In the loud laughter, everyone's surprised eyes fell on Liu Zihong and the others, no one thought that they would say such a thing. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

You must know that these young people, even if they are in the lower reaches of the Silver Moon Building, compared with other young talents in the rivers and lakes, they are not lagging behind at all.

The young man who had just come out of the list was only twenty-one years old, and he was already a master at the martial arts level, even if he was in the Silver Star Martial Mansion, he could be ranked in the top 100.

The identities and talents of Shang Yu and the others, Yinyuelou may know better than themselves, although it seems that the past two years have improved a little, but it is really difficult for them to believe that they can beat a martial arts master.

Except for Ma Feixiong, Liu Zihong, and Zhuo Wenxuan, no one else has any record that can be obtained.

"Boy, don't be afraid to flash your tongue when you say big things, are the people who come out of Silver Star Academy all nerds!"

"Isn't it, just try it!" Shang Yu's face also turned cold, and he was about to start, and it was useless to be polite.

"Remember, this isn't about talking to you about poetry and singing a little song!" the man's smile grew more pronounced, and the others laughed.

In fact, Liu Zihong and the others also held back their smiles, although Shang Yu didn't seem to have any good records, but in the frequent internal discussions, there was not much gap compared to Zhuo Wenxuan.

Now this guy is standing there unashamedly, and he is probably going to suffer.

Even if he shot with all his might, it was estimated that he would only support a few more rounds, and now in this situation, it would not be strange that he was killed in seconds.

"Now you can make a move, don't be polite to me, if you do it lightly, you will look down on me!" the man shouted triumphantly, waving at the girls in the crowd.

"Then I'm sorry!" Shang Yu said in a low voice, and the voice could probably only be heard by a few people nearby.

Shaoyang's true qi had already begun to run, and a tiger faintly appeared behind him, and when the man was just about to prepare, his body was already like a tiger descending from a mountain, rushing towards him.

The expression on his face was still changing between triumph and horror, and his body had been knocked out, blood was spitting out of his mouth, and he fell five or six meters away, struggling to get up.

The laughter at the scene stopped abruptly, which was indeed shocking, I didn't expect that a guy who looked weak would be able to defeat a martial artist in a 'sneak attack' situation.

Clapping his hands, Shang Yu smiled again, and clasped his fists forward: "Agreed!"

The young man's heart turned black under the mixture of shame and anger, and then his eyes turned black, and he fainted directly.

The applause rang out, very hard, but it looked very heavy, and the people of Yinyue Building, who were full of annoyance, looked at the people who applauded, and it was the owner of the building.

"It is worthy of being a young talent, this strength is really surprising, then you must go all out, don't be careless, be careful of losing the face of our Yinyue Building!" Although the voice was flat, it had an unfavorable start, which had already made Lord Xie a little annoyed.

The rest of the young people also fell silent, and the person who originally looked like a soft persimmon turned out to be a hard stubble, which made them vigilant at the same time, and began to consider their own strength, whether they could take down the enemy with great confidence.

The landlord had already spoken, and pretending to be deaf and dumb was not a good idea, Wu Long looked back at the dozen young people, eight men and four women behind him.

All of them looked at him with confidence, as long as he spoke, then they would go all out, even in the face of ordinary people, they would go all out to kill him.

If you don't shoot, you will have to take a life, either you will be killed or you will kill the enemy.

Since childhood, when they began to practice, they were instilled with the idea that as long as they remained loyal to the Silver Moon Tower, then even the owner of the building could not force them to do anything.

Of course, maintaining the face of Yinyue Tower, this is what they should do.

"Zhu Ye, you go and kill him!" Wu Long's voice was still the same as before, and what happened before did not fluctuate in his heart.

A man came out in response and landed opposite Shang Yu, his face was very calm, and he didn't seem to have any intention of speaking.

Shang Yu stood firmly in place, stretched out his hand to the back, Meng Yu threw the sword over, and the moment he took the sword, Zhu Ye moved without warning.

With a cold wind in his body, he rushed towards Shang Yu, and in the blink of an eye, he had appeared in front of him, and a sharp short sword slashed towards Shang Yu's neck.

In the unenthusiastic eyes, some bloodthirsty excitement began to emerge, and the short sword had already slashed through Shang Yu's neck.

At the last moment, Shang Yu reluctantly twisted his body and dodged the opponent's attack, but his body was controlled by the wind system Yuan Force, and it was a little inconvenient to move.

There was a sharp pain in his neck, which made him know that he was injured, and when he calmed down, the backhand that didn't look back was a sword.

As one of the most outstanding young men in the Yinyuelou branch of Zhao Guo, Zhu Ye naturally would not be hit so easily, and by the time Shang Yu's long sword stabbed over, he had already returned to his original position.

The next wave of attacks had already surged over, and the Wind System Intermediate Sword Technique, the Wind Shadow Sword, overwhelmingly enveloped Shang Yu's front.

This made Shang Yu couldn't help but feel excited, and even let out a long howl from his mouth, ignoring the injury on his neck, the wind and sword burst out.

Thirty-six sword techniques, mixed with strong winds, were dusty all around, making people not look very clear, but they could see the dense sword shadows on both sides.

It was only a few breaths of time, and the two figures staggered out of the sword shadow, the wind subsided, the sword shadow dissipated, and the scene returned to calm.

Shang Yu was covered with wounds, and his robe was covered with blood, but he still stood there proudly, his body did not shake in the slightest, and he touched his neck to get the wound, it was really dangerous.

As for Zhu Ye, he also had his back to Wulong, standing facing Liu Zihong and the others, looking at Shang Yu, his mood was probably very complicated, and then he fell to the ground.

The body is densely packed with upstairs, after the thirty-six moves of the wind and fast sword, more than a hundred swords will be stabbed, and the result of the two of them is that even if a third falls on Zhu Ye, he can't stand it.

"Those who dare to harm our Silver Moon Tower, the thief will die!" suddenly erupted in the crowd with an angry roar, and then a wind system Yuan force, condensed into a sharp blade, was about to fall on Shang Yu's neck, and the one who shot it was a wind warlock.

Shang Yu himself was also seriously injured, where was there still the power to resist, everyone's faces changed greatly, and they closed their eyes instinctively.