There was a deathly silence in the audience, everyone was holding their breath, their faces were pale, and they looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
Three strong men in the real martial arts state were abolished with one move!
And it was crippled by a freshman!
In a secret room in the main hall, Guardian Baibeard suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red, as if he had seen all the fight just now, showing a deep shock, a hoarse voice came from his throat, and said in a low voice: "The Sword Scripture of Haoran Academy!"
In the hall, except for the flames on Chen Zhen's body that were still burning, there was complete silence.
Everyone was dumbfounded, and their bodies were stiff, as if they were nailed in place.
Even the teacher who handled the registration had a look of horror on his face, looking at Yang Qingxuan in shock.
Such a strange face, such a terrifying strength, is it really a new student
Yang Qingxuan ignored everyone's shocked expressions, shook his sword, pointed at Zeng Wen, and said, "It's your turn."
"ah?!-"
Zeng Wen was so frightened that his face was ashen, his legs were trembling violently, and he said in a trembling voice: "Let go, let me go, I was wrong, I am trash, not worth your shot, please, don't kill me."
"Leave him to me."
Suddenly, Chen Zhen, who had been sitting upright in meditation, opened his eyes and said lightly.
The flame on his body, after dancing for a few times, gradually weakened like a candle in the wind, and then disappeared on the surface of his body.
Afterwards, the whole face became icy cold, and a fierce murderous aura was looming, like a sword about to be unsheathed, showing its sharpness.
Yang Qingxuan put away his sword, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, "Come on."
Zeng Wen's pupils dilated, and he lost his voice: "How is it possible, where is your anger? People have emotions, joys, anger, sorrows and joys. Where is your anger? Where is your anger?!"
He cursed frantically, and sprayed: "You piece of shit, your whole family is shit, shit..."
"Zheng!"
A gun light flew up, blooming in the air like ice flowers, and it was as bright as a startling dragon, and it went across.
"laugh!"
With a flash of silver light, Zeng Wen's mouth was pierced by the spear, and the spear pierced through directly, burst out from the back of the head, and plunged into the ground.
The cold light shone on the Jiaoruo Youlong, and bloodstains dripped down the silver-white gun body, making it miserable.
Zeng Wen opened his mouth wide, his eyes were filled with ashes, and he completely shut up.
Chen Zhenhan said: "I have found a way to turn all my anger into murderous intent. If you keep provoking me, you are constantly strengthening my desire to kill you."
Zeng Wenyang fell to the ground, his head burst, and he could no longer hear.
"Boom!"
The teacher in charge of registration slammed the table, stood up, and said angrily: "How dare you! How dare you ignore the school rules and regulations, and kill your classmates in front of me!"
Chen Zhen put away his gun, and said coldly: "He did it first, I was just defending myself, otherwise I would be the one who died now."
The teacher said coldly: "Sophistry! No matter what, if you kill your classmate, the matter will not be so simple. Follow me to the Academic Affairs Office."
He glanced at the three seriously injured people on the ground, pointed at Yang Qingxuan and said, "Be careful too, if the three of them die, you won't be able to escape."
Yang Qingxuan said calmly: "That's why the three of them didn't die."
He turned his head, smiled suddenly, and said, "I have a bad temper, and I don't like people pointing at me, no matter if that person is a classmate or a teacher."
"you… !"
The teacher was furious, slammed the table, jumped out, and said in a cold voice, "Say it again!"
Yang Qingxuan said: "I have a bad temper, and I don't like people pointing at me, no matter if that person is a classmate or a teacher."
teacher:"… "
The students who had been dumbfounded for a long time only came back to their senses at this time, each of them was shocked and had nothing to say, "Arrogant! Too arrogant!", "Even the teacher dared to target, let's see how he ends up now!", "Hey, wait to be beaten!"
It's all voices of gloating.
The muscles on the teacher's face twitched, and he said coldly, "You're courting death!"
After all, he raised his palm and slapped him.
Only then did Yang Qingxuan put down his hands that were behind him, his aura rose sharply, and the Wuhun seal on the center of his eyebrows shone brightly.
Fighting Ghosts whirled in the palm of his hand, the terrifying sword intent gushed out like a storm, and a sword light shot out from it, slashing towards the teacher's palm.
The teacher was startled, and hastily withdrew his hand. He tapped a few times in the air with his two fingers, and drew a gleaming golden rune. Just as he was about to shoot it, he suddenly felt a dangerous aura coming, and saw Yang Qingxuan melted all around. There was darkness, and the big sword in his hand emitted blue and blue light, as if the entire darkness had been compressed in.
"not good!"
Although the teacher's strength was mediocre, but his vision was still there, he immediately saw the horror of the sword, turned around and jumped, and fled towards the entrance of the hall, and then disappeared in a flash.
"Huh? Escaped?"
In the main hall, all the students opened their mouths wide, watching this scene in disbelief, the teacher actually escaped
Yang Qingxuan himself was also stunned, and once the sword intent on his body dissipated, he put away the fighting ghosts and gods, and said coldly: "You are wise."
Many students were covered in cold sweat, swallowing with difficulty. Isn't this too arrogant? Even the teacher dared to hit him, and he no longer took anyone seriously.
Yang Qingxuan glanced at the students around, and said coldly: "Who else is not convinced? You can come up and die together."
All the students lowered their heads, and no one dared to say anything.
Yang Qingxuan continued: "Don't think that if you enter school early and you are older, you can rely on the old to sell the old. To put it bluntly, you are all living like dogs at your age, and you can't even beat newcomers. What face do you have here? How far away? How far can you get away from me. If you hear anyone who dares to talk about me and Wu Qiyue in the future, you will be beaten once, until you are honest!"
Many students were silent, and many of them clenched their fists and dared not speak out. Being taught by a freshman like this was unprecedented, and it was absurd.
"It's too much! It's too arrogant! I, Wu Peng, refuse to accept it, so please enlighten me!"
As soon as the sound fell, a student flew out in the air, forming seals with his hands, emitting a thunderous light in the form of rolling thunder, and soon covered the entire hall, crackling.
Then he folded his palms together, and thousands of thunder lights were condensed in his palms, like thunder crashing down!
"Eight Thunder Palms!"
"Boom!"
Eight lightning bolts were shot out in the air with one palm, and the "crack" flickered non-stop, and violent strikes came from all directions, startling a thunderstorm.
"Wu Peng! It's Wu Peng of Eight Thunder Palms, haha, Yang Qingxuan is dead now!"
Immediately, a student recognized it and shouted in surprise.
"The master ranked twenty-sixth on the Qianlong list. It is said that his Eight Thunder Palm has only achieved great success this year. It is predicted that he can break into the top twenty."
"Look at how arrogant Yang Qingxuan is, he will definitely die now!"
The melon-eating crowd, who were originally sluggish, suddenly came back to life, full of vitality, and began to talk about it, all of them were full of surprise.
(end of this chapter)