"Ye Kuan, get out of here!"

In the small attic of the Maple King Society, Ye Kuan, who was slowly tasting tea, heard this sound and his heart suddenly shook, and the tea cup in his hand fell to the ground in response, and the tea burst out in an instant.

"Is he going to fight here..."

Ye Kuan had a trace of fear in his heart.

Then a big hand patted Ye Kuan's shoulder and comforted: "Don't worry, little prince, we have nearly 100 people here, and he won't dare to come in." ”

"Boom!"

However, as soon as his words fell, Jun Mo Lin smashed the door with one foot and broke in.

At this moment, Wang Jianxiong's face suddenly turned pale.

"A few of you stay to accompany the little prince, and the rest of you will come with me, I want to see how capable Jun Molin is. Wang Jianxiong said, and then led more than 100 people out of the attic.

When Wang Jianxiong and the others came to the door, they saw Jun Mo standing with his hands in his hands, like a mountain, standing there quietly.

In the past, King Feng would suppress others, but he never thought that today he would be blocked by a freshman who had just entered the inner courtyard.

Thinking of this, Wang Jianxiong couldn't help but feel a burst of anger, his eyes were cold, and he said in a cold voice: "Jun Molin, I know that you are strong, but my Feng King will definitely not be a place where you can spread wild, don't be rampant, otherwise the consequences are not something you can bear." ”

"Hand over Ye Kuan, I'll go. Jun Molin said lightly, not taking Wang Jianxiong's threat in his eyes at all.

"Hehe, I want to see if you have the ability to take the little prince. Wang Jianxiong said solemnly.

"Wang Jianxiong, abolish him for me, and I'll bear it if something happens!" Ye Kuan said to Wang Jianxiong fiercely.

Then Wang Jianxiong looked cold and said, "Yes, the little prince asked me to wait for him." ”

Suddenly, nearly 100 members of the Fengwang Association of the River Realm attacked mightily, and all kinds of martial arts and spirit soldiers turned into brilliant streamers to kill Jun Molin.

In the Law Enforcement Hall of the Inner Courtyard, a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall said: "Senior Brother Ouyang, then Jun Mo Lin has gone to surround the Feng King Society's general attic alone, shall we go and have a look?"

"No, the Maple King will always act rampantly, it's time for them to suffer. Ouyang Han said in a deep voice.

"But if the vice dean blames it," the disciple said with a moment's hesitation.

"It's okay, I'll take care of everything. Ouyang Han said again.

Looking at the nearly 100 people who were coming, Jun Molin's eyes were full of surging battle intent, and then his figure flashed into the crowd.

One man is a hundred.

"Boom, boom!"

Jun Molin's body was full of golden light, and the mighty bombardment landed on his body with a shocking roar, and then Jun Mo Lin shot out with fierce fists towards a few people in front of him, and as soon as he made a move, a scorching breath swept out, like a round of the sun rampage.

"Knock knock!"

Suddenly, the few people in front of him seemed to have been hit by a meteorite, and their figures turned into a phantom and flew out backwards behind them, hitting several people in an instant.

Seeing that Jun Molin was so fierce, a high-level member of the Feng King Guild fiercely raised the spirit spear in his hand, and stabbed it fiercely from behind Jun Molin, the shadow of the gun was like lightning, sharp and incomparable, containing amazing power, as if he wanted to pierce Jun Molin's back with a shot.

Jun Molin didn't look back, one leg swept backwards, and suddenly a series of air explosions exploded, and then with the power of the rage, it bombarded with the spirit spear.

"Bang!"

The terrifying power was like a mountain pushing horizontally, and the other party was shocked out with guns and smashed on the courtyard wall, and then blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and he fainted on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the members of the Maple King Guild were about to split, and their strength exploded even more, and the Dao Dao Martial Arts Spirit Soldiers erupted one after another, and endless light suddenly erupted in the field.

"Great Day Fist!"

Jun Mo Lin shouted violently, and his figure turned into a thunderbolt, constantly shuttling through the crowd, his fists kept blasting out, and every time he blasted out, one person was shocked and flew out.

The fierce and blazing aura filled the field, and the brilliant light continued to surround the body, causing the enemies who approached him to be scorched in full swing, and they really felt the ferocity of the king at this moment.

"Bang bang bang..."

In the crowd, the sky was full of fist shadows, like raging waves, slapping towards the nearly 100 members of the Maple King Club around them.

"Boom!"

A round of the Great Sun Phantom, containing huge energy, like a golden crow rampant in the world, the fist print instantly bombarded the nearest few people, followed by the fist wind burst, these figures suddenly flew out upside down, and collided with the people behind them, instantly chaotic.

In just a few breaths, among the people present, dozens of people punched one after another, losing the strength to fight again.

"This, this, it's too perverted. ”

"Jun Mo Lin, this guy... You can't mess with it..."

"Terrible... It's horrible. ”

...

At this moment, outside the attic, many disciples watching the battle were shocked, they had been in the inner courtyard for many years, and they had never encountered such a grand occasion.

One person fights a hundred people alone, not to mention the people of the Maple King Society, these are all real river realm powerhouses.

"Don't mess up! Jun Mo is presumptuous!" Wang Jianxiong roared, his eyes seemed to be about to erupt thick fire, and he flew into the middle with his feet.

The remaining ten core members followed, and the figures of the ten people flickered one after another, and in an instant, they surrounded Jun Molin in the center.

"Your rampant has ended!"

"Boy, lie down!"

"Bell Strike!"

...

Wang Jianxiong and the others launched an attack at the same time, as the core figures of the Maple King Society, these ten people are all high-level powerhouses in the Jianghe realm, as soon as they make a move, they are mighty, and they seem to want to suppress Jun Molin in one fell swoop!

In an instant, the bell vibrate, the sword light and sword shadow were like a light curtain, the fist print palm wind, the finger strength leg shadow, and a series of attacks followed.

"Boom, boom!"

The brutal attack enveloped Jun Mo Lin in an instant, and the air around him suddenly froze, and the overwhelming pressure was overwhelmingly suppressed.

And at this moment, the rest of the people around them started to move again, taking advantage of the gap, one spirit soldier after another slashed out, and attacked Jun Molin fiercely.

At this moment, this approach is undoubtedly a little unpopular, and even a little shameless, however, everyone present feels that it is right, after all, the pressure brought to them by this handsome young man in front of them is as heavy as a mountain.

At this moment, the people watching the battle were already shocked and speechless.

This kind of pressure, I am afraid that it is the curtain blade, Ye Lingyun, Ye Feng and the three of them want to go next, it is also extremely difficult, and before they know it, everyone has already compared Jun Molin's strength with the top three demons in the inner courtyard.

In the face of the overwhelming attack that seemed to be a monstrous wave at this moment, Jun Mo Lin had no fear on his handsome face, but a battle intent rose in his eyes.

In the old small hall, the dean of Taiyuan Academy closed his eyes tightly, took a sip of strong tea, and his divine sense enveloped the entire academy, and the old god was enjoying this scene, the unprecedented fierce battle of Taiyuan Academy.

"This little guy is very strong. The dean of Taiyuan Academy, chuckled lightly and muttered, anyone could hear it, and there was a faint appreciation in that tone.

"Dean, do we really let it go?" said a little helplessness on the vice dean's resolute face.

Jun Molin, this little guy, is too capable of making trouble.

"Hehe, young man, let them go, send them to the back mountain after the fight, and be confined for a month. ”

The vice dean was stunned for a moment, and then muttered in his heart: "This is a punishment for others, but for this kid... There is no point in punishing. ”