"Of course they should be greatly satisfied."
The students from Qianhuan Academy had been waiting outside the door for a long time. When they heard Jun Mohuang's question, they immediately answered loudly.
At the same time, everyone rushed into the courtyard where Feiyun Sect was located. When they saw the disciples of Feiyun Sect, they immediately rushed towards them.
"Hmph, a bunch of trash who overestimate their capabilities actually dare to come to Feiyun Sect's territory to run wild and watch their moves!"
When the disciples of Feiyun Sect saw that the students they despised as trash dared to attack them, they looked at them with disdain and quickly fought with the students of Qianhuan Academy.
Feiyun Sect came to Tianxing City to participate in the star power ranking competition this time. Not counting Elder Luo and three other elders, there were a total of seventy-five people.
Just now Qianhuan Academy had seriously injured the first group of thirty people, so there were still thirty-five people left in the courtyard.
Among these thirty-five people, there are twenty who are at the third level of the Soul Casting Realm, ten who are at the fourth level of the Soul Casting Realm, and five who are at the fifth level of the Soul Casting Realm.
A group of students from Qianhuan Academy obtained Jun Mohuang's Silver Moon Immortal Li along the way. Except for Yun Lan and Jun Mohuang, who have not yet officially refined the Silver Moon Immortal Li, everyone else has advanced to the first level.
Among the fifty seed players in Qianhuan Academy, the ones with the lowest strength are all at the fourth level of the Soul Casting Realm, and there are even a lot of them at the fifth level of the Soul Casting Realm. This group of Feiyun Sect is no match at all.
Soon, the more than thirty disciples of the Feiyun Sect all fell to the ground screaming, each one covering their chests and vomiting blood. They were so exhausted that they could no longer get up.
Elder Luo and three other Feiyun Sect elders had just seen Qianhuan Academy attack and thought that these students were useless and it was not their turn to take action.
So the three of them stood by and watched, wiping the tea on their faces with handkerchiefs and arranging the crooked hair crowns on their heads.
He only wiped his face with a handkerchief twice, but before the tea was wiped off his face, more than thirty disciples of Feiyun Sect had already poured more than half of it.
"This... Humph, I didn't expect you losers to be quite capable!"
The three elders were horrified. They were so anxious that they didn't have time to think about what was going on. They rushed forward as quickly as possible in an attempt to rescue the Feiyun Sect's disciples.
Each of these students is very strange, but the three of them are at the eighth level of the Soul Casting Realm, so they can't deal with this group of trash!
Even now, the three elders of Feiyun Sect are still full of pride.
"Three old men, your opponent is me, where are you going to fight?"
When the three of them took a step forward, a red cloud floated in front of their eyes. Jun Mohuang, who had been leaning on the door frame to watch the excitement, finally moved.
Jun Mohuang's palm wind was strong, containing infinite spiritual energy, and struck directly at Elder Luo.
"You little loser, you are seeking death!"
Elder Luo saw that the person who came to stop the three of them was Jun Mohuang, a waste at the first level of the Spirit Casting Realm, and felt that he had been greatly insulted.
She turned sideways to avoid Jun Mohuang's palm, and just as she was about to raise her hand to retaliate, the wind from her palm suddenly turned around and went behind Elder Luo, hitting him firmly on the back.
Elder Luo was beaten so hard that he rushed forward several steps and almost fell to the ground.
He hurriedly called on all his spiritual energy to stabilize his body. As soon as he called on his spiritual energy, he found that the blood in his chest was rising, his chest was tingling, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
"You can't even beat me, a little loser. It seems that you are just an old loser. Oh, no, you are worse than a little loser. You are not even qualified to be an old loser."
The corners of Jun Mohuang's lips curled up slightly, and his black gem-like eyes flickered, full of ridicule.
(End of chapter)