There is a soil slope in the effect area of Zhenguan Academy, and Zixuan is overhanging.

A slightly tall boy with a group of tall, short, thin and fat teenagers and girls stood proudly on the hanging slope, waiting for Yang Jue's arrival, led by Feng Wanfu.

Three hundred meters below the hanging slope is the woods, grass shrubs, and vines, and at a glance, you can't see the obvious path, it is a mountain road where the mountainmen chop wood, and some swordsmen and killers occasionally pass by here.

Yang Jue walked towards Zixuan with his bare hands and a contemptuous thought.

Feng Wanfu saw Yang Jue's unhurried appearance, and he was already quite angry in his heart, and his fingers were bent towards him as if they were hooked, meaning to make Yang Jue move faster.

Yang Jue walked to the center of the hanging slope, and said with an unchanged expression: "Feng Wanfu, the love letter was passed on by you, and Mentor Mu Qing already knows about it, what else do you want." ”

Feng Wanfu towards a few of his comrades next to him, with a move of his hand, surrounded Yang Jue fiercely, before Yang Jue could be alerted, Feng Wanfu had already slammed a sullen fist on Yang Jue's lower abdomen, and a strong air flow came from the opponent's steel fist, Yang Jue flew half a foot like a shrimp man, and half knelt on the ground.

"This punch is for you to remember for a long time, don't rob me of a woman with my eldest brother, otherwise Lao Tzu will send someone to kill you. Feng Wanfu slapped Yang Jue's face viciously, and with a mocking method, he slapped the ground with a "pop, pop, pop".

Yang Jue only felt that his cheeks were hot, and a hot current flowed out of his nostrils, and when he wiped it with his hand, it was full of blood.

"Feng Wanfu, today's ten slaps, I, Yang Jue, have all remembered them in my heart. Yang Jue wiped the blood from his nostrils, struggled to stand up, took a deep breath, and said loudly.

Yang Jue has thought that men have gold under their knees since he was a child, and no one kneels except his parents and elders.

"Yo, little loser, why do you remember what I slapped you for?" Feng Wanfu looked at Yang Jue with suspicious eyes, the corners of his mouth were crooked, and he said gloomily: "As long as you go and tell Mentor Mu Qing tomorrow that the love letter was written to her by my eldest brother Feng Zhengtian, today's account will be a lot of money, otherwise,...... Hehe, a few of our brothers will throw you down the cliff and feed the wolves. ”

"Don't, don't, it's too scary, let's go, let's not watch, Yueying. Among them, there was a kind girl who whispered horror.

"Don't leave any of them, otherwise you'll be an enemy of my Feng Wanfu. Feng Wanfu turned around and shouted.

All the girls who watched the excitement took a few steps back in fear.

"Feng Wanfu, others are afraid of you, but I, Yang Jue, am not afraid of you, I can't do what you said, and I have to swear to the heavens, in my lifetime, I must get the Iron Blood Pill Heart, the Dragon Soul Seal, and become a partner with Mentor Mu Qing. Yang Jue looked at Feng Wanfu's fat face, and there was an indescribable hatred in his heart, and he said angrily.

A student next to him who had a good time with Yang Jue, Li Yuan, hurriedly advised: "Yang Jue, don't forget, you only entered the Zhenguan Academy by relying on relationships, the Yang family has already been defeated, you still listen to Second Brother Feng's words, and tomorrow I will go to Tutor Mu Qing and say that the love letter is written to her by Second Brother Feng's eldest brother, Feng Zhengtian, in this way, not only can you calm things down, but also send a love to others. ”

Yang Jue didn't expect Li Yuan to help Feng Wanfu speak at this time, so he couldn't help but be angry, and said angrily: "Shut up, Li Yuan, since it has become this pattern today, I, Yang Jue, swear that I must get the Iron Blood Pill Heart, the Dragon Soul Seal, and those who stand in my way will all die." ”

"Boom"

The sky was covered with dark clouds at some point, thunder rumbled, and a lightning bolt flashed across the sky, illuminating half of Yang Jue's face, hideous and terrifying.

Feng Wanfu had a sinister smile, without saying a word, approached Yang Jue, and blasted at Yang Jue with a punch.

This time, Yang Jue had already prepared, his body flashed, his right palm turned into a knife, and he slashed at the back of Feng Wanfu's neck, with a "snap" sound, Feng Wanfu staggered forward, shook his head, turned around and waved to the surrounding brothers and said loudly: "Brothers, don't let him go, knock him off the cliff and feed the wolves." ”

As soon as the words fell, a soybean-like heavy rain fell from the sky, falling non-stop, and in an instant, it was pouring rain.

Several brothers from Feng Wanfu pounced and surrounded Yang Jue, at least six students with two heavy qi inductions, and four students with one heavy qi induction surrounded Yang Jue, "Bang bang bang...... "You punch, I punch, and beckoned Yang Jue.

The heroes are hard to defeat the four punches, and the students who have two levels of qi induction are very harmful, and when they punch out, they all see the air flow running violently, and the strong wind is rolling wildly, and after a while, Yang Jue was knocked to the ground by the ten students of the qi induction level, and moaned on the ground.

"Dare to hit me, little Wang Ba, you are bold, come and throw him down the cliff. Feng Wanfu kicked Yang Jue away heavily, and viciously pointed at the comrades on all sides.

The rain was majestic, the thunder was roaring, and the lightning was blowing, and several girls stood aside and were too frightened to speak, nor did they dare to seek justice for Yang Jue, most of them were the girlfriends or close relationships of these students.

The eyes of the ten comrades made each other, you raise your feet, I raise my arms, and Yang Jue was lifted to the Zixuan Hanging Slope.

"Do you want to throw him down, or he'll be thrown to his death. ”

"There's bushes over there, and we'll throw him on it, and he won't die. ”

"Hey, this kid is too stubborn, he has to go against Second Brother Feng. ”

Several students communicated with each other, and together they exerted their strength, and suddenly threw Yang Jue's moaning body off the Zixuan hanging slope.

Half a breath later, there was a sound of "bang-la-la" below, and Yang Jue had been thrown down the slope without a sound.

"You've shown me, and that's what you're going to do against me. Feng Wanfu greeted these fellow party members.

"It's so scary, I'll never follow this kind of game again. ”

Several girls dodged and left the Zixuan Hanging Slope.

Feng Wanfu said fiercely: "If any of you say that I beat Yang Jue, I will definitely not let his whole family go." ”

The young man's words hit everyone's heart bell like a vicious villain, and the bell rang for a long time.

Zixuan hung on the slope, and there was no one in the blink of an eye.

Time passed little by little, the thunder faded, the lightning faded, the trees were green, the scent of earth wafted from the depths of the woods, and in the blink of an eye, the sky pulled up a long red cloud, and the fire-breathing sunset shone brightly on the horizon.

Yang Jue felt that his body was floating on the water, floating and floating, and the gentle waves of qi were stacked on top of each other, and after a while, a gust of wind blew, Yang Jue fell heavily to the ground, and the pain came from his limbs and various parts, especially the pain in his abdomen, like a winch machine, making Yang Jue faint again.

I don't know how long it was, but the sound of "clanging" swords came from the dark woods.

Yang Jue woke up from the darkness faintly, his feet, arms, and face were full of pain, Yang Jue involuntarily let out a painful "hiss" sound, slowly moved his limbs, sat up, and saw two swordsmen fighting each other by the faint light of the stars and moonlight, and a woman in a floral dress was performing a wonderful swordsmanship to force another swordsman dressed in black.

Yang Jue knew at a glance that this was a real fight, definitely not a competition, the atmosphere was not out, lurking in the shadows, silently peeking at the woman's swordsmanship.

The black-clothed swordsman was obviously not the opponent of the woman in the floral skirt, and soon fell to the disadvantage.

The Broken Flower Woman reprimanded in a low voice: "Your Spirit Sword Pavilion's Blue and White Pill has also been cast, what other strategy do you have to escape? Quickly hand over the Ethereal Sword Spectrum and the Golden Silkworm Armor, otherwise you will die." ”

The black-clothed swordsman snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, the Spirit Sword Pavilion has never been a coward, even if he dies, he will not hand over the Ethereal Sword Spectrum to you." ”

The two of them advanced and retreated, and soon came to Yang Jue's not far away, and after a visual inspection, at most, three zhang, and when the two swords touched, sparks burst out.

The women's swordsmanship in the floral skirt is becoming more and more amazing, and her figure almost turns into a shadow, surrounding the black-clothed swordsman.

"Hmph, I underestimated my Spirit Sword Pavilion's bullet skills, break it for me. The black-clothed swordsman broke a few swords from the woman in the floral skirt, opened his mouth and spewed out a green pill, only to hear the sound of "boom", a hundred flowers bloomed, and countless flower-like fireworks and smoke screens wrapped the black-clothed swordsman solidly.

At this moment, Yang Jue felt that he was hit by some soft object on his body, saying that it hurt or not, saying that it was not hard, he reached out and grabbed it, a soft bag, as if it was wrapped in something.

This gain suddenly made Yang Jue, who was in pain, wake up very much, and he couldn't get out of his breath, covered the soft object, like a stone statue, sat firmly on the ground, and glanced at the fighting men and women from the darkness.

"Want to go? I saw a woman in a floral skirt flying in the air, like a fairy coming to the world, holding her heart trick in her hand, sacrificing a spirit sword, and a silver light went straight into the woods two zhang in front of Yang Jue.

"Hmm" only heard the man's dull hum, and then there was no more sound.

With a flash of silver light, a silver sword flew into the hands of the woman in the floral skirt.

Yang Jue knew that this kind of kendo master could already see the movement within half a mile, and if there was a slight deviation, he could be read by the other party with the breath of fate, so he hurriedly pressed his eyes, held his breath, and buried his head in the dead grass and bushes.

The woman in the floral skirt probably didn't have time to pay attention to other movements, plus at night, it was extremely normal for wild wolves or other wild creatures to haunt the woods, and as soon as the silver sword arrived, it was thrown into front of Yang Jue, and the person was like a flying shadow, snatching the way in, as fierce as a tiger entering the forest.

Then, I only heard the woman say to herself, "Hey, why is there nothing?" The people of the Spirit Sword Pavilion are really scheming. ”

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Jue heard a "zizz" sound in front of him, as if something was taking effect.

Yang Jue held his breath, his body was hidden deep in the bushes, holding the soft object, motionless.

Because he was afraid of being discovered by the other party, Yang Jue and the other women in the floral skirt left for a long, long time, about five or six hours, when the morning rooster was crowing, they came out of the grass from the group of shrubs.