Seeing this group of people, Xia Qing's slender eyebrows frowned slightly.
Sure enough, these guys came anyway.
Many geniuses who practice here are not qualified to practice permanently.
In order to encourage everyone to fight, the royal family allowed competitions and bets on training time.
No one wants to leave such a good place for training, so they will fight hard to get time for training.
These people especially like newcomers because they can earn a lot of practice time from such people.
Therefore, when they saw Jiang Ping An and Yun Huang, they immediately surrounded them.
"Don't say you don't dare? Are you so cowardly?" The young man in gorgeous clothes asked provocatively.
"It's so rubbish. I thought he was some kind of powerful person, but he turned out to be a coward."
The other fat monk's face was full of disdain, as if he was looking at a piece of garbage, and looked down upon him very much.
"People like them are trash, don't mind, don't challenge them." Another person mocked in a sinister way.
Hearing what they said, Yun Huang was a little angry.
However, she was not a fool and knew what their purpose was and ignored them.
Xia Qing glanced at Yun Huang and Jiang Ping An with satisfaction. These two young men were relatively stable in nature and would definitely not be fooled in the face of such a low-level provocation.
Just as he was about to take the two of them away, Jiang Ping An suddenly said, "Brother Foundation Establishment Realm, you can fight me."
Xia Qing: "..."
This kid is definitely rebellious. He will do whatever he is not allowed to do!
"You think you have a lot of time to practice, right?" Xia Qing raised his slender fingers and gave Jiang Ping An's head.
Jiang Ping An's eyes remained calm as he said, "I want to see what the gap is between me and these geniuses."
Jiang Ping An needs to find his own shortcomings in battle, so that he can be safer in the battle of life and death.
Sweat more now and bleed less in the future.
Xia Qing thought for a moment and nodded, "You only need to fight against monk Foundation Establishment Realm. You are not allowed to challenge monk Golden Core Realm."
With Jiang Ping An's current combat power, it shouldn't be a big problem to deal with monk Foundation Establishment Realm.
Jiang Ping An looked at the monk in front of him, "Foundation Establishment Realm monk, you can fight with me."
"Haha, I'll do it!"
A chubby monk shouted with excitement on his round face, "Do you dare to bet on thirty days of cultivation time?"
He saw that Jade Slip on Jiang Ping An's waist had three hundred and sixty days, and the other party should not be frightened if he made a thirty-day request.
"Okay."
Jiang Ping An agrees.
As he agreed to compete, a golden light suddenly appeared above the two of them, and the number "thirty" floated above their heads.
Above the sky, laws and runes flashed, and a Martial Arts Stage appeared.
The two were teleported up.
Jiang Ping An I was a little surprised when I encountered this kind of thing for the first time.
This Small World is in a league of its own, Rules.
You can see clearly through your right eye that the Martial Arts Stage under your feet is a combination of runes and energy.
Everyone who was practicing in Cultivation Grounds cast their gazes when they saw Martial Arts Stage appearing in the sky.
"Is there anyone competing?"
"There must be someone challenging the newbie again. It's so pitiful. You lose your training time just after you come in."
"Hehe, I want to go over and have a good time, maybe I can earn some practice time."
Some monks with time limits came one after another to see if they could also compete with the newcomers.
They like to teach these newcomers the most.
These newcomers are arrogant and blind, thinking that they are powerful in the outside world and can dominate here.
They are arrogant and will use their training time to compete with them. In the end, they will be taught a lesson and realize the reality.
"Why is this new guy Foundation Establishment? He looks like he is sixteen or seventeen years old, and his level is so low."
Many monks were extremely disappointed when they saw Jiang Ping An's cultivation.
The opponent's level is too low and there is no way to fight with him.
There are the fewest Foundation Establishment monks here, only a dozen or so, Golden Core dozens of people, and Nascent Soul hundreds of people.
On Martial Arts Stage, the little fat man looked at Jiang Ping An and said with a smile, "How about you attack first? If I do, I will be accused of bullying the newcomer."
"Yeah."
When Jiang Ping An saw that the opponent asked him to make the first move, he was not polite. He used Thunder Flash, instantly dodged in front of the opponent, and punched the opponent in the stomach.
"Bang!"
The little fat man felt like he was about to vomit out the food he had eaten for lunch, and his body flew backwards and away from the competition venue.
After leaving Martial Arts Arena, the number "thirty" on the little fat monk's head disappeared, and the number Jade Slip on Jiang Ping An's waist changed to three hundred and ninety.
The little fat man held his stomach in pain and looked at Jiang Ping An with a look of horror.
"What speed are you doing!"
He didn't react at all and was knocked out of the field. This person's speed was too fast.
"Next one." Jiang Ping An said.
The people watching the show from a distance put away their contempt.
"What kind of magic does this newcomer cast? It's a bit fast."
"It has the aura of thunder and lightning, so it should be a thunder-attributed spell."
"This newcomer is not ordinary. It is difficult to practice the thunder attribute skills."
Everyone paid a little attention to Jiang Ping An.
However, many geniuses still look down on Jiang Ping An. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, he is still Foundation Establishment, which is very bad.
"You despicable villain! You are so strong and you attack first! I don't accept it! Challenge me again and continue to gamble for thirty days!"
The little fat man's eyes were red. He was unwilling to lose the game and put his last training time on the line.
"Okay."
Jiang Ping An looked at the other party's red eyes and secretly warned himself that he would never bet on red eyes in the future, otherwise he would lose his cool.
As Jiang Ping An agreed to compete, the number "Thirty" appeared above the two people.
The little fat man returned to the field. This time he was no longer careless. A sword appeared in his hand, and the terrifying Sword Intent burst out from above. The light was bright and the law was triggered.
"Go to hell!"
The little fat man swung his sword with all his strength, and Sword Qi shot straight into the starry sky.
This Sword Intent is no weaker than the sword Ye Wuqing used before, and is even much stronger than that.
Last time Jiang Ping An used a sneak attack to prevent Ye Wuqing from succeeding.
Faced with the attack this time, he did not move at all, and calmly watched Sword Intent attack.
Just when Sword Intent was fifty meters away from him, Sword Intent, which was flying at high speed, suddenly slowed down and fell rapidly.
When Sword Intent was ten meters closer to Jiang Ping An, it was already on the ground.
"Bang!"
A deep hole appeared on Martial Arts Stage.
Jiang Ping An looked at Sword Intent at his feet calmly.
Using all his strength to mobilize Gravity Talent, he could only barely block the attack of Foundation Establishment Tianjiao.
It seems that the level of Gravity Talent is still far behind.
"You actually have such a powerful Gravity Talent!"
The little fat man saw that Sword Intent did not see Jiang Ping An, but fell to the ground. His face darkened, and he killed him as fast as he could with his sword.
Since long-distance attacks don't work, let's fight at close range!
Arriving near Jiang Ping An, the little fat man obviously felt that gravity increased and his body became heavier.
"This kind of rubbish ability! You can't stop me!"
The little fat man rushed in front of Jiang Ping An in an instant, swung his sword vigorously, and Sword Qi moved vertically and horizontally.
"Bang!"
Jiang Ping An kicked out, and the little fat man vomited blood, dropped the sword in his hand, and flew backwards Martial Arts Stage.
Jiang Ping An won another thirty days of training time.
"Ahem~"
The little fat man fell to the ground, holding his stomach and coughing violently.
He looked up at Jiang Ping An, his fat face full of disbelief and shock.
This man's strength is so great that he has no power to resist at all.
As a genius, he was defeated like garbage.
"Jiang Zhu is so rubbish, he was actually kicked out."
"What a shame for the Jiang Family."
"Jiang Zhu is still too young. This newcomer is very calm and a veteran."
Seeing the little fat man defeated so simply, many people were embarrassed for him.
Only Xia Qing and Yun Huang know that it is not that Jiang Zhu is weak, but that Jiang Ping An is too strong.
With the strength of Jiang Zhu, Genius Competition can be in the top three.
But his opponent is Genius Competition, the genius who killed Sun God Body first.
"Let me try!"
Another Foundation Establishment Realm boy in blue flew up to Martial Arts Stage.