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Of course, there is another kind of person in this world, and that is the person who takes himself too seriously. This kind of person always feels that he is important to others and even to the world, and never takes others in his eyes.

There are many such people in this world, and it is obvious that the person behind Zhao Yichen who was almost waved by him is this kind of person.

In fact, Zhao Yichen already felt that there seemed to be someone behind him when he waved his hand, and he wanted to turn around and apologize to others, but when he heard such a rude sentence, his apology to the person who came suddenly lost eight or nine points, and he glanced back and said, "What are you calling for?!" I didn't hit you again. ”

As the saying goes, you respect me, I respect you, if you don't take me seriously, I will naturally not give you face.

This is Zhao Yichen's principle of life, and it is also a point that Yang Tianxiao agrees with very much.

But I saw that the person who came looked mediocre, and the dress was not outstanding, wearing a green coat, and carrying a white fairy sword behind his back, it seemed to be a magic weapon, and it should be given by the master, but it is unknown which level.

The other man beside him, a little taller than him, was dressed in the same clothes, and was obviously under the same master. But in comparison, this person seems to be a little stronger.

"What's the matter? Hmph, are you itching your skin, looking for a beating, right? The monk with the white fairy sword on his back did not give up, and sneered at Zhao Yichen.

"Hmph, you can try it, keep it so that your master doesn't know you." Zhao Yichen was also young and vigorous, where was he willing to give up half a step, and said provocatively at the monk.

He has been in the academy for a year, and he has never practiced in actual combat until now, and just when he had an opportunity to try his hand, Zhao Yichen let his anger rise.

The little monk was furious, and his right hand reached out to the fairy sword behind his back, but Zhao Yichen didn't give him such a chance at all, his body moved like a ghost, he took a step forward, and his right hand clenched his fist at a lightning speed, and walked towards the little monk's face with the power of destroying gold and jade.

From the speed at which the little monk drew his sword, Zhao Yichen instantly judged that he was not a Dumen monk, so in terms of speed, he had an advantage, coupled with the shocking divine power blessed by his spiritual power, the other party couldn't dodge it no matter what, and he couldn't stand this punch.

However, he ignored that there was another man standing beside the monk.

This person was silent, but he kept standing, and when Zhao Yichen was about to punch him, he blinked slightly, the spiritual power in his eyes flowed, and a wonderful aura came out of him.

The moment Zhao Yichen swung his fist, he discovered his existence and glanced at him, but this glance made Zhao Yichen's heart in a trance, and his whole body stiffened there, and then the punch just now smashed into his chest inexplicably, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his throat.

"Do you want to do it? A hillbilly like you, presumably your master is also a hillbilly to hand over a fool like you, and if I were your master, I should find a crack in the ground to get into. "The little monk didn't know that Zhao Yichen had such an amazing speed, and he was shocked, but fortunately, there was a senior brother here, so he mocked Zhao Yichen again.

"With such a little strength, you still come out to play tricks? Look for death! Don't let me see you next time, or I'll see you hit you once. The monk, who had not spoken, finally spoke, but when he spoke, he was extremely arrogant.

Hearing the insult to the master, Zhao Yichen was really angry now, only to feel that a flame in his chest was burning, he spit out the blood in his mouth with a "puff", wiped his mouth, and said angrily: "Insult the family teacher, don't wear the sky!" ”

"You're going to beat me!" The monk said.

Zhao Yichen said coldly: "Okay! ”

Before the words fell, Zhao Yichen's figure disappeared in front of the eyes of the two, and the next moment, he suddenly appeared behind the taller monk, and a "braised elbow" slammed into the back of the man's head.

But I didn't want to, this blow actually missed, and there was not even a figure at this time where the monk was standing. The monk ghostly appeared behind him and punched him in the back of the head, sending a huge force from the back of his head.

Zhao Yichen hurriedly flashed to the side, wanting to dodge this blow, but who knew that the monk was really like a ghost, no matter how he dodged, he could appear behind him in an instant.

"Brother Dumen!" Zhao Yichen muttered to himself.

If it was Brother Dumen, then Zhao Yichen's speed would definitely not be comparable to the other party, but from his intuitive feelings, the power of the other party's punch just now was beyond the ordinary, and it should not be something that Brother Dumen should be able to have.

What the hell is going on?

Could it be that the other party is the same as himself, is it wonderful?

To say that Zhao Yichen is really a strange flower, he not only has the physical fitness and strength of the Amazing Monk, but also has the speed of the Dumen Monk, which can be described as rare in time.

But these are all derived from the transformation of his body by black qi, so that his body has amazing strength and toughness, in order to achieve such an effect.

Is there anyone else in the world who can have black gas?

Just as Zhao Yichen was wondering, the figure behind him reappeared, and at the same time, a heavy punch slammed into his chest. He hurriedly wanted to change and attack the monk behind him, and an amazing scene happened, the monk turned into countless ghosts, and constantly rotated around Zhao Yichen, Zhao Yichen was sealed by countless figures in all directions, and he couldn't tell which one was the main body.

Suddenly, Wan Dao figures swung their fists at him at the same time, and he immediately swung them to greet him, but he missed the air and punched him again.

After repeating this, after only a moment, Zhao Yichen was hit by no less than forty or fifty punches.

Although the power of these fists is not very large, but after dozens of punches, even if Zhao Yichen's body strength is extremely strong, he is really a little unbearable, if he can't break the opponent's moves, I'm afraid he will really be seriously injured.

The two monks saw that Zhao Yichen was beaten in embarrassment, and sneered: "Boy, it's not okay, insult your master?" I'm insulted, and you come to beat me! ”

"Okay!" The same answer, different voice, this time it was not Zhao Yichen's answer, compared to before, although this answer was playful, it was more full of undoubted momentum.

At the same time as the voice sounded, Zhao Yichen's shoulder was pressed by a big hand, the movements on his hands and feet and the spiritual power in his body were forced to stop, and the afterimages in front of him also retreated one after another, leaving only the original two monks. When he looked back, Gu Lanhui smiled at him, and turned his head to look at the two monks in front of him calmly.

"Hmph" Gu Lanhui let out a cold snort from his mouth, which seemed to be extremely normal, but the two monks were like a great enemy, their faces changed greatly, and they had no power to fight back, so they flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string, and hit the big tree behind them heavily.

The monk with the sword on his back clutched his chest and fell to the ground, the slightly taller monk looked solemn, endured the pain and stood up, his hands waved in front of him, the spiritual power in his eyes flowed, and the faint aura eroded here in silence.

Looking at this familiar scene, Zhao Yichen couldn't help but think of Huo Zhuoqun's methods when he fought with the big man surnamed Wu that day, and only then did he understand that it was not that the other party had any advantages in speed and strength just now, but that he had fallen into a misunderstanding from the beginning, thinking that the other party was a Dumen monk, but in fact, the other party was a wounded monk, and everything was just an illusion.

After thinking about this, he sat down on the spot, healed his wounds, and stopped caring about the outside world.

He was very relieved and relieved, because Gu Lanhui was on his side, and when it came to illusion, the other party was far behind.

Seeing that the monk's spell was about to come true, Gu Lanhui didn't interrupt him at all, and said with a smile: "There is still some meaning." ”

The monk was still serious, and after a moment he stopped moving, and said with a slight hideousness, "Go and die." ”

"Okay!" Gu Lanhui's hand grabbed lightly in the air, nodded and said.

However, the next moment, the unthinkable happened.