"Although he is the new king, he is too arrogant, and he dares to challenge the old student directly. ”

"Freshmen, aren't they all like this?"

"It's time to teach these new students a profound lesson. ”

The whispering of chattering kept coming from the old student's side.

No one thought Yang Yifan would win.

Although it is also in the late stage of the Xuanji Realm, the gap between the old students and the new students is definitely not small, and the cultivation time in Tianyi Academy alone is longer.

Rightly or wrongly, this is at least a feud between the new and the old.

They will naturally look towards Wang Feiyuan.

"Boy, I'll let you know that you, the nascent king, are nothing in front of me. ”

Wang Feiyuan snorted coldly, and with a wave of the spirit rank mid-grade long sword in his hand, a cold light flashed.

"Nothing?"

Yang Yifan smiled slightly, "Didn't you hear that Huang Feihu died in my hands, isn't he an old student?"

The faces of the old students around him immediately changed.

The expression was as if I had swallowed a fly while eating, and it was so ugly.

One by one, they had already greeted the eighteenth generation of Huang Feihu's ancestors in their hearts, which was too embarrassing for them.

"Hmph, that Huang Feihu is just the bottom. ”

Wang Feiyuan snorted coldly.

A little on the foot, he moved.

He couldn't wait to defeat Yang Yifan, humiliate him, and then get the Soul Condensing Pill.

There seemed to be green smoke under his feet, leaving behind an afterimage, and Wang Feiyuan's speed was not slow.

Yang Yifan didn't move a step, but raised his left hand slightly.

A flash of spiritual power gushed out.

After reaching the Xuanji Realm, the spiritual power can also be released.

More and more spiritual power is pouring out.

"It's broken. ”

The Qiankun Breaking Technique operated, and the spiritual power condensed into a spear.

That's because Yang Yifan's spiritual power mutation contains the power of ice, and the spear condensed is like a spear carved from ice, the whole body is crystal clear, and there is even a trace of cold air coming out.

"Go. ”

The ice spear instantly turned into a streamer of light and struck through the air.

The sharp breath is sheng.

This?

Wang Feiyuan's eyes changed slightly, Yang Yifan had obviously never performed such a martial art before.

"Sun Sword. ”

He let out a loud shout, and his spiritual power frantically poured into the long sword.

Suddenly, a dazzling light erupted, like a small sun rising.

A scorching breath rushed out.

Rumble.

The heat was cold against the ice, and a huge explosion rang out.

And the ice gun was shattered in an instant.

Damn it.

Although he gritted his teeth and used all the strength to breastfeed, Wang Feiyuan still couldn't control his feet and retreated step by step.

The face looked ugly as if it was dripping.

Yang Yifan didn't move a step, but he was repulsed?

"Good. ”

As soon as the freshman student started, he immediately shouted.

It's so relieving.

Wang Feiyuan relied on his identity as an old student to openly insult the freshman students for not even being as good as garbage.

Now they were repelled by Yang Yifan, how could this make them not excited, not excited?

Qiankun is worthy of the trick of the overlord gun.

Yang Yifan also sighed a little, what he is exerting now is not complete, this power is already extraordinary.

If this is practiced to the extreme, I am afraid that it can really penetrate the void.

"Boy, you... ”

Before Wang Feiyuan's words were finished, Yang Yifan moved.

The ghost shadow trail broke out in an instant.

In an instant, a phantus was left in the same place, and the distance of three zhang was fleeting.

"Get the. ”

Wang Feiyuan was furious, and with a wave of his right hand, a puff of sword light splashed.

"Mixed Yuan Sword. ”

The aura of spiritual power of the mid-grade martial arts of the ground level exploded instantly.

Yang Yifan did not retreat, and the blood shadow spear in his right hand was raised.

"Ice Blue Spear. ”

Swish.

The spear snapped out.

It is like flowing water, forming a curtain of blue water.

While.

Wang Feiyuan's long sword was blocked, and it couldn't be pierced at all.

What frightened him even more was that the blue water curtain was still approaching.

In an instant, more than a dozen shots fell on his sword, and the huge force surged in, making his wrists a little sore.

How much stronger?

Wang Feiyuan's previous self-confidence immediately dissipated, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

And the mouths of the old students were closed, and their faces were ugly.

A month ago, Yang Yifan had such a hard time dealing with Gu Feng that he could only fight desperately, but now he was able to suppress Wang Yuanfei, who was estimated to be much different from Gu Feng's strength, how could they not be shocked?

It can't go on like this.

Wang Feiyuan stepped a little, and retreated in an instant.

Ghost Shadows.

Yang Yifan followed closely, and the Blood Shadow Spear stabbed suddenly.

"Breaking the waves. ”

A thousand waves loomed.

The artistic conception of the unity of man and gun touches.

"Mixed Yuan Sword. ”

While.

couldn't bear it at all, Wang Feiyuan retreated a few steps again.

The horror in his eyes was no longer concealed in the slightest, a month ago, Yang Yifan's move was definitely not so powerful.

It can only be shown that Yang Yifan's artistic conception has improved again.

It's a secret realm of Tianyi!

He thought of it immediately.

Yang Yifan has definitely entered the Tianyi Secret Realm, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible for the artistic conception to improve so quickly.

Retreat and retreat.

The old student next to him was completely speechless.

From the very beginning, this Wang Feiyuan didn't block it once.

Call.

Just as Wang Feiyuan's body had just stabilized, the piercing sound of breaking the air sounded again.

It's this trick again.

Wang Feiyuan gritted his teeth, and the long sword was swung.

"Sun Sword. ”

While.

There was a crashing sound.

But this time, the spear that broke through the air did not shatter.

Because it's a Blood Shadow Gun.

With the blood shadow spear of the best spirit soldier level, this power is even more powerful than the spear condensed by spiritual power.

With a snort, Wang Feiyuan was blown upside down and fell heavily to the ground of the ring, and the long sword in his hand also fell to the side with a bang.

Before he could get up, Yang Yifan, who had cast a ghost shadow trace, arrived in front of him.

"That's it. ”

The teacher next to him spoke.

Yang Yifan's right foot, which had been raised, did not fall.

Wang Feiyuan lost!

The whole scene had long since fallen into a dead silence.

Even the freshmen were a little unable to react.

"A natural warrior. ”

One of the teachers couldn't help but sigh.

The improvement of Yang Yifan's strength shocked him.

Looking at the condescending Yang Yifan, Wang Feiyuan's face was full of sluggishness, he didn't expect him to be defeated like this.

Syllable.

At this time, I don't know which freshman student threw a wooden sign over, and the word garbage was written on it.

"You... ”

Wang Feiyuan didn't expect to really put up a sign.

"Yang Yifan, don't deceive people too much. ”

An old student in the early stage of the Extreme Realm next to him couldn't stand it anymore, and flew in with a little foot.

It was he who said it, and it was he who openly insulted the freshmen. ”

"You deserve it. ”

"Hang it around your neck quickly. ”

Some of the freshmen shouted.

"He's already lost, isn't that enough?"

The old student stared at Yang Yifan, "You have to be forgiving and forgiving, haven't you heard of it?"

Forgiving and forgiving?

Yang Yifan sneered and looked at the old student, "I don't have such a good stomach as you, I only know that a tooth for a tooth will be revenge on the spot." ”

"Why, looking at your eyes, you still want to fight me?"

The guy's brows furrowed suddenly, his hands clasped around his chest, and he stared at Yang Yifan.

As long as Yang Yifan dares, then he will definitely not show mercy to his subordinates, and let Yang Yifan know what is powerful.

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