The apprentices clenched their ears, and their eyes showed pain.

Yan Zicong, who bore the brunt of the attack, couldn't help but retreat, trembling slightly.

As the chief apprentice of the Twelve Pavilions, Yan Zicong's strength was not weak, at the critical moment, he used his martial arts, and the eight veins quickly closed, condensing into a cyclone shield shaped like a substance in Yan Zicong's palm!

Daoist Realm Small Adult Martial Arts - "Spiral Air Shield"!

Click!

Just moments later, the cyclonic shield shattered and shattered.

From beginning to end, Xiang Yuge didn't make a move, just by opening his mouth and drinking, he shook Yan Zicong, a medicine master who went all out, back more than ten steps and made a fool of himself in public.

They are also all Daoist Rank 8, but purely comparing their strength, Xiang Yuge is a lot higher than Yan Zicong, and he is not at the same level at all.

"This is the Dacheng-level martial art 'Wind Thunder Immortal Roar'?" Yan Zicong's tone was a little complicated.

The words "Wind and Thunder Immortal Roar" sounded, and the apprentices were all stunned, and when they looked at the boy again, there was awe and admiration in their eyes.

Naturally, what they admire is not Xiang Yuge, but behind Xiang Yuge, the Zhenguo Xiang family whose ancestors were born in the Tongtian Mountain Range! The Fengjing Xiang family is one of the few top families in the Tianfeng Country, with many strong people and geniuses, and many family martial arts come from the sects on the Tongtian Mountain Range, and "Wind and Thunder Immortal Roar" is one of them! It is rumored that when the ancestor of the Xiang family was young, he also made a name for himself in the Tongtian Mountain Range, and even scared off demons in the wilderness with "Wind and Thunder Fairy Roar".

A martial art stained with the word "immortal" can be imagined! A family has a connection with the Tongtian Mountain Range, and its status is naturally extraordinary, and its influence is close to that of the Tianfeng royal family!

Born in such a family, Xiang Yuge's talent and strength are naturally much beyond that of ordinary teenagers, even in the Zhenguo Xiang family, he is also a recognized genius among his peers.

"You're so weak. Xiang Yuge glanced at Yan Zicong lightly, turned around, and dropped a cold blow: "In this way, you can become the head of the first pavilion, it seems that there is nothing to look forward to this time." Soon after, the whole academy will compete like a cloud, for your own good, I advise you to give up the competition and refine the medicine. ”

"Wait. Yan Zicong's face was ugly, but there was still a look of unwillingness to admit defeat in his eyes: "Leave people behind." ”

"Stubborn. Xiang Yuge didn't turn around and shook his head.

"Xiang Gongzi, why don't I persuade him. Another teenager among the three said with a smile, he was the one who forced Yan Zicong to retreat outside the hall.

He looked two or three years older than Xiang Yuge, tall, bronzed, wearing a black robe, a bun on the top of his head, and a sword at his waist. Many of his apprentices had already recognized him when he first arrived, and although he was not from the Twelfth Pavilion, he was also a well-known figure in the medicine workshop.

"Hurry up. Xiang Yuge said lightly.

"Xiang Gongzi rest assured. The black-robed young man turned to Yan Zicong and smiled: "Although you are the head of the Twelve Pavilions, whether it is in the standings or the gambling list, your ranking is behind me, and the difference is not one or two." Are you sure you're going to hold on?"

"Hey, they're all from the medicine shop, how do you help outsiders?"

"Mo Lingfei, our Twelfth Pavilion neither recruited you nor provoked you!"

"It's all about looking down and not looking up, you're going too far!"

Many apprentices who had crossed paths with Mo Lingfei on weekdays shouted one after another.

Mo Lingfei, the eighth order of the Taoist apprentice, the apprentice of the seventh pavilion, although he is not the chief apprentice of the seventh pavilion, his strength is extremely strong, second only to the top ten senior apprentices. In the latest rankings, Mo Lingfei ranked 15th in the standings and 16th in the gambling rankings. In the standings, Yan Zicong barely entered the top 20, and he didn't even enter the top 20 on the gambling list.

"Hahaha. Mo Lingfei seemed to hear a very interesting thing: "Can you not keep mentioning your Twelfth Pavilion? Don't you know that you entered the Twelfth Pavilion because your grades were too poor when you entered the school, and you are the weakest forty or so people in the entire medicine workshop, and you are embarrassed to make friends with me?" The only person you can handle in the Pavilion is Yan Zicong, but unfortunately, he can't even move ten moves under my hands...... I can assure you that this time next year, you'll still be at the bottom. ”

The apprentices of the Twelfth Pavilion were furious, but they were powerless to argue, ashamed and angry.

"Shut up!"

Yan Zicong's face turned red, and he drew arterial qi, and slashed at Mo Lingfei with one palm.

Mo Lingfei's gaze fell on Yan Zicong's arm, raised his eyebrows, and smiled: "Is your arm injured......?" Forget it, I'll let you have some more, and I'll make a hand. Is it enough?"

Boom!

Mo Lingfei clenched his fist with one hand, his pulse was surging, and he easily blocked Yan Zicong's angry blow!

The apprentices of the Twelfth Pavilion were holding back their strength to cheer for Yan Zicong, Mo Lingfei humiliated them so much, this battle between him and Yan Zicong was not limited to Xia Chengjie, but also related to the glory of the Twelfth Pavilion.

Some of the apprentices in the nearby dining room rushed to the scene and pointed.

No one noticed that in the shadows outside the dining room, a tall adult monk leaned against the pillars with his arms folded, watching the scene playfully.

"It seems that no one here can force Xiang Yuge to make a move. After all, he is a genius who is qualified to enter the Genius Academy, half of the Tongtian Mountain Range Sect heirs, and among the eighth-order young cultivators of the entire Heavenly Wind Country, I am afraid that no one can pose a threat to him. Even against an ordinary ninth-order disciple, with the Xiang family's martial arts, he had a nearly fifty percent victory rate. In the Heavenly Eagle Main Academy, in addition to the Genius Academy, there are only the top eight disciples in the Elite Academy. ”

"I'm afraid it's hard for the head of this crane tail pavilion to survive ten moves. Even if his hand was not injured, he was no match for the black-robed young man. They are also the eighth order of Taoist disciples, Xiang Yuge is at one level, and the two medicine workshop apprentices belong to the upper and middle reaches of the other level...... There is no suspense. ”

"That person is the first-order apprentice who is going to be removed today? The adult man had a bronze medal inserted in his waist on the left side, engraved with the four big words "Sky Eagle Monitoring", his gaze stayed on Zhou Xiao for a moment, and quickly fell back into the battle in the field.

Mo Lingfei and Yan Zicong fought fast, used martial arts, controlled the pulse qi, and blasted out Dao energy, and the air waves rippled in the air, dangerous and intense!

The layman looked at the excitement, the insider looked at the doorway, and the apprentices of the Twelfth Pavilion saw that the two were fighting equally, and they all cheered loudly.

Xiang Yuge only glanced at it and then turned his head, no longer interested.

Several senior apprentices outside the dining room looked at it for a while, shaking their heads secretly, their eyes flashing with sympathy.

After five moves, Yan Zicong gradually fell into the wind.

After seven moves, Yan Zicong was overstretched, and his breath became disorganized.

In the ninth move, Yan Zicong couldn't continue to hold on after all, and was broken by Mo Lingfei's martial arts, slapping his chest with a palm, and his ears and nose were bloodshot.

"Concession. ”

Mo Lingfei smiled slightly, and stretched out a hand, as if to support Yan Zicong, who was about to fall, with an elegant posture.

Yan Zicong didn't expect Mo Lingfei to be so friendly, his eyes were complicated, and he smiled bitterly: "I lost ......"

Boom!

A sneer flashed in Mo Lingfei's eyes, and with a backhand palm, it hit the wound on Yan Zicong's chest, and blood suddenly burst out, and Yan Zicong was also slapped out of the air.

"Naive, do you really think that the opponent will help you? I really convinced you, Yan Geshou. Mo Lingfei straightened up, his face full of sarcasm.

Xiang Yuge frowned, and said without being salty or light: "Don't you think it will be very boring to humiliate a person who is much weaker than yourself." ”

"Yes, Xiang Gongzi, not next time. Mo Lingfeipi smiled and said with a smile.

The apprentices of the Twelve Pavilion were unwilling and angry, but they were all powerless, and they were all depressed, and their frustration gradually spread.

From beginning to end, Mo Lingfei made a right hand, and with only nine moves, he defeated the chief apprentice of the Twelfth Pavilion, plus the final humiliation...... It was a night of shame for the Twelve Pavilions.

There was no one in the small dining room, and it was suffocatingly quiet.

In such a dull silence, the sound of chopping and chewing was particularly harsh.