Fufeng School Palace, the tenth in the world's collection of books, there is no class, young scholars often enter school with thirteen, sixteen out.

Those who have been in the palace for a year are all reshaping their foundations, and their cultivation is all under the nine grades.

But a bunch of martial artists below the ninth rank are gathered together, looking at you with fierce eyes, it is enough to make people's scalps tingle, Wang Anfeng originally planned to admit defeat, but at this time, looking at the appearance of these students, he was definitely unwilling to let him easily respond.

If you admit defeat, who will you lose?

The young man who fell from the sky was fearless, his right hand pulled, the big tree next to him Kerala sounded, fell down and put the extremely powerful and domineering blade, stretched out his hand to hold it easily, and a dance was a gust of evil wind breaking through the air, the total length was seven feet, the blade was three feet long, the handle was four feet long, and the mighty and fierce momentum came to the face.

Great Qin Mo Knife.

Go hand in hand like a wall, and everyone will be killed!

Seeing that the young man took out such a ferocious and senseless blade, those students with fiery eyes seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water on their heads, and stopped when they landed, the young man's eyebrows were thick and messy, although his face was peaceful, but there was a fierce aura rushing to his face, his eyes were slightly closed, and he held the handle of the Mo knife in one hand, and said slowly:

"Big husband, if you don't do something, you must do something."

"Seeing profit and abandoning righteousness, bullying more and less, it is not the ...... of chivalry"

"Don't you have the slightest shame?!"

He spoke in a calm voice, seeing that these nearly 100 people were surrounded, and his face remained unchanged, everyone did not know its depth, and did not dare to step forward, so he saw that he casually lifted the heavy Mo knife, the blade rotated in a circle, pointed obliquely to the ground, turned his back to Wang Anfeng, and said:

"I'll leave it to me...... You can go away. ”

The breeze was blowing, the hair was slightly raised, and the demeanor of this young man who was about fifteen or sixteen years old became more and more calm and extraordinary, Wang Anfeng took a slight breath, hugged his fists and said seriously:

"Thank you."

Then, taking advantage of the moment when many students around him did not dare to step forward, he performed light skills, stepped directly on the trunk of the tree, and crossed the high wall on the side with his strength, and almost at the same time, the corner of the young man's mouth pursed, becoming more and more resolute, opened his eyes, and said with helpless emotion:

"Alas, sure enough, how could a character like you leave alone, or ...... with me."

"Hmmm?!!"

"What about people?"

As soon as the young man turned around, there was no longer Wang Anfeng, and his expression was stunned:

"It's not."

"I'll let you go, just be polite...... Brother, don't take it seriously! ”

At this moment, a strange voice came from the crowd out of nowhere, saying: "Don't be afraid, this kid's knife in his hand is just a wood-like product, it doesn't work!" ”

"Cut him!"

The young man's face changed when he heard this, although he reacted immediately, but the other students had already seen that something was wrong, and they felt that a nameless karmic fire was burning fiercely in their hearts, and they surrounded him with a 'cruel smile', and the corners of his forehead seemed to have green tendons bursting up, and he was about to clean up this stick that was stirring up the situation.

And in the face of these students who came around, the young man's thick and messy eyebrows furrowed, and he didn't have the slightest fear.

With a swing of the knife in his hand, he sneered:

"Cut me? Come on! ”

"Uncle, I have never been cowardly in my life!"

When everyone heard this, they were even more angry in their hearts, and they directly drew their weapons and surrounded them.

On an eaves hundreds of meters away, a Confucian in a gray robe held a dusty iron pot, squatted obscenely on the glazed tiles, chewed the medicinal porridge in his mouth, chewed for a while, swallowed the medicinal porridge, exhaled, and raised his sleeve to wipe the corner of his mouth.

Holding the iron pot in his arms, he sat down in a big back, smashed a few glazed tiles in one ass, put the black pot aside, rubbed his chin, his eyes were deep, and there was a tit standing on his messy bun, pecking twice from time to time, the Confucian seemed to be ordinary, and just muttered to himself:

"This little madman, it's all in this situation, and you don't have to show your real skills?"

"It's the same as Jiang Shouyi's dead turtle shell."

"I thought that after twenty years, I could see and see the sword of the master, but I didn't think that I would be a turtle king again."

"Hey, I'm going to see how you kid ends."

Confucius took a sip to the side, and was about to get up and jump into the air, when he suddenly remembered something, raised his hand and carefully grabbed the, his fingers gently teased, and said with a smile:

"I'm really not afraid of people."

"Go, I don't have anything to feed you here, don't be so close to people in the future, if you get close to me again, I'll blow you up!"

As he spoke, he suddenly made a grimace with crooked eyes and eyes, which frightened the little tit, and then flapped his wings and flew up, and Confucius laughed a few times, grabbed the iron pot casually, and jumped to see what the little turtle was going to do.

These students are not easy to get through right now.

Thinking of that situation, Confucian snickered in his heart, his eyebrows opened, full of pleasure.

On the other side, not long after Wang Anfeng ran out, there was a sound of shouting behind him, and he turned his head sideways suddenly, and watched a bunch of students catch up with him with either chic or simple footwork.

The young man had a headache, only feeling that these students were sticky compared to the stove sugar during the New Year, his goal had been achieved, and he had no resentment, so he was really not interested in fighting again, but the situation at this time was extremely clear.

As long as he hasn't been defeated, then these people will definitely continue to chase him.

If you want to fight, look at this disturbance, it is obviously a bunch of trouble.

Thinking of the sloppy Confucian student, the young man hated it so much, everywhere in front of him, he could see the students of all families, the dog skin plaster was general, and he couldn't avoid it, so at this moment, suddenly an afterimage swept in front of him, and indeed a wooden dagger rotated and pierced the air, almost brushing the tip of Wang Anfeng's nose, and the young man's footsteps paused.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, several disciples had jumped up in front of him, stepping on the wall, stopping him, and behind him, there were also people on the left and right.

At this time, the situation has been unavoidable.

A tall soldier boy held a long stick and smiled brightly:

"Let's fight, Wang Anfeng."

"If you keep running, you're only going to get worse off yourself."

Wang Anfeng looked at his confident appearance, his mind was racing, he exhaled, and said:

"Not necessarily."

The opponent chuckled, did not answer, and simply stepped neatly towards him, Wang Anfeng's wrist shook, and the whip lock shot out like a python, entangled in the long stick, and the young man on the opposite side instinctively retracted, Wang Anfeng took advantage of this force to approach quickly, but jumped directly at a moment close to a few feet, jumping off the wall several meters high.

The whip lock was released at this time, and the young man's figure crossed a perfect arc, landing in front of a Confucian figure below, and his strength spread under his feet.

At this time, the student above didn't care, but looking at the other figure, his heart moved, and suddenly remembered a thought, his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed:

"Not good!"

"Don't think about it, Wang Anfeng!"

The voice fell, and he jumped off the wall and slashed with his stick.

Suddenly changed, but the young man in the Confucian shirt on the opposite side looked indifferent, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Wang Anfeng who fell with a smile with clear brown eyes.

Wang Anfeng ignored the students who were screaming and rushing down, and he didn't see the young man in front of him clearly, so he raised his hand and held the palm of the other party, and said:

"Disturb."

"I'm going to give you a chance."

Yan Yan held the palm of his hand, firmly stuck in his throat, and the smile on his face was rare and bright.

"You won."

There was a sound of chagrin behind him and the sound of the weapon slamming on the ground, Wang Anfeng's heart was slightly relieved, but the palm in his hand easily got out of his control in an instant, and he was pulled on his neckline, slightly stunned, and the next moment, his body suddenly rose into the air, and he was slammed on the ground without any power to fight back.

The person in front of him clapped his hands lightly, leaned down, put his left hand behind him, held a folding fan in his right hand, and picked up the face of the young man with a bewildered face, the corners of his mouth were raised, and said:

"Naturally, I won."

"However, I haven't seen it for eight or nine months. Brother Wang has grown a lot taller, and his courage has become much greater. ”

The voice was full of ridicule, and Wang Anfeng lay on the ground in a daze, with a look on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

"Xue ......"

As soon as the surname came out, I felt the fan on my chin slightly forced, and he was as kind as a stream, and said:

“…… Elder brother. ”

The young man in front of him raised the folding fan, got up and smiled:

"Yes, yes."