping'an saw his name, he also saw Zhao Zhenming's name. Zhao Zhenming was also in the C ring, and was the number one.

According to the rules of the competition, he will have a three-person melee with Zhao Zhenming and Yuan Ruolan, No. 2 in Arena C, and only one person can win.

"I didn't expect that you and I would still have a fight."

A voice came, and Jiang Pingan turned around to look. It was Zhao Zhenming.

Zhao Zhenming was dressed as a noble prince of the Hou family, with a purple gold crown on his head, the ribbon binding his hair fluttering in the wind, a moon-white brocade robe, the collar and cuffs were trimmed with fine silver threads, and a jade belt around his waist. She was wearing a warm jade pendant and a pair of black moiré boots.

His sword-shaped eyebrows and starry-eyed face were upturned, which did not give off the feeling of arrogance, but instead gave off a noble and reserved look, as if he was born this way.

Jiang Ping'an didn't hear the hidden meaning in Zhao Zhenming's words, but felt that Zhao Zhenming's words were too arrogant. In the Taiwu Mansion, even the princesses and princes have to compete in the ring in person. What can you, the son of the eldest son of the Zhennan Marquis Mansion, be so special about?

"Then what?" He said with a hint of sarcasm, disdainfully pointing out that Zhao Zhenming was arrogant.

Zhao Zhenming, however, gave an unexpected answer: "It's okay, let you experience the gap between the mortal body and the top combat body, and understand why the mortal body is destined to be mediocre."

"Let you know why daddy doesn't like you."

"I also want you to know what kind of tragedy it was when your mother insisted on giving birth to you."

Jiang Ping'an couldn't help but sneered: "I really wish I could be in the ring right now so that I could punch you in the face."

"First, Zhao Yingpeng is only your Zhao Zhenming's father, not mine, Jiang Ping'an, so why should I need him to like me."

"Second, if my mother had not insisted on giving birth to me, you would not have had the chance to come into this world. You should see my mother once, kneel down and kowtow once to express gratitude. Ordinary people repay their kindness with drops of water, but you ridicule my mother. , how ungrateful!”

"You are standing in front of me, why are you so proud?"

Zhao Zhenming's face showed a little embarrassment, and he said with a hint of irritation: "Talking is always just talking, it can't create real trouble. When we get to the ring, let's see how you talk to my sword with your words!"

After saying that, he threw up his sleeves and walked away.

After the drawing of lots, within a stick of incense time, the competition for the top spot began.

In Arena C, Jiang Pingan, Zhao Zhenming and Yuan Ruolan stepped onto the arena under the gaze of many students.

Yuan Ruolan is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl from a beautiful family. She has a delicate figure and a temperament like an orchid. She is in the late Yuan Hai realm.

As soon as she entered the ring, she approached Jiang Ping'an and whispered quickly: "How about we join forces to defeat Zhao Zhenming first?"

Although Jiang Pingan's mortal body was considered a rumor by many students, they still labeled Jiang Pingan as relatively weak, thinking that Jiang Pingan won by following Princess Bai Ling.

As for Zhao Zhenming, he showed great strength in the team competition and is considered one of the strong candidates for chief student.

"Okay." Jiang Ping'an responded with a smile.

Yuan Ruolan added: "I am proficient in magic."

"I am proficient in martial arts." Jiang Ping'an also said.

Under the ring, most of the disciples of the Zhennan Hou Mansion gathered together to watch the battle.

"The good-for-nothing has finally reached the end of his luck when he meets his true master." A disciple of the Zhennan Hou Mansion said jealously.

His dignified son from the Zhennan Hou Mansion failed to enter the first ranking competition, and his face was quite dull.

The other disciples of the Zhennan Hou Mansion laughed one after another: "This is called Demonic Fog seeing the sun. With just one look from the True Master, that waste can evaporate and reveal its true form!"

"I hope that the destined son will not be too kind and soft-hearted, give him a good beating, teach him a lesson, and let him know what it means to be respectful and humble."

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Of course, Zhao Jinglian was also watching the fight under the ring. Her face was full of anticipation and excitement, waiting to see her brother beat that good-for-nothing and help her vent her anger.

Although he knew that the good-for-nothing would soon be "transferred", before the "transcendence", he had to give the good-for-nothing a good beating in public so that the true nature of the good-for-nothing could be exposed, which would give him some relief.

Princess Bai Ling was also watching the battle below the ring, and her competition was in the third game of another ring.

Jiang Ping'an is a teammate who has fought alongside her and is a neighbor in her dormitory, so she is still willing to pay attention to him.

Moreover, Zhao Zhenming, who is fighting against Jiang Ping'an, is also one of her strong opponents in the election to win the title of chief student.

That's right, she didn't think Jiang Pingan could win at all.

In addition to Princess Bai Ling, other members of the original No. 135 team were also watching the battle under the ring, standing next to Princess Bai Ling.

Zhang Jingtian and Lu Zhaisheng both failed to enter the top ten of the second list and missed the first list competition.

However, they were still not convinced that Jiang Pingan could participate in the first ranking competition. They believed that Jiang Pingan deliberately showed weakness at the beginning to paralyze them and seize the opportunity.

"I hope Brother Jiang can win." Hong Feng said sincerely and expectantly.

His information is relatively limited, and Zhao Zhenming's strength is not yet known.

Lu Zhaisheng immediately laughed and said: "That's impossible!"

"Why?" Hong Feng asked.

Zhang Jingtian pointed at Zhao Zhenming on the ring and smiled with a sense of superiority: "Do you know who he is?"

"Who?" Hong Feng asked doubtfully.

Zhang Jingtian smiled like a country bumpkin who has no eyesight: "Zhao Zhenming, the son of the heir apparent of the Zhennan Hou Mansion."

"Oh -, it turns out he is Zhao Zhenming," Hong Feng suddenly realized. "As soon as he opened the mansion, he allowed the evil slave to kick down the doors of other students."

"No, who asked you to remember this!" Zhang Jingtian said angrily, "Zhao Zhenming is of noble birth and has extremely strong blood. It is said that he also has Yuan Hai's vision."

Hong Feng couldn't help but look shocked and envious: "Zhao Zhenming has a vision of Yuan Hai? That's amazing! Brother Jiang has no chance of winning."

"I heard that Zhao Zhenming has been practicing on Pudu Mountain, one of the two holy places of spiritual practice in the Daqian Kingdom, since he was a child. He was personally taught by the monks on Pudu Mountain." Lu Zhaisheng couldn't help but interrupt, showing that he was well-informed, "His first Kai Yuanhai Over ten thousand feet, he is a genius among geniuses!”

"Ah -" Hong Feng exclaimed again, extremely shocked, "Then Brother Jiang really has no chance of winning."

Zhang Jingtian smiled and said: "Compared with Zhao Zhenming, Jiang Ping'an is like a firefly to the bright moon in the sky, and is not worth mentioning at all!"

"Yes, it's the difference between Ni Yun!" Lu Zhaisheng also asserted.

Princess Bai Ling couldn't stand it anymore and said in displeasure: "Jiang Ping'an was once our teammate. You are too ambitious and have destroyed your own prestige!"

"The princess taught you a lesson." Zhang Jingtian and Lu Zhaisheng hurriedly smiled at Princess Bailing, "No matter whether Jiang Pingan can win or not, we must cheer for him."

Princess Bai Ling hummed: "If he is defeated easily, your faces will be even more shameless, because you are not even as good as Jiang Pingan!"

The smiles on Zhang Jingtian and Lu Zhaisheng's faces suddenly froze and turned red, with very embarrassed expressions.