Chapter 27: Roommate Sparring
86_86419 "Really? I don't think so. Yan Wu's chuckle came out of the competition platform, and he saw that he stretched out his hand and raised it, and all the light elements were absorbed into his hand, and the visibility on the field suddenly returned to normal.
"Brother Wu! You win! The person standing was actually Yan Wu, Li Yinke cheered, rushed up and wanted to hug Yan Wu, but was unceremoniously pushed away by Yan Wu.
Feng Zhengyu's teammates looked at the field in shock, they couldn't say anything at the moment, and then one of the clever second-year martial artists ran up to the competition platform to check on Feng Zhengyu's injuries, but the result made him dumbfounded.
"You...... You broke Captain Feng's limbs? That Feng Zhengyu's teammate had a big mouth, and it seemed that he was about to be in trouble.
"What's the matter, didn't your captain say before that if you don't give him all the credits, you will abolish me? I'm just treating others the way I do. Yan Wu smiled contemptuously, what is it to break his limbs, if it is really outside the academy, Yan Wu may kill him directly.
"You're done, you're done...... Do you know who Captain Feng's brother is? His brother is the sixteenth master on the Qinghong list, and he will definitely take revenge on the captain. The second-year martial artist pointed at Yan Wu and was a little speechless.
Yan Wu glanced at him indifferently: "It's not the first person to say this kind of thing to me, the last one who said this kind of thing to me was almost killed by me, do you want to try it too, but it's a pity that you can't kill people in the academy." β
"Forehead......" Yan Wu's glance back didn't have any meaning, but with his last sentence that seemed to be talking to himself, it instantly made the second-grade martial artist creepy, and he didn't dare to stay too much at the moment, so he hurriedly beckoned his companion to carry Feng Zhengyu away, and didn't even dare to let go of a cruel word when he left.
"Wu Yan, it's okay." Wang Jiu walked up and patted Yan Wu on the shoulder, after all, the opponent was a master at the level of a great martial artist, although Yan Wu won, Wang Jiu was still worried about whether he was injured.
After listening to Wang Jiu's words, Yan Wu shook his head and said, "It's okay, but it's still almost possible to break through, the battle process just now was too short, and the martial energy of physical fitness can't burn." β
"Oh? Speaking of which, I'm also a little curious, how did you defeat that Feng Zhengyu in such a short period of time? That's almost the same as a spike. Wang Jiu was a little curious.
"Huh? That's the case, that Feng Zhengyu is a speed-type martial artist, the moment he rushed up to attack me, I used the martial art that affected my vision, and then I took advantage of his temporary blindness and couldn't control the direction to hit him instantly, after all, he was not a martial artist of the physical cultivation department, and he fainted directly if he couldn't bear my set. Yan Wu said it lightly, he didn't say the key points, and he didn't tell them that Yan Wu directly used the Holy Flame to erode Feng Zhengyu's body protection martial arts and punch into his body, all in all, the Holy Flame was Yan Wu's core weapon.
"So that's the case, you need a body cultivator to fight with you, so as to stimulate the martial energy in your body to help you break through, isn't it?" Wang Jiu thought for a while, and then asked Yan Wudao.
"That's right, although the battle with Feng Zhengyu just now was very short, my battle* was still stirred up, and I urgently need a fierce battle now." At this moment, Yanwu was in a strong fighting spirit, and wanted to beckon Wang Jiu and the three of them to go out to find an opponent for a competition.
But he didn't expect Wang Jiu to wave his hand directly: "What else are you going to do when you go out to find something, I just happen to be a martial artist who is a minor cultivator, how about two moves between our brothers." β
"Well, of course." Yan Wu agreed with a smile, and then stood in the middle of the competition platform again.
At the beginning of the fight, Yan Wu started with the holy light again, but Wang Jiu, who had a good sense of battle, directly blocked the dazzling light with his thick arms, and this time Chen Yao, who was fighting outside the field, also protected his eyes in advance, and the stupid Li Yinke screamed again and was hit again.
"You can't do this trick, let's do it with real knives!" Wang Jiu roared, his figure suddenly rose a lot, and the whole person attacked Yanwu like an iron tower.
"Good time." Yanwu had a strong fighting spirit, and he did not dodge or avoid attacking Wang Jiu. Yan Wu's current * is different from the kind of bean curd scum that has just crossed over, and now after Yan Wu continues to temper with the Holy Flame, his * strength has reached a very considerable Cheng dΓΉ, at least at this moment, he is not at all inferior to Wang Jiu in a head-to-head duel without using martial arts, you must know that Wang Jiu is a master in the early stage of the Great Martial Artist, and he is a big realm higher than Yan Wu.
"Your physical strength is also very good, I'm going to be serious next." Seeing that Yan Wu, who was several times inferior to him in physique, could actually resist him for so long, Wang Jiu's fighting spirit was also stimulated.
At that moment, Wang Jiu took a step back, and the surface of his body began to emit an earthy yellow faint light, "The power of the earth, roar!" β
Wang Jiu's forehead was bruised, this was a kind of explosive body technique similar to the Eight Gate Dunjia, at this moment Wang Jiu's strength instantly multiplied, and the fist that hit Yan Wu's body made Yan Wu feel unbearable.
"Okay, that's it!" Yan Wu felt that the martial energy in his body began to boil, and the few hard collisions just now completely burned his martial energy.
A boiling Saint Flame gathered on his right arm, Yan Wu took a step back and began to charge up, "Final blow, let you try this, Flame Rush Fist!" β
An ordinary yellow-level martial arts flame punch, accompanied by the power of Sheng Yan, Yan Wu's punch actually did not hit Wang Jiu, the fist stopped at an arm's distance from Wang Jiu's chest, but the Sheng Yan with a strong impact force erupted with the forward power of the fist and directly hit Wang Jiu's chest.
"Uh......" A violent impact burst into Wang Jiu's chest, and the exploded holy flames scattered to all parts of his body like fireworks, beginning to scorch the earthy yellow martial energy covering his body.
"What a strong flame, what kind of flame is this." Wang Jiu snorted bitterly, but he didn't admit defeat, "Look at me extinguishing him, landslide!" β
"Boom!" Wang Jiu dodged heavily on the ground, and the stone slab of the competition platform was instantly stepped out of a small crack, and countless cracks extended out like spider webs, and earthy yellow martial energy air erupted from these cracks.
The attack range of the landslide was very large, and the tremor was very strong, Yan Wu was directly knocked to the ground without paying attention and lost his sense of strength, and the constantly shaking ground made Yan Wu unable to even stand up.
The impact of the martial energy from the bottom up brought by the landslide made the holy flame attached to Wang Jiu's body dim and fluttering, but it could not be completely extinguished, and it was still stubbornly burning the body protection martial energy on the surface of the body.
"Haha, my flame isn't that easy to extinguish." Having taken away the holy flame attached to Wang Jiu's body, Yan Wu was still sitting in the place, and the ground rose and fell with the constant vibration