An earthy yellow light enveloped Xiang Fangqiang, and a barrier protected him.

Wang Jiapin's attacks all hit Xiang Fangqiang's barrier, but the barrier was still as solid as a mountain, without the slightest break.

Wang Jiapin's brows furrowed slightly, and then he stepped back, his toes lightly, and he retreated elegantly.

Seeing this, Xiang Fangqiang did not pursue, but stood still, staring at Wang Jiapin with his eyes.

Speed is not what he is good at, attack is not what he is good at, he is only good at defense.

In this fight, he has only one fighting method, that is, dragging, until Wang Jiapin's fighting spirit is exhausted, and then it is time for him to fight back.

"What a hard defense." Wang Jiapin's brows furrowed even deeper, Xiang Fangqiang's defensive shield was like a turtle shell, he had to fight quickly, otherwise the final result would be extremely unfavorable to him.

Both of them were trying their best to test each other.

Finally, after a stalemate for half an hour, in a temptation, Wang Jiapin grabbed a flaw exposed by Xiang Fangqiang in one fell swoop and knocked the other party out of the ring.

"Class one, Wang Jiapin wins!"

The referee loudly announces the result.

Wang Jiapin gasped slightly, a smile appeared on his face, he won. It's just that his consumption of fighting energy is a little large.

"Next."

Wang Jiapin said to the referee.

“？”

The referee glanced at Wang Jiapin suspiciously, and asked hesitantly, "Are you sure you won't rest for a while?" ”

Generally speaking, the winner of the match can ask for a quarter of an hour off to regain his fighting spirit or something.

Doesn't Wang Jiapin need it?

After taking a deep look at Wang Jiapin, the referee shouted loudly to the eleventh class below: "The next student of the eleventh class, come on!" ”

The referee's voice sounded, which immediately caused a burst of excitement among the students of Class 11 below.

"Damn, who is this guy!"

"So arrogant, all the guys in the class are so arrogant?"

The instructor of Class 11 turned slightly blue.

"Hao Peng, you go."

The mentor said to a teenager.

Hao Peng nodded, with the same anger on his face, and said: "Don't worry, mentor, this guy will be handed over to me to deal with, I want to let him know that arrogance has to pay a price." ”

After Hao Peng finished speaking, the students of Class 11 responded one after another.

"Brother Peng, come on, beat him down."

"Brother Peng, we all support you!"

The corners of Hao Peng's mouth showed a hint of coldness, and then he stepped into the ring.

Wang Jiapin looked at Hao Peng, his expression was slightly condensed, this guy gave him a feeling that it was a little difficult to deal with.

"Hao Peng, please advise."

Hao Peng said indifferently.

"Wang Jiapin."

Wang Jiapin said, and then didn't say much.

"It's game on."

The referee shouted.

As soon as the words fell, a burst of strong electric light suddenly erupted from Hao Peng's body, and the thunder arc flashed around him.

Thunder attribute fighting energy, he is an extremely rare thunder attribute fighting spirit!

"Whew!"

The air exploded, and Hao Peng's figure rushed towards Wang Jiapin like a bolt of lightning.

"Xuan-level intermediate fighting skill, thunder explosion!"

Hao Peng let out a low snort, a strong thunder light condensed in his hand, and a ball of thunder and lightning appeared in his hand, a violent aura emanated, and the arc raged.

Wang Jiapin didn't dare to slack off, raised the thin sword in his hand, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

"Xuan-level low-level fighting skills, wind and thunder sword techniques!"

The sound is like thunder, fast as the wind!

A sword shadow suddenly appeared in the air, and the fierce sword aura overwhelmingly headed towards Hao Peng.

A faint trace of disdain flashed in Hao Peng's eyes, and the violent thunder attribute fighting spirit on the surface of his body was revealed, and he rushed into the sword shadow without hesitation.

Rumble!

A loud bang exploded.

A figure suddenly flew upside down, spat out a mouthful of blood in midair, and fell off the field in embarrassment.

"Class Eleven, Hao Peng, victory!"

The referee loudly announced the result.

Hao Peng stood in the center of the ring, looking at the location of the first class in the square below, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

"Next."

……

Tutor Ruolin looked at Hao Peng above and raised his eyebrows slightly. At this time, several students from the first class also brought back Wang Jiapin, who vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"Mentor Ruolin, I ......"

"It's okay, you go down and rest first." Mentor Ruolin looked at Wang Jiapin's embarrassed appearance, and thought of his arrogant appearance in the ring before, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

She knew that Wang Jiapin was not convinced by Fang Yu, and her behavior in the ring was also to compare with Fang Yu. But Fang Yu has the strength to be arrogant, and you don't have much strength, so it's normal to be so arrogant and targeted by others.

"Mentor Ruolin, let me play, I'm going to teach Jia Pin a good lesson for that bastard above."

Chen Mo said loudly, staring at Hao Peng above with burning eyes.

He and Wang Jiapin are good friends, and now his friend has been defeated and seriously injured, if he can't help him take revenge, he can't swallow this breath in his heart.

Tutor Ruolin glanced at Chen Mo with a headache, these students really didn't let her worry, one or two of them were like this.

Thinking of this, Mentor Ruolin's eyes gradually became cold.

"Okay, you can play."

"Yes." Chen Mo nodded excitedly in response.

After speaking, Chen Mo immediately came on the field. looked at Hao Peng opposite, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Your name is Hao Peng, right, the person you defeated just now is my brother, I will defeat you in a while and avenge him."

Chen Mo gritted his teeth and said.

"Hmph."

Hao Peng snorted coldly and said coldly: "Then I'll see if you have that ability." ”

Before the game even began, there was a strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

"It's game on."

When the referee saw that the two were ready, he immediately shouted.

"Xuan-level intermediate fighting skill, Wind Fall Kill!"

Chen Mo drank lowly, his whole body was surging wildly, and light cyan whirlwinds appeared all around him.

The sound of the wind was loud.

"Windfall" is his strongest fighting skill, and he wants to use thunder to knock the opponent out of the ring and avenge his friend.

"Xuan-level intermediate fighting skill, thunder explosion!"

The thunder light in Hao Peng's hand was flourishing, and a thunder light full of blazing light was condensing.

The two rushed out at each other at the same time.

Rumble!

A loud, muffled voice suddenly sounded.

A furious electric light filled the air, mixed with the roar of the wind, and the intense white light dazzled.

The sound of wind and thunder in the ring was loud.

The intense white light gradually dissipated, and two figures appeared in everyone's eyes.

One of the figures was still standing, but it looked slightly embarrassed, and dozens of large and small cuts appeared on the clothes on its body, oozing a little blood. There was some dust on his face.

"Class Eleven, Hao Peng, victory!"

The referee loudly announced the result, and it was Chen Mo who fell down.