"Boom!"
One-eyed's chest was split open, and a gust of blood shot out. Yang Qingxuan stepped forward and kicked his hand with his toe, and the ball with the number plate printed on it immediately flew up, and he grabbed it in his hand.
One-eyed fell from the sky, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
This scene shocked everyone present.
After a long while, the teacher reacted and flew up to catch the one-eyed one who was about to fall to the ground.
Yang Qingxuan turned a blind eye, grabbed the ball and flew back to the center of the square, standing calmly.
The others were all covered in cold sweat, and looked at him embarrassingly.
Even Yin Yao, who has always been cold and arrogant, couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
Yi Kun roared angrily: "Yang Qingxuan! How dare you kill someone to take over your account? Damn it!"
If it weren't for Yang Qingxuan's special status, someone Qing Buli and Lu Jiangpeng valued very much, he would have gone berserk and sent him flying.
Yang Qingxuan said indifferently: "First, I didn't kill anyone, and the one-eyed man didn't die. Second, no one told me that we are not allowed to grab the number plates. Elder Yi threw out sixteen number plates, didn't they just want us to grab them? The rules are not Explain, something happened now, should I be responsible?"
Yi Kun was furious, but he didn't know how to refute these words.
"Since you can snatch it, then you go to die!"
A cold voice came, Zuo Heng took the number plate, flew from a distance, hovered in the sky, and at this moment he struck out with a sudden palm, which was like a mountain shaking, the entire air was compressed to the extreme, and erupted downwards. go.
In the center of the square, the faces of the few people who had already obtained their number plates changed drastically, and they all scattered around, unwilling to be involved in the grievances between the two.
Yang Qingxuan raised his head, squinted his eyes, faced the palm wind, clenched Fighting Ghosts with his right hand, circles of sword energy shot out from the sword.
The pan exploded all around, and tens of thousands of people were in chaos at once, especially when they sensed Zuo Heng's palm, they were all terrified and ran back screaming.
Many people were pushed to the ground, trampled on, crying and shouting.
There were even riots among the crowd in several places, and some students got angry at being pushed, and fought directly.
"absurd!"
An angry shout came, and he shouted: "Everyone stop! Anyone who dares to move will die!"
It was Yi Kun who was furious. A terrifying murderous aura emanated from him, and the whole square felt like falling into an ice cave. Everyone felt their hairs stand on end, as if they would be chopped into pieces immediately if they moved.
"Is this the coercion of the original martial arts powerhouse?!"
The scene of rioting suddenly quietened down eerily, and no one dared to make a move.
And under Zuo Heng's palm wind, a thin and small figure suddenly appeared, raised his foot and kicked it upwards.
"Boom!"
That kick seemed insignificant, but it easily exploded the wind of the palm, and the strength penetrated upwards.
"boom!"
A huge burst of air burst out, turning into a strong wind and scattered in all directions.
Zuo Heng stood above the void, and the moment that figure appeared, he secretly said: "Not good!"
The thin figure of that person was Si Feiyu, and the strength of his kick was simply not something he could handle, so he had been prepared for a long time, and he dodged sideways.
The energy is like a cloud-piercing arrow, shooting into the sky of nothingness, and a series of explosions make people feel horrified.
Two masters of the original martial arts realm, one kicked the void with a random kick, and the other shocked the audience with a murderous aura.
As Si Feiyu exhausted all his strength, the entire square was filled with tens of thousands of people, but there was no sound at all, and fell into a ghostly silence.
Zuo Heng was in the sky, terrified, if he had been kicked with that kick just now, he would really be finished.
Cold sweat trickled down from his temples, and he felt that the skirts of his clothes were completely soaked, and he dared not go down from the high altitude.
Yang Qingxuan's face was also full of horror, and the fighting ghost flashed in his hand, and then disappeared.
Yi Kun stared at Yang Qingxuan like a knife, and then at Zuo Heng, and said coldly: "You two really give our academy a face!"
Si Feiyu also had a gloomy face, and said: "It's so stupid, you know, every year in the competition, there are spies from other countries watching, if this matter gets out, let our academy lose face!"
Yang Qingxuan shrugged, with a helpless expression on his face.
Zuo Heng felt that the killing intent of the two elders dropped sharply, so he flew down from the air and returned to the center of the square, not daring to say anything.
The other thirteen students also got their number plates and flew down from all around.
Among them, Meijuan's face was the palest. She could feel Yang Qingxuan's coldness towards their flowers and trees, a killing intent without the slightest emotion, like an ant, who could be crushed to death at any time.
One-eyed can't hold his sword, and his own strength is not as good as One-eyed, if he faces Yang Qingxuan...
Her hands were covered with beads of sweat, and she secretly prayed that she would never confront Yang Qingxuan, otherwise she would be trampled to death like an ant.
At this time, a teacher flew over from afar and reported to Yi Kunhui: "Life is safe, but I have to lie down for ten and a half months."
It was the one-eyed man who was talking about, and all the students around turned pale, feeling a sense of fear towards Yang Qingxuan.
Si Feiyu frowned and said, "Now that one person is missing, what should we do?"
Yi Kun said: "The same number plate will be promoted directly."
The fifteen people in the square stretched out their hands one after another and spread out the balls in their hands.
On the small ball in Yang Qingxuan's hand, the word "eight" was written impressively.
He glanced and saw that the other number "eight" was Wu Chao.
Wu Chao also saw the number in his hand, and his face changed drastically.
Yang Qingxuan didn't pay attention, and then saw that Zuo Heng's number was "three", and the other number "three" was Chen Ting.
Chen Ting was troubled, obviously he knew he was not Zuo Heng's opponent.
Yang Qingxuan smiled slightly, stepped forward, patted Chen Ting on the shoulder, and handed the ball over to exchange with him.
"Yang Qingxuan!"
Yi Kun was furious in the air, and shouted: "Be honest with me, whoever dares to exchange number plates will be immediately sentenced to be out!"
Yang Qingxuan gave a wry smile and had no choice but to give up.
Wu Chao stared at Yang Qingxuan fiercely, but found that this newcomer didn't take him seriously at all, and couldn't help feeling extremely ashamed and angry.
The scene a year ago came to mind. At the same place before the inner court assessment, Yang Qingxuan led his team to fight Zuo Jun's team. At that time, he stood up and faced the mighty Wu Qiyue.
And Yang Qingxuan, who was like an ant at that time, never even looked at him.
A year has passed, and the ant from back then is still in the same place, without even looking at him.
Wu Chao's face was pale, and the veins on his fists were bulging.
"I want to attack the existence of the Four Kings, and I will never stop in such a place!"
"Yang Qingxuan, let me, the senior, end your steps!"
Wu Chao withdrew his gaze, stopped looking at Yang Qingxuan, turned around, jumped up, and flew towards the fighting ring.
"Yo, my luck is pretty good."
Ivy blinked her eyes, giggled and said, "I didn't see No. 6."
She raised the small ball in her hand, on which the word "six" was written in capitals.
(end of this chapter)