Thinking of this, Wang Yu couldn't help but worry about Hongyu. Lewen

"Let me clean him up!" said a third-year student from the academy with a smile.

It can be said that among the four major academies, the one who hates Wang Yu the most is the person who is being academied.

Because of the academy, he sent people to the desolate town to fight the grass valley, but they were all defeated by Wang Yu.

Now, everyone else is still laughing at them. Now that they have found a chance for revenge, can they not rush to make a move?

The man walked out, looked at Wang Yu with a cruel smile, and said, "I heard that your exercises are very special, and you are not afraid of the burning of my academy's exercises, the light of the extreme north, I will try it today!"

After the man finished speaking, a white ball of light flew out and hit Wang Yu.

Still suspended a few meters away, Wang Yu felt an amazing heat wave. This is by no means something he can resist, but in the current situation, he can't do anything if he doesn't resist.

Only by fighting to the death found a way to break through.

"Three thousand kendo!"

Wang Yu shouted, and the blood-colored long sword behind him appeared, unfolding like a pair of divine wings!

The long sword flew out, the blood light appeared, and the sound of breaking the sky in the sky and the earth was extremely piercing, and everyone was amazed. This attack is too powerful, and too weird.

However, Wang Yu's strength, after all, is still too far behind that person.

Although his exercises were powerful, he was no match for that man.

The long sword pierced into the ball of light, and it was swallowed and melted away in a moment. And the light group did not stop, and continued to fly towards Wang Yu.

The terrifying temperature rippled in the air, and the space in front of Wang Yu seemed to be distorted, and there were actually ripples.

The clothes on his chest had begun to melt away little by little by this temperature. He also felt a burning pain in his skin.

Although Wang Yu tried his best to resist, it was to no avail!

Wang Yu shook his head, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "I'm still too reckless!"

Then, in despair, he closed his eyes!

"Hmph......" The people over there all laughed proudly.

"Wow!"

The drunkard next to him, suddenly his throat agitated, made this sound.

Everyone shrugged their shoulders and shuddered. It was as if the soul had been extinguished in an instant. It feels so weird.

It's very unreal, but in everyone's hearts, there is a trace of fear.

The group of light that attacked Wang Yu also suddenly stopped in the air, restrained by an invisible force.

"Wow!"

The drunkard snorted again, and a bubble came out of his mouth and floated towards the ball of light. Immediately enveloped the light in it.

"Smack!"

The bubble shattered, and so did the blob.

Everyone saw it clearly, and they all looked at the drunkard with a puzzled look on their faces, a little fear.

This man turned out to be a master, and they all looked away.

Wang Yu also opened his eyes and looked at the drunk, still looking drunk, but he knew that he had saved his life just now.

"Who are you?" asked one of the vice presidents.

"Take it!" the drunken staggered, pulled out a pitch-black sign from his bosom, and threw it at the man.

"I don't know if it's true or not!" said the drunken man drunken again.

The man turned the sign over and looked at it, only to see two big bronzing characters written on it - SB!

"Grass, you're fooling me?" the man scolded, looking at the drunk with an angry expression.

"I'm getting the wrong grass!" the drunken man squinted, looked at the sign he handed out, and said with some embarrassment.

When the man heard this, he became even more angry. If he hadn't known the details of the drunkard, he would have done it a long time ago.

"SB, give me back that brand, I'm sorry, I said it wrong, it's to give me back that SB brand, that's right, SB give it back to me!" the drunk really drank too much and said vaguely.

The man was even angrier, and in both ears, it was as if he was breathing.

This drunkard must have done it on purpose.

The people around me who heard it all wanted to laugh, but they were afraid of offending this person, so they had to hold back, which was really uncomfortable.

"Haha......"

Wang Yu suddenly burst out laughing, suddenly like a little spark, igniting the withered grass on the grassland, and everyone burst into laughter.

The man was annoyed and angry, his face was flushed, and when he raised his hand, a divine light blasted towards Wang Yu.

"Wow!"

The sound of the drunken burping, remembered again. Then everyone saw that the divine light naturally dissipated in the air.

The man was terrified, and so were those who came with him. The strength of this drunkard is so strong that they can't see the depth!

"Who the hell are you?"

"It's better not to be nosy!"

"This is Dune City, the world of the four major academies!"

These people threatened.

The drunkard glanced at them drunkenly, and said lightly: "Dune City, the four major academies, what kind of birds, even if it is the first rainy day academy in the Northern Regions, you have to shout uncle when you see me!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was extremely surprised. Is this person really such a big background, or is he a madman who dares to talk crazy like this?

Dare to compromise the majesty of the Rainy Day Academy like this, isn't that looking for death?

But looking at him, as if he was forever drunk, he might really be a madman, talking nonsense here.

Those people also guessed like this, and threatened one after another: "What you said is too much, be careful of your own safety!"

"Honestly, what's the point?" said the drunken man slowly, and with a gesture of his hand, the black sign returned to his hand.

The man trembled, and before he could react, he noticed that the sign was gone. This made him even more afraid to underestimate the drunkard.

The drunkard picked it up again, and after a long time, he found a golden sign. and he threw it to the multitude.

This time, no one dared to pick it up, for fear that it would be the same as last time, and the word sb would appear on it again.

However, the brand, which seemed to be thrown unintentionally, flew steadily into the hand of the person just now. He wanted to refuse, but he couldn't.

Therefore, he had to carefully turn the sign over and carefully open his eyes again.

If he sees a bad word this time, he will directly destroy the brand.

On the top of the sign, there is only one word engraved!

Saint!

It is condensed with runes, and there is a faint flow of divine brilliance. Obviously, this word is also a prohibition.

To be able to set a ban on such a small brand, it is definitely a master among the masters!.

Is this the legendary Holy Plaque?

Could it be that this person, who is staggering and drunk, as if he will never be sober, is the messenger of the Holy Academy?

Everyone looked at the drunkard suspiciously, and there was naturally a hint of flattering respect in their eyes!

"Don't you see clearly, I'm the messenger of the Holy Academy!" said the drunken again, and at this moment he seemed to be awake