Chapter 147: Yi Yu Shows His Power, the Embarrassed Son of the Academy, and the Arrival of the Great Elder

Just when many people were guessing.

There was golden light in the sky, purple clouds surged, and a group of people arrived. They were Jun Xiaoyao and others.

Wu Mingyue, Yi Yu and others also came with him.

Jun Lingcang brought Jun Daolin and Jun Xiyu.

The atmosphere was immediately different when the Jun family arrived.

That aura was not comparable to the ordinary power geniuses.

"As expected of the Jun family, one of the three royal families, with the Jun family's son of God and the double pupil, the rest of the sequence is also very powerful." Some elders of the forces sighed.

Feeling this momentum, the faces of Yin Yang Shengzi and others also changed.

"Why are you all gathered at the door?" Jun Xiaoyao, dressed in white, snow-white and spotless, stood on the head of the nine-headed lion, like a transcendent immortal.

"The Holy Spirit Academy has a saying of passing three levels, which can test the strength and potential of a genius." Jun Linglong explained.

"So that's it, who set up this game, so boring." Jun Xiaoyao said disapprovingly.

"Cousin, don't you have the interest to challenge?" Jun Lingcang said.

He also noticed Yi Yu beside Jun Xiaoyao, and that breath surprised him.

Jun Xiaoyao and others landed at the gate of the Holy Spirit Academy.

Jin Lie saw the nine-headed lion under Jun Xiaoyao's seat, and immediately raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Nine-headed lion, you are at least a top-level ancient royal family with the same reputation as my clan, but you are willing to be someone else's mount. Don't you feel ashamed?"

The nine-headed lion was stunned, and all nine heads squinted at Jin Lie.

It had already completely surrendered to Jun Xiaoyao, and even Jiuling Yuansheng asked it to follow Jun Xiaoyao.

And after following Jun Xiaoyao, the nine-headed lion realized how cool it was to hold the thigh of a big boss.

"It's impossible for me to leave my master, it's impossible in this life. Everyone in the Jun family is talented and so powerful. I love being here."

This sentence made the whole audience fall into silence.

The dignified nine-headed lion turned out to be like this, which was really speechless.

"Nine-headed lion, you..." Jin Lie was so angry that he was fuming.

"Amitabha, you and I have a connection, why don't you follow me?" Fahai chanted a Buddhist name and walked out.

"Who are you?" The nine-headed lion said disdainfully.

Fahai smiled slightly and said, "I am the Buddhist disciple of Xiao Xitian, Fahai."

"What, Xiao Xitian?" The nine-headed lion shuddered, and his hair stood up, with an extremely alert expression.

Hearing the name of Xiao Xitian, it trembled.

After all, its ancestors were suppressed by the emperor of Buddhism and turned into mounts and guardian gods.

The nine-headed lion also hated Xiao Xitian very much.

"Fahai?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes turned.

Why is this name so familiar? It feels like a bald monk with violent tendencies in the previous life.

"Donor Jun, this nine-headed lion and I have a connection. I wonder if you can give it up." Fahai was still smiling.

Jun Xiaoyao said nothing, but stretched out his palm, and the surging magic power burst out and pressed towards Fahai.

The smile on Fahai's face suddenly changed. He stretched out one hand, pinched the lotus seal, and resisted Jun Xiaoyao's palm.

Bang!

After a loud noise, Fahai flew backwards and fell heavily on the ground, raising dust.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene.

That was the Buddhist child of Xiaoxitian, and he was actually shaken away by one hand.

Although Fahai was caught off guard, the more important thing was that Jun Xiaoyao was strong.

"You..." Fahai stood up from a pile of broken soil and dust, his face no longer calm and calm.

"Now, do you still have a fate with the nine-headed lion?" Jun Xiaoyao asked lightly.

Fahai was silent, with a look of fear in his eyes.

Jun Xiaoyao sneered and ignored it.

He had a little respect for the real Buddhism.

But for a so-called Buddhist disciple like Fahai, who was obviously a fake monk with six impure roots, there was no need for him to be polite.

Just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to enter the academy, the Yin-Yang Saint said, "As the God of the Jun family, don't you want to go through the three levels?"

"If it's not challenging, why do you want to go through it?" Jun Xiaoyao didn't care.

This made many disciples of the Holy Spirit Academy look angry.

The three levels of the Holy Spirit Academy are well-known tests. Even the ancient heroes have left their footprints and records here.

How come it becomes unchallenging in Jun Xiaoyao's mouth?

"The attitude of the God of the Jun family is still as arrogant as ever." Xia Lan said sarcastically.

At this time, a cold shout came out.

"How dare you talk to the young master like this, how presumptuous!"

Yi Yu shouted coldly and took action.

He stretched out his hand to grab the void, and the magic power gathered, turning into a golden bow and arrows, and shot two arrows at the Yin-Yang Saint and Xia Lan.

The arrow burning with the true fire of the sun pierced through the void, and its power was extremely strong.

Yin Yang Saint Son and Xia Lan were both shocked and resisted.

Yin Yang Saint Son waved his hands, as if turning into a black and white Tai Chi shield.

Xia Lan, on the other hand, burst out the breath of the emperor, and a sword of the kingly way emerged in the void and slashed away.

However, it was all useless!

The fierce arrow directly pierced through the Tai Chi shield, shattered the sword of the kingly way, and then continued to attack with the remaining force.

Boom! Boom!

Two earth-shattering noises were heard, accompanied by two screams.

A terrifying blood hole appeared on the bodies of Yin Yang Saint Son and Xia Lan.

The blood hole was not in the heart. It was not that Yi Yu shot off the target, but that he did it on purpose.

It's okay to teach these two a lesson, but if they are really killed, it will also cause some trouble for Jun Xiaoyao.

Yi Yu can still grasp this measure.

Looking at the Yin Yang Saint Son and Xia Lan who were spitting blood and in a mess, the whole audience was silent.

Then a series of shocked eyes looked at Yi Yu.

Most of the cultivators present did not participate in the martial arts competition, so they didn't know who this new person who appeared next to Jun Xiaoyao was.

"Such a powerful strength, he actually hit the two academy saints with one move!"

"Could it be that he is the descendant of some immortal force and is a good friend of the Jun family's son?" Some people suspected.

Yi Yu looked around coldly and said: "I am just a follower of the son of God. If anyone dares to provoke the son of God again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"What!"

Yi Yu's words were like an 18-magnitude earthquake, leaving all the cultivators speechless and their eyes almost popping out.

Such a powerful young supreme is just a follower of Jun Xiaoyao?

At this moment, many disciples of powerful forces completely doubted their lives.

They were much stronger than Jun Xiaoyao, not to mention Jun Xiaoyao. Even Jun Xiaoyao's followers were much stronger than them.

"Damn it, who is causing trouble in my Holy Spirit Academy!"

In the distance, a fierce shout sounded, and an old man with fluttering white beard appeared.

There were terrifying holy fluctuations around him, which made the void distorted.

"It's the great elder of the Holy Spirit Academy, a powerful saint master!" A cultivator was surprised.

The great elder of the academy, who was usually elusive, was also alarmed.

Seeing the embarrassed and bloody Yin Yang Saint Son and Xia Lan, the great elder's eyes twitched and anger surged in his heart.

As soon as his eyes swept over, he saw Jun Xiaoyao's calm and indifferent face.

"They provoked this son of God, and my followers taught them a lesson. What, do you have any objections?"

Jun Xiaoyao put his hands behind his back and looked at the great elder of the academy with a cold expression.