Yang Qingxuan was shocked, those tadpole writings went faster and faster, his mind was dizzy, trying to concentrate his eyes, the tadpole writing slowed down and recognized a few lines:
"The sky can be cleared, the earth can be calmed, the gods can be spirited, and the valleys can be filled..."
Every word was like a blue thunder exploding in his brain, and his eyes were sore and swollen, and finally his eyesight was exhausted. Those tadpole writings became disordered again, and the whole paper was shimmering with silver, hazy and unrecognizable.
"What the hell is this silver foil?"
Yang Qingxuan closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a while before the discomfort gradually disappeared. He thought to himself: "I'm afraid this 'Qingyang Martial Arts Classic' will not be simple. Where did Wu Qiyue come from, and why did she help me?"
In the memory of the remnant soul before, there is no information except that the number one beauty of Tiancong Academy, who is extremely talented, entered the inner courtyard in only one year.
"It doesn't matter, judging by her appearance, she should not harm me. Besides, with my understanding of martial arts, if the exercises are wrong, I will definitely be able to detect them."
Yang Qingxuan put away the silver foil and walked outside the Zangshu Pavilion.
Inadvertently glimpsed in the attic, several students stared at him unkindly, seeming quite hostile.
Yang Qingxuan felt a little baffled, he didn't seem to know these people, right
But after thinking about it, he suddenly realized that it must be Wu Qiyue's fault. The number one beauty in the academy is too conspicuous, these students are afraid they have misunderstood something.
Sure enough, after he left Zangshu Pavilion, he was walking on the quiet ancient road, and suddenly five figures shot out from the side, blocking his way, and they were precisely those people in Zangshu Pavilion.
Yang Qingxuan raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the matter?"
"Hehe, I'm pretty calm. In fact, I'm scared out of my wits!" A tall and thin man in blue sneered in front of him.
"Haha, looking at his bewildered face, he can really pretend. Qiyue really has no vision, does she like this kind of waste who pretends to be arrogant?" The other person also had a cold expression on his face.
The sneer on the man's face in blue turned into a stern one, he stretched out his hand, and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, bring something!"
Yang Qingxuan frowned and said, "What?"
One person said: "Hurry up and hand over the silver jewelry that Qiyue gave you!"
Yang Qingxuan almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Because these people were far away, they didn't see clearly what Wu Qiyue gave him. They only saw a flash of silver light and thought it was something like silver jewelry.
And the significance of a girl giving silver jewelry to a man can be imagined.
The other person also said coldly: "Girls like Qiyue are not something you can touch. If you don't want to die, you need to know yourself."
Yang Qingxuan said: "This is an important place in the college. How dare you openly rob and bully your classmates?"
"Student? Haha, I am! You deserve to be called our classmate?"
All five of them laughed, and the blue-clothed youth grinned even more: "You want to use the academy's rules to suppress us? You really are a cowardly waste! It's a pity that the law of the jungle is the rule of this world. As long as you are not beaten to death, the academy will not kill you." I don’t care about it. If you are sensible, hand over the silver jewelry, and then kneel and crawl on the ground, so that you can avoid the pain of flesh and blood.”
A bright light flashed across Yang Qingxuan's eyes, the corner of his mouth raised, and he said in a hey voice: "Thank you for letting me know, as long as I don't kill you, everything will be fine, right?"
One person shouted: "Why, you still want to fight with us?"
Yang Qingxuan moved his wrist and said: "When dealing with your campus garbage, you should clean it up like garbage. I am quite experienced in cleaning garbage."
As soon as the words fell, seeing his figure flickering, he suddenly burst into a fist, and punched the student on the left in the face.
"Hey! So fast!"
The student was shocked and backed away in fright, stumbled and fell backwards. He hurriedly covered his face with both hands, and shouted: "Be a human being, stay on the line, you don't hit your face when you hit someone!"
"Boom!"
Yang Qingxuan didn't pay attention to him, and punched the student's back of the hand, his phalanges exploded, and his face sunken instantly.
The student screamed and flew up, with blood flowing from his face between his ten fingers. Although his face was invisible, it must have been extremely miserable.
Yang Qingxuan snorted coldly: "You rubbish, where do you want face? Since you don't want it, I will take your face for your parents!"
The other four saw the companion lying in the grass, covering his face with his hands and howling desperately, all of them trembled in their hearts.
Although they are not weaker than Yang Qingxuan, they are only school students after all. And Yang Qingxuan is a generation of martial arts masters in the Huaxia Kingdom. He has been born and died for his cultivation, and he has struggled to the death in countless desperate situations. The two sides' comprehension of martial arts, as well as their calmness and momentum when facing the enemy, are completely different.
The man in blue yelled, "Let's go together, we'll kill him!"
Before he could finish speaking, Yang Qingxuan had already jumped up, cast the subduing dragon palm technique, and hit another person.
His speed was extremely fast, the man had just reacted, he pushed forward with both palms, and took the palm forcefully.
With a "bang", layers of air waves rushed down, and the man only had time to spit out a mouthful of blood before he was blown away.
Yang Qingxuan overthrew the two of them in an instant, and the other three were shocked. Knowing that they had kicked the iron plate, they all used the strongest moves and rushed over.
The palm of one of them is as firm as a rock, calm and powerful, when he pushes the palm, the air whistles, and he is on equal terms with that Zuo Feng.
The other person bent down, his whole body was like a spring, suddenly bursting up, turning into a ray of lasing and shooting out.
Under the combination of the two, the power was immediately revealed, and circles of air waves swayed in the air, superimposed on each other, and strengthened the waves.
"Well done!"
Yang Qingxuan shouted in a deep voice, twisted the fingers of his left hand, and used the "Wuxiang Jiezhi" to point directly at the palm. The right hand was held empty, and there was a light blue color between the bone fingers, as if it was a ghost, and it grabbed it, "Ghost Claw!"
"boom!"
Wuxiangjie pointed at that palm, made a noise with a "chi", and poked it in, directly piercing the opponent's palm!
"ah!"
The student hastily withdrew his hand in pain, big drops of cold sweat dripping down his face.
On the other side, the Nether Ghost Claw broke through the air wave even more, grasping the student's sky cap with five fingers, faintly blood seeped from the top of his head.
The student was trembling all over, with a look of fear on his face, he opened his mouth and called for help: "Spare me, spare me!"
"Boom!"
Yang Qingxuan carried him like a chicken, and punched him in the face, which suddenly swelled to the size of two heads, "Shameless thing, I'll lose this face for you!"
Just about to punch again, Yang Qingxuan's heart suddenly moved, and an extremely dangerous breath came over. The remaining man in blue suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Go to hell!"
Yang Qingxuan looked up, and saw the shadow of a ferocious beast emerging from behind the man in blue, as if it was formed by condensed light, its ferocious gaze was almost the same as that of the man in blue, staring fiercely at Yang Qingxuan, wishing he could swallow it he!
"Wuhun!"
Yang Qingxuan was secretly startled, this was the second time he saw "Wuhun", the first time was Su Ying's pocket bow and arrow. Not daring to be careless, he threw the student in his hand over.
The man in blue jumped up, all his anger burst out, and he was thinking about beating up Yang Qingxuan, but when he saw his companion flying over, he snorted coldly, he raised his foot and stepped on it !
"Boom!"
That companion was used as a backing board by him, and he was trampled to the ground with one foot, the dust was splashed, and the stone bricks cracked. The student lay on the ground like a dead pig, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and blood flowed out from the cracks in the stone bricks under him.
The man in blue borrowed the power of stepping on his companions to jump higher, flying down like an eagle hitting the sky, punching Yang Qingxuan fiercely, and shouted: "You trash, die!"
(end of this chapter)