It can be seen from the murderous aura he released just now. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Yang Xiaofeng didn't understand what Xiao X meant.

"The real murderous spirit will not be overwhelming, but silently, quietly locking a person, giving people a dull psychological oppression, and making people unconsciously produce some negative emotions such as fear and anxiety. It is a state of mind that can turn the invisible murderous spirit into substance; Being able to hide the murderous aura of essence in the invisible is another realm. The Physical-Form Murderous Qi is very effective against people with weak psychological defenses, but against a cultivator with a strong psychological quality like you, it will be of little use because you are already prepared to guard against it; And hiding the tangible murderous aura and turning it into invisible often has a surprising effect. Xiao X talked eloquently and told Yang Xiaofeng what he knew.

"The murderous aura is so complicated." Following Xiao X, Yang Xiaofeng has really lived for a long time.

"Whew~~" Zhang Ming exhaled deeply, he admitted that he was frightened by the murderous aura just now.

Fortunately, Yang Xiaofeng stood in front of Lin Ya at the first time and resisted Zhu Guixian's killing aura for her.

"Are you really a freak? How come there is nothing at all. You don't see that most of those fifth-level cultivators of the Dharma Masters also changed slightly, and they were shocked by Zhu Guixian's murderous aura. And you ......" The longer he stayed with Yang Xiaofeng, the more Zhang Ming felt that Yang Xiaofeng was unfathomable. He can only attribute this result to Yang Xiaofeng being a person with S+ potential, so that he will feel better.

Otherwise, Zhang Ming felt that he had no face to live in this world.

After the fourth-level competition of the Legalist, it was followed by the fifth-level competition of the Legalist, because the competition of the fourth-level and the fifth-level of the Legalist was not trivial, so it was not put together.

The fifth level of the mage is only a small level higher than the fourth level, but his power and the destructive power displayed are by no means comparable to the fourth level of the mage.

Their playing field was protected by protective shields, but even so, the school still kept the spectators twenty meters away from the field, with only a few leaders and referees closer, and their positions were scattered around the field.

It can be seen that the fifth-level competition of the mage may break the protective shield, so another layer of protective shield was formed by many powerful academy teachers.

The fifth-level competition is about to begin.

On the field, the dust was flying, the energy shield was flashing frequently, and everyone outside the arena could feel the vibrations.

At the beginning, both sides had reservations, unwilling to show their real hole cards, as the battle progressed, the more the two of them fought more and more red, and finally who couldn't hold their breath who released the battle skills first, almost every game is like this, it seems that this is the common nature of human beings.

Try the other person's depth first, and then gradually increase your energy output.

Until the last game of the fifth level of the mage, someone did not play according to the routine.

The man was more than one meter and eight years tall, but his body was fat, especially the flesh on his face, he couldn't shake his head and the flesh on his face shook back and forth, and his eyes narrowed into a crescent moon when he laughed, but he couldn't hide the essence of the light inside.

The man's name was Wen Peng.

As soon as this person came on the field, he took out a large piece of pork knuckle from the space ring, a large piece of flowers, and ate as if no one was around, leaving the opponent aside, completely ignoring the feelings of the opponent and the referee.

Nima! Are you here to play or to eat? The lard overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the man wiped it with his sleeve, well, clean!

When some people saw this scene, they couldn't help but show disdain, which was really a shame for the academy! With the lessons of the past, no one dares to say that this little fat man is not a word.

When the referee shouted to start, Wen Peng was still indifferent, the only difference was that he was standing up just now, and now he was sitting on the field to eat, and there was an extra bottle of liquor next to him.

it! Is this Nima here for a picnic?

Yang Xiaofeng has a little interest in this strange person. To be able to eat and drink in such an important place, this person is either a fool or a master of cultivation. Obviously, the first possibility doesn't exist, what fool have you ever seen who can cultivate to the point of the fifth level of a Fa?

Wen Peng's opponent has a black line in his head.

Is this not taking me Yuan Juncai in your eyes, or are you a ***?!!

Yuan Juncai roared at Wen Peng.

However, for the insults of his opponents and the strange eyes of the audience, the little fat man Wen Peng didn't care, he still went his own way, ate a lot, and made a sound of chirping from time to time.

"I say, can we start?"

Whoop, whoa, whoa!

"I'm talking to you!"

Whoop, whoa, whoa!

…………

"Ahh I can't bear it anymore! Yuan Juncai finished his outfit in an instant, and raised a silver big knife to pounce on Wen Peng, "Go die!" ”

For this guy who doesn't take himself seriously, Yuan Juncai vowed to educate him well and let him know how to behave.

Whoop, whoa, whoa!

Wen Peng's little fat man was still sitting in place drinking and eating meat, not paying attention to Yuan Juncai's attack, I don't know if he is nervous or really strong!

The answer is about to be revealed!

Before everyone came to their senses, they only heard a bang, and Yuan Juncai flew backwards at a faster speed than when he attacked.

A sonorous sound sounded, and it was the sound of the big knife in Yuan Juncai's hand falling to the ground.

"What the hell ??!"

How could Yuan Juncai fly out by himself for no reason? The crowd doesn't know!

"You're a psychic powerhouse?" Yuan Juncai's voice was already trembling.

Yuan Juncai, who got up from the ground in embarrassment, covered his chest with one hand, and he didn't feel any discomfort except for feeling some chest tightness.

He knew that according to the speed of the inverted flight just now, he should vomit blood lightly, obviously Wen Peng's subordinates showed mercy.

Everyone didn't dare to underestimate this little fat man.

And Yuan Juncai's sentence "spiritual ability" caused a thousand waves with one stone, causing an uproar in the crowd.

"There should be only one spiritual supernatural in the whole academy, people give him the nickname Dapeng Bird, and others call him that."

"That's the one above."

In these days, people are really unseemly!

A harmless little fat man has such a big reputation?

Whoop, whoa, whoa!

The little fat man still drank wine and ate meat, ignoring Yuan Juncai. And he also knew that he had kicked the iron plate today, so he took the initiative to admit defeat like the referee and no longer play this meaningless game.

Nima! I can't even touch the corners of people's clothes, and I still have a woolen yarn?

If someone kills themselves, they don't even need to move their hands, they can just move their thoughts.

I have to say that the psychic supernatural is really perverted.

Yang Xiaofeng thought about how he would deal with him if he met a spiritual powerhouse.

"This little brother, please stay." A word mixed with a strong rural atmosphere sounded in Yang Xiaofeng's ears.

Yang Xiaofeng looked around and found that Wen Peng was looking at him with a smile, it seemed that he was right.

"What's the matter with him looking for me?" Yang Xiaofeng was puzzled.