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Although Jing Zhai is one of the five colleges, it has always been mysterious. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Regardless of the fact that Jingzhai only admits students with female surnames, the surnames of the deans of each generation of them alone are enough to compile a thick gossip book.

Leng Youshuang, the dean of Jing Zhai's generation, was known for her beauty when she was young, and when she participated in a martial saint promotion competition as a top student of Jing Zhai, almost all opponents were subdued by her beauty, and there was still a little bit of confrontation.

It's a pity that Leng Youshuang's surname is the same as her name, as cold as Frost. She seemed to have no interest in the relationship between men and women at all, devoted herself to cultivation, and finally took over Jingzhai at the age of thirty-five, becoming the youngest Jingzhai dean in history.

Since then, Leng Youshuang has lived even more simply, and occasionally appears with a cold face, never showing a smile.

The image of such a cold and arrogant woman in the minds of the whole world has long been fixed. No one can imagine the appearance of Cold Frost laughing, just as no one can imagine Zhichong going crazy.

As the dean of the Songshan Buddhist Monastery, Zhichong has always been old-fashioned. The people of the monastery do not like to fight, and rarely get involved in various disputes. This time, if it weren't for the face of the five major academies, Zhichong would not have been involved in this troubled water.

One is arrogant and ruthless, the other is old and steady, and both of them are top masters, and one left and one right can be regarded as a hand-held pinch. But the ice chips shot out by Yaoyang are not ordinary hidden weapons, but from the life and death talisman in the Northern Pluto Divine Skill!

The ice chips turned into water droplets under the attack of the two, and they actually tore through the defense of the true qi and drilled into the pores of the skin. The two of them only felt a slight chill in the meridians, but they didn't feel anything unusual.

"I think you're going to play tricks on how long you're going to go!" The Seven Evil Palms of the Cold Frost stirred up the power of the seven palms, and slapped at the seven vital points on Yaoyang's body.

Seeing the palm force slapped, Yaoyang raised his hand and looked at Leng Youshuang with a smile, as if he was looking at a terminally ill patient. The ridicule in Yaoyang's eyes made Leng Youshuang very annoyed, and he couldn't wait to slap Yaoyang into meat sauce at once to relieve the hatred in his heart.

But just a moment before the seven palms destroyed Yaoyang, Leng Youshuang's resolute movements suddenly stopped. She only felt a tingling pain in the acupuncture points on her shoulders, as if a sharp needle had pierced it. The stinging pain was followed by an unbearable itch, and Rao is cold frost, the knife on the neck will not change color, and the surname can't help but scream "oops"!

The palm force was around Yaoyang, only a centimeter or two away, and it seemed that Yaoyang could be torn apart at any time, but Leng Youshuang couldn't exert any more force at all. Not only the two shoulders, but the itch quickly spread to the whole body with lightning speed.

When the itching reached the hands and feet, the limbs hung down weakly, and they couldn't exert any strength. The itch reached the chest and abdomen, and even breathing became a little sluggish. When the itching spread from the outside to the body and entered the viscera, Leng Youshuang suddenly screamed twice in her throat, and sat on the ground with a soft body.

What a person Leng Youshuang, let alone moaning and screaming, even if he has a good face, he rarely puts one out. When Ping Suri appeared, Leng Youshuang had an arrogant face, exuding an aura that rejected people thousands of miles away, and he was the most aggressive of the five deans.

But now Leng Youshuang has completely changed her appearance, and she sees that the facial features on her face are completely distorted, and she looks quite hideous. And her posture sitting on the ground is no different from that of a shrew on the street. In the eyes of TV viewers, this new look is like seeing a pig climbing a tree, and everyone is stunned!

This is just the beginning of a big scene, and in the moaning of Cold Frost, Zhichong is no better. This highly respected master, like Leng Youshuang, fell to the ground limp. He also let out one cry after another from his mouth, and reached out and scratched at his body, which was even more anxious than the tramps who caught lice on the street.

The audience in front of the TV was stunned, Ling Suxin and the photographer were also stupid, and even Mu Hanshu and Hu Hai, who was prostrated and weak, were dumbfounded, thinking that they were dazzled and misguided.

Leng Youshuang wanted to slap herself a few times, but she couldn't figure out why she was screaming so embarrassed. It is a great insult for her to fall into such a situation, which has always been cold and arrogant. However, she could not control her body, and dozens of acupuncture points around her body were itching at the same time, as if there were millions of ants burrowing in them, and like tens of millions of hairs scratching around.

Even if she cut off one of Leng Youshuang's arms, she would definitely not let out a painful exhalation, and she would not even frown. However, this kind of itching is very resistant to people, and it is a million times more painful than pain.

"What kind of poison is this!" Leng Youshuang mustered up a little remaining strength, reached out and took out a few emerald green pills, and swallowed them in his mouth.

Jing Zhai has always been known for his miscellaneous studies, and he is extremely proficient in refining various potions. Cold Cream is the culmination of its predecessors, and uses the most advanced technology to develop a batch of pills that can remove all kinds of poisons a few years ago. Now she swallowed the pill, hoping to expel the tingling sensation from her body.

When the pill enters the throat, it immediately turns into a cool medicinal power that flows all over the body. Leng Youshuang snorted, but found that the itching sensation not only did not dissipate, but became more and more severe.

The antidote is useless, the numbness of thousands of insects gnawing in the internal organs and muscles is simply unbearable, if it is replaced by someone else, even if it is a martial god, it will roll over and over again. It's also thanks to Leng Youshuang that he has the strength of a super martial god, but he is only struggling to support it, and it will collapse at any time.

"You use poison, shameless!" Leng Youshuang had nothing to do, and he pointed at Yaoyang and roared loudly, his eyes were full of angry flames, and he wanted to burn Yaoyang alive.

Yaoyang put his hands behind his back and looked at Leng Youshuang coldly, and a boundless loneliness appeared in his heart. He suddenly found that his life was like climbing this Huashan, and he was about to reach the top.

"Perhaps, the sea of stars is my future." Yaoyang looked up at the sky, high up, looking at the world. Neither thunder nor wind and rain, neither birth nor death, seem to be able to damage it in the slightest.

It seems that only time can bring about a change in this great firmament that has existed since time immemorial.

For a moment, Yao Yang seemed to have grasped a momentary opportunity, and he even forgot that there were four powerful enemies in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

Seeing that Yaoyang was a little distracted, Mu Hanshu's eyes flashed with essence, and he jumped behind Leng Youshuang, and shouted: "Use your true qi to force the toxin out!" ”

As he spoke, he had already injected a majestic True Qi into Leng Youshuang's body.

This true qi is thick and dignified, with an extremely cold ice aura, as long as the toxin does not invade the internal organs, it can be easily forced out.

However, Mu Hanshu urged his true qi three or four times in a row, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it had no effect at all.

"Oops! Oops! It's tickling me! Mu Hanshu's help not only did not force the cold frost to force out the toxin, but instead moaned loudly. Her face was painful, and her originally fair face was blue and red for a while, as if she was drunk, and even her consciousness was a little confused.

Zhichong on the other side was also in a worrying situation, he tried several times to get up but failed, and simply lay down on the ground, his hands grabbed on his body, and even his clothes were torn.

When Mu Hanshu saw the appearance of the two of them, his heart was awe-inspiring, and he was a little afraid of Yaoyang. He said in his heart: What kind of vicious means did this kid use, even the super martial god couldn't stand it?

The rabbit died and the fox was sad, Mu Hanshu roared loudly: "Jiang Yaoyang, if you want to kill, you will kill, what is it to torture people like this!" ”

Yaoyang's body moved slightly, and he woke up from his contemplation. He glanced thoughtfully into the air, and then withdrew his gaze to the four people in front of him.

Blood marks appeared on Zhichong's bald head, which he couldn't resist the erosion of the itch, and scratched vigorously with his hands. His clothes were also torn in a few places, revealing his sturdy muscles, but unfortunately, even if it was a figure made of steel, it was just a pile of flesh and blood under the control of the life and death charm at the moment.

I saw Zhichong's fingers scratching wildly, leaving deep blood marks everywhere he went, and even blood dripping from it. He even shouted in his mouth: "Itchy! It's so itchy! ”

Zhichong's voice was terrible, but Leng Youshuang was a little crying: "Kill me!" Kill me! ”

Mu Hanshu was helpless, glared at Yaoyang and said, "Do you dare to fight with me in a dignified manner?" If I win......"

Before the words fell, a huge momentum expanded out from Yaoyang's body, like a huge bowl, and suddenly buckled Mu Hanshu in it.

Without waiting for Mu Hanshu to figure out what was going on, Yaoyang stepped out and came to him.

"You!" Mu Hanshu wanted to make a move, but found that he was oppressed by Yaoyang's momentum, and he couldn't even move a little finger.

He was covered in cold sweat in surprise, and then he realized that his strength was not a little different from Yaoyang!

"How is that possible! How could there be such a monster in the world, isn't he human? Mu Hanshu was a little desperate, it was like the battle between a praying mantis and an elephant, which was doomed to end without starting.

"A dignified battle?" Yaoyang's face was as pale as water, "This is what you want?" ”

"I ......" Mu Hanshu was speechless, and after shouting, he realized that he was not a heavyweight with Yaoyang at all, and he really wanted to swallow Fang Cai's words back into his stomach.

"I have no grievances with you, and you came to the door yourself. I have also given you the opportunity to choose, but you don't cherish it. Yaoyang shook his head and said, "There must be a limit to bullying, this matter is completely Huashan's fault, you can just pull the bias, if I don't obey, I will use force to force me, is this your consciousness as a super martial god?" If that's the case, I'll destroy your sense of superiority that has sprung up out of nowhere, and make you understand that you can't do whatever you want without being strong by force! ”

Mu Hanshu looked at Yaoyang stupidly, whether it was strength or reason, he was defeated!

"I'm not just here to bulldoze Huashan today! I still have to do the right thing for heaven! Yaoyang snorted coldly in his mouth, and his momentum exploded again!

(To be continued)