Chapter 116: The Tyrannical Monarchy

Swaying the horoscope, Han Feng walked down the high platform.

He intentionally jumped among the crowd, and wherever he passed, the crowd separated like a stream of water.

There was no sound, and the ridicule and shouting disappeared in an instant.

Han Feng's performance left people speechless. Those who scolded Han Feng just now had complicated eyes.

Han Feng who is so strong is called the garbage of the Yuanyuan by them, so what are they themselves.

Worse than rubbish?

The group of people all shut their mouths, and even the instructors sitting on the high platform were extremely surprised.

The strength of this move just now is enough to kill some of them.

The proud Han Feng walked all the way back to the senior brother and the others, and sat down with his legs crossed.

Master Daoguang really didn't bother to talk about him. The words "Shengbujiao" were really useless to Han Feng.

But anyway, as the Han family, you don't need to know this. Master Daoguang smiled lightly and let him go.

Anyway, it is to let everyone have a good look at the strength of the Yuanyuan. Since you want to let people take a high look, let them be completely shocked.

Coughing lightly at Lu Fan and Chu Xing in the stands, Master Daoguang winked at them.

The meaning contained in the eyes is very clear, if you two perform worse than Han Feng, then prepare to come back and be punished.

Chu Xing shivered for a while, while Lu Fan laughed.

On the opposite side, Leng Han and the others looked terrified, their original arrogance and disdain completely shattered by Han Feng's sword.

"Brother Leng Han, you can go to the second round. Don't let them be too arrogant."

Tian is not light, Yuhua turned his head to look at Leng Han said. From their point of view, among the five of them, the only one who can guarantee victory is Leng Han. So they hope that Leng Han will stand up at this moment and win the next game first. Defeat the opponent's spirit.

Leng Han didn't speak, but looked at Lu Fan with a little horror.

This group of people didn't understand Lu Fan's horror at all, and thought that as long as he went up, he would definitely win, but in fact, he knew very well in his heart that even if he got up, as long as Lu Fan stood up on the other side, he would definitely lose.

Leng Han was hesitating, but the student next to him named Jiushang couldn't hold back anymore, and strode out with wide-eyed anger.

"This time, I'll come."

Leng Han froze for a moment, Jiushang had already walked out.

The people from the Yin Yang Courtyard below shouted again at this time.

It's just that the voice is not loud enough. Some people were discussing in low voices.

"Senior brother with alcohol injury can do it? Those people in the Yuanyuan seem to have some skills!"

"Bullshit, Senior Brother Jiushang will definitely win. The First Yuanyuan is a garbage branch, but after all, there are masters. It is normal for one of them to look a little stronger. But it is impossible for everyone to be that strong. Senior Brother Jiushang Must win."

"Senior brother Wang Dachui is right."

"Get rid of the rubbish of the Senate."

. . . . . .

Here, Chu Xing and Lu Fan looked at each other, and Lu Fan smiled and said: "Senior brother Chu Xing, you or I."

Chu Xing patted Lu Fan's shoulder and said: "I'll come first. Brother Lu Fan, wait until you give them a lore, don't show mercy."

Lu Fan nodded slightly and said, "Don't worry."

Senior brother Chu Xing came out with a long sword in his hand, and hooked his fingers at Jiushang.

The eyes of several masters are all on Chu Xing at this time. The performance of Han Feng just now has made all the masters understand that the disciples of the Yuanyuan still have some skills, so now several masters want to see Look, how are the other disciples of the Yuanyuan.

Master Shentu, who was relatively close to Master Yiqing, directly lowered his voice and asked.

"Yiqing, in your Yuanyuan, how many disciples have mastered those earth-level martial arts at the bottom of the box?"

Yiqing smiled and said, "Not many, just five."

When the other masters heard Master Yiqing's words, they were taken aback for a moment, and then all of them looked strange.

Shentu grinned and said, "That's all? You have only five disciples in Yuanyuan. What did this little guy practice? I rely on... the Yin-Yang Xuanlong Sword."

Before Shentu could finish speaking, he saw Chu Xing raise the sword with one hand, gossip burst out from under his feet, and the dragon-shaped force on the sword was entwined.

The other masters were all shocked, Yin Yang Xuanlong Sword is another set of earth-level exercises. Master Xingyuan looked ugly, of course he knew the meaning of this set of earth-level exercises, there is such a set of exercises. Even if this kid only has the strength of the early stage of Neigang, he can fight to the end with the warriors at the peak of Neigang. But the strength of this kid is obviously also the cultivation base of the peak of the inner strength, that is to say, the warriors of the outer strength are not necessarily his opponents.

Chu Xing looked at Jiushang on the opposite side with cold eyes, and waved a sword qi.

Jiu Shang saw Chu Xing's vigorous energy release, and rushed over at a faster speed. The fist was full of light, and it was still covered with a special layer of strength.

"Jab!"

Facing a sword energy released by Chu Xing, Jiushang chose to fight recklessly without hesitation.

The moment he saw Jiushang's movements, Master Xingyuan closed his eyes.

This idiot, forcibly accepting Xuanlong's strength, is looking for death. The gang of tyrannical and tyrannical lunatics in the Hengshan Academy may not be able to withstand it, let alone the alcohol injury that has only been well practiced in boxing.

A ray of energy directly sent the wine injury flying, and the terrifying black dragon energy instantly sealed the power of the wine injury.

A person who practices boxing can't get close and doesn't have the ability to release his strength, then his ending can be doomed.

Chu Xing stood on the spot and waved several sword qi in a row with ease.

The fierce sword energy fell on Jiushang's body like a gust of wind and rain.

After the sixty-six thirty-six sword qi passed, Jiu Huan's whole body was lying on the ground like a broken sack.

There were wounds all over his body, and the pitted bluestone under his body that was originally bombed was as smooth as a mirror by the sword energy.

On top of the bluestone is a simple gossip formation. This is the result of Chu Xing holding back. Otherwise, if Chu Xing used ninety-nine and eighty-one sword qi, he would definitely die from the wine injury.

There was deathly silence again, and the students of Yin Yang Institute were already speechless.

Completely defeated, it was like bullying a baby.

Brother Jiushang, who had always been ranked high in the Yin Yang Academy, unexpectedly lost like this. It was even uglier than the loss in the previous game.

After all, everyone could see that in the last match, Han Feng directly used the strongest move.

But this time, Chu Xing was obviously acting like he was playing, and he just swung a few sword qi casually, and Senior Brother Jiushang was defeated.

Many Yinyangyuan disciples were pale. The words they yelled just now were like slaps, and they kept slapping their faces, causing their facial features to start to distort.

How could this be?

This is the voice of most of the Onmyo Academy students.

Even Yan Qing, Huanyue, Xuanfeng, Qiao Xuan and other elite students from the major branches looked at the Yuanyuan Academy in a different way.

A not bad guy, they don't take it seriously. But two, it's a little troublesome.

If the five disciples of the Yuanyuan were all at this level, their status would be greatly impacted.

This year's college ranking competition, maybe some moths will really happen.

Chu Xing carried the sword and walked off the stage with a chuckle. Before leaving, he nodded to Lu Fan, meaning, I will leave the rest to you.

Han Feng yelled at Lu Fan on the stage: "Junior Brother Lu Fan, it's the last match, don't let them save face. Get it done quickly, we still have things to do when we go back."

Lu Fan nodded calmly and walked out slowly.

At this moment, Yuhua and Tian Buqing looked at Leng Han. Among the remaining three, only Leng Han is the strongest.

Leng Han gritted his teeth and walked out. Even though he was a little timid, he had to stand up when it came to Yin Yang Yuan's face.

"This Lenghan, why is he a little guilty? His momentum is unstable!"

Master Shentu saw something wrong with Leng Han at a glance.

Yiqing smiled and said, "Students of Yinyang Academy, I can understand."

Xingyuan took a hard look and clenched his fists.

Yiqing smiled happily, he just wanted to fall into the Yinyang courtyard in public. Suddenly, Yiqing yelled at Lu Fan: "Lu Fan, why don't you take out your sword, chop melons and vegetables, and deal with it quickly."

Lu Fan smiled and said, "Master, there is no need to use the sword."

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Lu Fan looked confident.

Yiqing saw that Lu Fan was full of momentum, so he didn't say much.

The students of the Yin Yang Academy below are not happy to hear that, what do you mean by chopping melons and vegetables!

There was a sound, and the two students shouted loudly.

"Brother Leng Han, come on, you are a strong martial artist."

"Yes, Senior Brother Leng Han will not lose."

After the two of them shouted, they suddenly found that there were not many people responding.

Next to him, a veteran student pulled his clothes and said, "Stop shouting, don't you know? Then Lu Ming is also a strong martial artist."

The student turned pale with shock, "What? When did he get on the martial arts list?"

The veteran student sighed and said, "Just a few months ago. He defeated Zhao Kuo from Hengshan Academy in public."

On the other side, Qiao Xuan teasingly said to Zhao Kuo: "Hei Hu, I heard that you lost to this kid named Lu Fan?"

Zhao Kuo's face darkened, and he said, "So what?"

There was a gleam in Qiao Xuan's eyes, and he said, "It's nothing. It seems that the Yuanyuan is really interesting."

On the high platform, Leng Han unleashed his strength.

It is still at this level, and after a few months, he has not improved at all.

Lu Fan frowned slightly, he thought Leng Han could give him a little surprise. Think about it carefully, oh, 80% of Leng Han is healing his injuries during this time.

Shaking his head, since Leng Han couldn't bring him any surprises, he didn't even bother to use his hands.

With his hands behind his back, Lu Fan looked at Qiao Xuan indifferently.

As soon as this action came out, Xing Yuan's face turned dark for a moment, and he said coldly: "You are so arrogant."

Master Yiqing smiled and said: "If you are arrogant, you will know if you don't see it. There are so many nonsense."

Leng Han raised his sword and was about to charge towards Lu Fan, but just as he took a step, a terrifying aura suddenly descended on him.

Like a mountain, like a raging sea, like a falling sky.

Leng Han was directly pressed down on the ground, the terrifying aura with infinite gravity made him unable to lift a finger at all.

The gang energy on his body shattered like a phantom, and the whole person sank three feet into the bluestone.

Everyone was stunned, because the people next to him didn't feel any momentum at all.

Lu Fan just stood there, calm as water.

For a moment, including all the masters, the expressions changed drastically.