Yang is really fast!

Ning Wuji's long sword had just condensed, Yang Zhen's feet had already been raised, the ground under his feet was cracked inch by inch, and his body was like lightning, and he came directly in front of Ning Wuji.

Everyone was taken aback, and was taken aback by Yang Zhen's sudden kick.

No one expected that Yang Zhen's speed would be so fast.

Ning Wujian didn't expect that in the face of him, a strong man who was about to break through the tribulation period, Yang Zhen would be able to be so simple, not retreating, but advancing, and kicking at him.

Seeing that a big-footed board was getting bigger and bigger, kicking it in the face, and most importantly, the gutter oil and vegetable leaves on the soles of Yang Zhen's feet looked extremely disgusting.

Ning Wuqian sneered again and again, although such a speed is fast, it is simply wishful thinking to kick him in the face like this!

In an instant, Ning Wujian thought of countless ways to deal with it, and the easiest and quickest was to give way sideways, and then control the talent inscription long sword in mid-air to slash Yang Zhen from behind with a sword.

As the bigfoot board got bigger and bigger, the sneering smile on Ning Wuji's face became more and more prevalent.

Everything seems to have turned into slow motion, which is not abrupt at all in the eyes of the strong.

The mouths and eyes of the surrounding crowd are also getting bigger and bigger, seeing that Yang Zhen's big feet are about to be printed on Ning Wuji's face, because the speed is too fast, a drop of gutter oil under the soles of Yang Zhen's feet is thrown out, and it crosses an arc and falls towards the ground.

Hide!

Ning Wujian hid!

Everyone's eyes began to condense, and they all saw that Ning Wujian was about to make an almost perfect sideways movement, and even the feather fan in his hand was stirred up to match his perfect posture.

Picture perfect!

Everyone's breathing stopped, just for a moment.

Ning Wuqian suddenly trembled, and the smile on his face came to an abrupt end, replaced by a kind of horror and disbelief.

Bang——!

A dull sound came, and Yang Zhen's big feet fell on Ning Wuji's face, impartial, and symmetrical.

Rumble!

Ning Wuqian raised his head and flew backwards, the whole person was already confused in mid-air, his face was full of astonishment, a rotten vegetable leaf like a golden jade cabbage was kicked into Ning Wuji's mouth by Yang Zhen, and Ning Wuji, who flew back upside down, subconsciously closed his mouth, but dragged the vegetable leaf down.

Ning Wuji, who flew back, made an extremely beautiful backflip in the air, landed perfectly, fell back a few steps, and stood firm.

With a pop, he spit out the dirty vegetable leaves in his mouth, Ning Wuqian looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief, and a large shoe print with an oil-water mixture on his face was clearly visible.

Only then did everyone remember that Yang Zhen was not only just a monk who practiced the void period, but also a cook in the dining room of the Spiritual Palace.

But it was precisely because of this that everyone was even more stunned and shocked.

Such a cultivator, who had no sense of existence in the crowd at all, actually kicked Ning Wuqian out with one kick, and even a vegetable leaf on his foot was put into Ning Wuji's mouth.

This...... It's incredible!

Everyone looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief, looking confused in disbelief.

Only a few people saw it clearly, it was not that Ning Wuqian couldn't dodge, but that the moment he was dodging, his face actually changed greatly, as if he was restrained by something, just a pause, and he had already been kicked.

After a kick, Yang Zhen looked at the footprints on Ning Wujian's face, was slightly stunned, raised his foot to look at the soles of his feet, frowned, rubbed the soles of his feet on the ground, and said with a grin: "I'm sorry, I accidentally stepped on the swill basin when I came, and I haven't dried ......up until now."

Swill basin!

Hearing this, everyone had a feeling of wanting to retch.

Ning Wuji's face changed even more, and there was a sense of anger and murderous intent in the blue and red.

Yang Zhen saw that Ning Wuqian was angry, and there was a trace of embarrassment on his face: "Don't be angry, it's not worth it to be angry, why don't you wait for me, I'll change my shoes and continue to fight?"

Burst!

Everyone burst into laughter.

Damn, can you lose a little more?

Halfway through the fight, you have to change your shoes, you really think about Ning Dagongzi.

Ning Wu's breathless burst was like thunder, he roared angrily, and the magic tricks of his hands changed again and again, and for a while, the wind and clouds changed, and the violent divine soul fluctuations covered the sky and the sun, and between the violent shocks, the raging True Yuan power condensed into a long sword with a handle that exuded a killing intent in midair.

"Yang Dingtian, you should feel fortunate that you are the first person to die under my Qinglian Sword Technique!"

......

"What? Ning Wujian actually comprehended the Qinglian Sword Technique of Beigu Academy?"

"It's not good, everyone get out of the way, it is said that this Qinglian Sword Technique is extremely powerful and destroys the world. ”

Hearing the name Qinglian Sword Technique, everyone was taken aback and stepped back one after another.

Even the Liu Palace Lord and the old Palace Lord glanced at each other, revealing a solemn expression, and with a wave of their hands, a light curtain composed of talented inscriptions shrouded Yang Zhen and Ning Wujian so as not to hurt the others.

In mid-air, the power of the furious divine soul was attached to the Qinglian Sword Technique, making it impossible to tell which long sword was real and which was fake.

Perhaps, every long sword that exudes terrifying killing intent is real.

In mid-air, the violent qi wave suddenly condensed into a huge and incomparably large green lotus, and below the green lotus, countless long swords were derived, overwhelming the sky, and everyone could see their scalps tingle.

With such a powerful sword technique, no matter how fast Yang Zhen's speed is, how many can he dodge?

For a while, everyone's eyes fell on Yang Zhen, who was scorching.

Wait a minute...... Burning eyes?

Seeing Yang Zhen's expression, everyone was stunned, could it be that Yang Zhen, a slut, was not thinking about how to deal with it, but thinking that this Qinglian Sword Technique was very hanging?

Just when everyone was in doubt, Yang Zhen suddenly screamed, pointed at Ning Wujian and said happily: "Oh, this is good, this is good, I didn't expect the divine soul power to be able to play like this, I'll try it too!"

The group of people around looked at each other, and the corners of most of their mouths began to twitch.

What do you want to try too?

The Qinglian Sword Technique is the secret of the Beigu Academy, powerful and unpredictable, even among the disciples of the Beigu Academy, not everyone can comprehend it, you say try it?

Who do you think you are?

Ning Wujian was also stunned, laughed, pointed the feather fan in his hand directly at Yang Zhen, and the shoe prints on his face were deformed with laughter:

"It's ridiculous, the Qinglian Sword Technique is a kind of use of divine soul power, and the complexity of it is even praised by the father, master, son, and other old people, and it is extremely difficult to comprehend, you live in ...... What are you doing?"

Before Ning Wujian finished speaking, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Yang Zhen blankly.

In front of everyone's eyes, Yang Zhen suddenly stood up straight in a serious manner, and various gestures of his hands changed one after another, dividing and combining, making people dazzled, and he didn't know what he was doing.

The most outrageous thing is that his mouth also makes a 'sigh' sound, as if he is dubbing himself.

These gestures looked mysterious, but they didn't have any real fluctuations, as if they were just shows.

Everyone looked at each other, this Yang Zhen, is he here to be funny?

At this time, Yang Zhen suddenly laughed, pinched a strange gesture heartily, and said excitedly: "It's done!"

The next moment, in the midst of the rolling waves of qi around Yang Zhen's body, a divine soul power suddenly exploded, and in the blink of an eye, it was overwhelming, and even the Qinglian Sword Technique was forced to retreat.

Under the terrifying sound of rolling air waves, Yang Zhen's strange voice came.

"Multiple Shadow Clones Technique: Cards to Ben Xinnuo...... What a few things!"

Boom ——!

Heaven and earth roared, and behind Yang Zhen, countless Yang Zhen appeared.

Lifelike, with a playful smile on his face.

"Beat him!" Yang Zhen, who was at the front, stretched out his hand and pointed.

Countless Yang Zhen all made a deafening sound, and a wave of white clouds erupted under their feet, rushing towards Ning Wujian.

"Beat Him"

Countless voices rang out.

Ning Wujian was so frightened that he almost turned his head and ran.