Chapter 122 I Will Make You Suffer

As soon as Xiao Xunji came back, he was arranged to fight, which made him feel very exciting.

Ye Xingchen had no interest at all and was going to take a bath.

"Xingchen." Jun Changxiao shouted: "You play in the fourth game, let this seat see how much your strength has improved in this field experience."

hateful!

Actually let this emperor go to fight with the little kid!

Although he was not happy, he still stopped and looked at the disciples of the Nebula Sect, with strong disdain coming from a Martial Emperor.

Song Cai glanced at the two of them and said lightly, "Master Jun, your two disciples are very tired at first sight. Isn't it a bit too casual to send them on stage?"

"It was very casual." Jun Chang smiled.

This tone, this meaning.

It seems that the Nebula faction is not taken seriously at all.

"You..." Song Cai suppressed his anger and said indifferently: "If you don't feel that my Nebula faction is trying to bully people, you can let them fight."

hehe.

Must be asking for it.

...

Xiao Xingji didn't even change his school uniform. He dragged his dirty body on the martial arts field and said, "Xiao Xingji."

The Nebula faction disciple who went out looked at him and said, "So you are the champion of the martial arts competition."

Then, dismissively, he said, "Zhang Ye."

In his opinion, this kind of guy with no pulse is really lucky to win the championship. If he participates in the competition, he will definitely be able to abuse him into a dog.

Not to mention, in the sect competition, with Xiao's own strength, it may be really tragic to face a fourth-rank martial artist.

but now……

"Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!"

After the fight began, a disciple of the Nebula faction named Zhang Ye was beaten by Xiao Xingji's physical body and strength, and was dizzy and spinning on the martial arts arena.

At this time, if you turn on the stereo and cooperate with a cat meowing Divine Comedy, it will be very suitable.

"Pfft!"

Zhang Ye turned around for a while, foaming at the mouth and fell to the ground.

As for the proud and disdainful expression just now, it is destined to be replaced by a dead fish face for a long time, because the psychological shadow is cast.

"Ding! Disciple brutalizes Nebula Sect disciple 3/5."

"Not bad."

Jun Changxiao said with satisfaction: "After some experience, the improvement is very significant."

After finishing the opponent, Xiao Xunji walked out of the martial arts field and said, "Master, I'm going to take a shower."

"Go, go." Jun Chang smiled.

Song Cai was dumbfounded.

The disciples who participated in the battle were rank four martial disciples, and the disciples of the Iron Bone School had only opened the sixth rank from the perspective of their bursting aura!

Xiao Xun's cultivation base is weak, but since he opened his pulse, he can gather spiritual power in his body and cooperate with his high-strength tempered body, his combat power has definitely skyrocketed.

Fourth rank martial artist.

Sorry, it's just a sandbag for hammering.

Losing three out of five games, this time the Nebula faction, who came to the pavilion on the orders of the Qin alliance leader, lost his face to the Iron Bone faction.

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Elder Song, are you still learning from each other?"

"Let's learn from each other!" Song Cai said solemnly.

If you lose, you have already lost, but if you win the next two games, you can get some face back by playing two to three!

"Xingchen, come on stage." Jun Chang smiled.

Ye Xingchen snorted coldly, walked to the martial arts arena, pointed at the fifth-grade martial artist who was supposed to be the last to appear, and said with disdain: "You, come on."

Directly choose the strongest, Brother Chen is very social.

The accused disciple of the Nebula Sect glanced at Song Cai, and after being instructed, walked into the martial arts arena, and looked at Ye Xingchen with strong contempt in his eyes.

He was the strongest among the five disciples Song Cai brought, and he was indeed qualified to despise others if he could break through to a fifth-rank martial artist before the age of twenty.

but.

He despised Su Xiaomo and Tian Qi, no problem, but he despised Ye Di, who was once one of the top ten Martial Emperors!

This is a big problem!

Ye Xingchen, who is not interested in fighting between little brats,

Seeing his eyes full of contempt and contempt, his entire face suddenly darkened.

He clenched his fists and said in a cold voice, "Boy, I will make you suffer."

"Bang!"

The Nebula sect disciple bent his arms, clenched his fists tightly, and burst into a roar of air, instantly breaking his shirt, revealing his fancy tattoos, which can be described as extremely fierce.

Jun Chang smiled and shook his head: "I didn't break my pants, bad review, no Peppa pig tattoo, bad review."

"Cut." Ye Xingchen dismissed him.

Song Cai said indifferently: "Master Jun, this disciple of mine is proficient in the thirty-two swordsmanship.

"Yes." Jun Chang smiled.

Ye Xingchen's mouth twitched.

In the face of a fifth-grade martial artist, and also with a weapon, this... why do you have to give me a weapon to fight?

pity.

Jun Changxiao didn't plan to give weapons, instead he clasped his fingers together and said, "This disciple of mine is good at 72-way grappling, and I always use my bare hands against the enemy."

The expression on Ye Xingchen's face suddenly brightened.

The Nebula Sect disciple waved his hand and summoned his treasured sword from the space ring.

The knife is not long, similar to a watermelon knife, but the blade shines brightly, and it is very sharp at first sight!

"Liu Kunlong." He signed up his name.

Ye Xingchen didn't declare his name, but thought about how he should deal with a fifth-grade martial artist with weapons with his bare hands?

"Brush! Brush! Brush!"

At this moment, Liu Kunlong waved the knife, the shadow of the knife spread all over his body, and then raised the knife in one hand, in the shape of a golden rooster.

As expected of proficient in thirty-two swordsmanship, professional enough!

"it is good!"

Jun Chang smiled and clapped his hands.

"Clap clap clap!"

The disciples behind him also applauded, as if watching the guy performing a knife show.

Liu Kunlong said lightly: "If you don't sign up for the number, then I'll shoot."

"Trash." Ye Xingchen said lightly.

"Brush!" Just at this moment, Liu Kunlong took a step forward, swinging the machete frantically, instantly interweaving dense shadows of the sword, which looked very bluffing.

Ye Xingchen stepped back step by step, avoiding the sweeping sword intent, and at the same time looking for the opponent's flaws.

The spiritual root upgrade and cultivation base reached the 12th stage, which made him fit the body more, not only can he capture the shadow of the knife, but also avoid it in advance.

However, once the opponent's 32-way sword technique is used, it will not only form an attacking potential, but also protect the body from the air. It is a bit difficult to seize the flaws and counterattack.

"Brush! Brush!"

Liu Kunlong's knife speed is accelerated, and the shadow of the knife shows more!

Ye Xingchen realized that if he could not solve it in the quickest time, once he formed an offensive like a net of heaven and earth, he would have to be chopped passively.

hateful!

A mere fifth-grade martial artist leaves this emperor helpless?

The anger in Ye Xingchen's body rose, and the little bit of tyrannical aura that had just recovered burst out instantly.

"Hoohoo!"

The breath diffused invisibly.

Liu Kunlong, who was using the sword technique, was shrouded in it, and stopped suddenly, his eyes filled with fear.

At that moment, his soul seemed to fall into hell, his mind suffered endless torture, his hands softened, and the machete he was holding fell to the ground with a 'bang'.

This aura of fear from Emperor Wu's oppression just disappeared in a flash. When Liu Kunlong regained his senses and realized that he was about to pick up the knife, he saw Ye Xingchen had raised his waist, holding the machete in his hand!

"Boy."

Ye Di said coldly, "You can't even hold a sword, how dare you play swordsmanship in front of me?"

"brush!"

While speaking, the knife slashed over.

"Puchi-"

Liu Kunlong's chest was directly scratched with a long knife mark, and blood splattered.

"You..." He looked grim.

Ye Xingchen walked over and said coldly, "I'll let you know today that knives are used to cut people, not juggle."

"brush!"

The knife slashed again, and blood spattered.

Liu Kunlong added a knife mark to his chest, and hurriedly turned around and ran away despite the severe pain.

Ye Xingchen chased after him with big strides, raising his sword and falling!

"Puff! Puff!"

One knife, two knives, three knives...

Poor Liu Kunlong, who dropped the equipment, was picked up by Ye Xingchen and slashed back, and finally collapsed to the ground covered in blood.