"Damn it! This is too much!" Master Huo slapped the armrest of the wooden chair and was about to stand up.
"Wait—" Gongsun Heng held his arm: "Although you are in the Xuanwu realm, with your cultivation level, you may not be able to defeat them."
Master Huo was stunned for a moment, his face full of embarrassment. As a master of alchemy, he was obsessed with refining pills, and his cultivation was achieved by taking drugs. In terms of actual combat ability, he might not be as good as Hong Qinghe.
"What should we do?" Master Huo asked.
"Hey!" A clear voice suddenly sounded, "I say, you guys disrupted the Fenghua Banquet and left me without a fight. Shouldn't you say sorry?"
"Hmm?" Fang Wenyang's expression froze. His cold and arrogant eyes swept across the crowd and stopped at the sparring stage. He narrowed his eyes dangerously: "What did you say? Want us to say sorry?"
Ye Zhuixun stood on the sparring stage, rolled up his sleeves with a calm expression, revealing his wrists and fists, and nodded: "Yes, you messed up the Fenghua Banquet and also ruined my chance to become famous, so of course you have to apologize to me."
"You little bastard!" Fang Wenyang's cheeks twitched, veins throbbing on his forehead: "You're looking for death!"
Everyone in the crowd gasped, but soon reacted and started shouting excitedly.
"Ye Zhuixun! It's Ye Zhuixun!"
"He's going to make a move! Great!"
"He can even defeat the Third Young Master, so he shouldn't be any worse than Young Master Qinghe, right?"
"No, no, no, I hope he is more powerful than Master Qinghe, so that we can be saved!"
"Ye Zhuixun! Come on, come on! Defeat them!"
Obviously, compared to the five people from the Imperial City Imperial College, Ye Zhuixun and others, who were originally disliked by the young people in Fengyang County, are more popular...
Lou Xiaoxiao's expression changed slightly: "Is Ye Zhuixun crazy? Why is he deliberately provoking the other party?"
Lou Qianxue recalled the fight between her and Ye Zhuixun during the county competition: "He once said that he was being watched by someone, so he wanted to become stronger and famous..."
The two were talking -
whoosh!
The dagger held between Fang Wenyang's fingers shot towards Ye Zhuixun!
at the same time.
Fang Wenyang sneered: "Apologize? That's impossible! So, you better go to hell!"
The dagger that took the lives of several people was sharp, cold, fierce, and had a tricky trajectory. It could even change direction, making it difficult to dodge...
“Ye Zhuixun! Ye Zhuixun! You must dodge! Don’t lose, don’t…” All the people from Fengyang County in the field were praying desperately with their hearts hanging in the air.
However-
Ye Zhuixun didn't hide at all!
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and waited for the right time—
"The Lion's Roar!"
Squeak!
The solid fist hit the dagger directly! There was a harsh friction sound...
Seeing this, Fang Wenyang couldn't help but burst into laughter and mocked loudly: "This rubbish is really funny. He actually dared to block my hidden blade with his fist—"
Snap!
Snap!
He was only halfway through his words when his face suddenly turned pale, and he vomited blood with a "puff" sound, and fell to the ground...
Just see.
On the sparring arena, the ferocious dagger was being crushed inch by inch by the white light on the surface of Ye Zhuixun's fist, turning into powder and falling to the ground...
"Wen Yang!"
"Fang Wenyang!"
Seeing this, the other students of the Imperial City Academy, who had always been extremely arrogant and condescending, all changed their expressions and quickly stepped forward to help Fang Wenyang, who had fallen down.
Someone else took out a pill and fed it to him with a gloomy look on his face: "Damn it! Fang Wenyang's dagger is nurtured with his heart and blood. It is connected to his own blood. If it is damaged, everything will be damaged. No wonder he can't hold on!"
ps: There will be four more chapters updated tonight, don’t worry, Qianxue will take action in the next chapter!
(End of this chapter)