When it comes to the word lesson, Wan Li is very heavy.

As if receiving a signal, Da Meng understood Wan Li's intentions, raised his legs and walked in the direction of those disciples.

A miserable scream came, and many disciples in the audience were stunned, looking at the big dream who walked back, they trembled, obviously they underestimated the few people who were going to enter the Jiafu.

"It's a bit excessive." Zhu Qing's voice sank.

"It's not disrespectful, this is in other places, it's not a simple beating."

Wan Li smiled indifferently, his eyes swept over the disciples of Yifu, and no one dared to look at him.

These people who have taken pictures have only taken pictures, and Wan Li did not put Yifu in a very important position.

"Hmph, it's all gone, go back to practice."

Zhu Qing snorted coldly with a bad face, and continued to move forward with Wan Li and the others.

After walking to a place where there were no disciples, Zhu Qing's stiff face fell, "You kid really found trouble for me, and I couldn't get off the stage in public." ”

"Mansion Master Zhu, you are thinking wrong, I am pressuring as a disciple of Jiafu, and your Mansion Master can only swallow his anger, maybe he can activate their blood and talent even more."

"If you suppressed it just now, maybe you can also increase the prestige of your status as the lord of the mansion, but you don't dare."

Wan Li's word by word.

Zhu Qing didn't hesitate and sighed, the decline of the academy caused the morale of these people under them to be as low.

Winding all the way, I boarded another platform, and then I saw the Jiafu of Tianyang Academy, with a huge plaque hanging high.

This is equivalent to the inner courtyard of Tianyang Academy.

Just as they stepped on the platform, everyone took a sip, and the concentration of the aura was much higher than that of Yifu.

"Here, Zhu Qing."

After stepping in, a middle-aged man walked in front of him, with a beard, an ordinary figure, and an ordinary face, which belonged to the appearance that could not attract anyone's attention on the street.

But the other sign on the waist is engraved with the four characters of Deacon of Jiafu, which is the realm of military generals, which is equivalent to Zhu Qing's status.

"Ye Rong."

Zhu Qing laughed heartily and shouted, he rarely comes to Jiafu, this Ye Rong is a disciple of the same period as him, and he has grown up step by step.

"Which one is the invincible Wan Li who destroyed the Lin family with a sword and the Wuhou realm?" Deacon Ye Rongye nodded and glanced at the four people in front of him.

"Oh, this is Wan Li, this is Deacon Ye Rong of Jiafu, Deacon Ye."

Zhu Qing introduced.

Although that sentence was arrogant, Wan Li didn't bother to say anything.

Nodding with a smile, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Yes, who are these?"

Zhu Qing then introduced them one by one, and learned that it was Wanli and Wu Dameng who entered Jiafu in the end, and Ye Rong nodded in agreement.

"Then let's go, the disciples of Kofu are waiting in the martial arts arena."

Several people went back and forth, and there was also a stone platform in the middle of the martial arts arena, which was consolidated by the dean, and all the martial arts realms could withstand it.

"It doesn't feel like something is right with this one." Da Meng glanced at a circle of Jiafu disciples, all of them were full of breath and heroic.

"Either it's for the government assessment, or it's to suppress and suppress our newcomers."

Wan Li said lightly.

Most of the Kofu disciples came, and after a rough sweep, thirty or forty people, and some of them may be in retreat.

Just now, Deacon Ye had already ordered himself to destroy the Lin family with a sword, at least no one in the realm of military generals dared to challenge him, and he was afraid that it was aimed at the big dream.

Mu Qian and Wan Hongyan are still wearing veils, but they can still feel the stunning demeanor of the two from their body temperament.

"Are those two women new to Kofu too?" The Yijiafu disciple asked in a low voice, his eyes looking up and down.

"The posture is good, I'm afraid it's the same level as Senior Sister Luo."

The corners of a disciple's mouth said, but his eyes were restless.

Wan Li took a step forward expressionlessly, blocking the eyes of most of the Kofu disciples.

All of a sudden, many disciples were angry.

Looking at the generous back, Mu Qian felt that this Wanli was still a little useful.

"This time, two disciples of Mansion B entered Mansion A, Wan Li, Wu Dameng."

The two of them answered.

"Hey, who are those two women?"

"The female dependents brought by Wan Li will live in the house for a period of time."

Ye Rong explained, he had already said Wan Li's heroic deeds before, and this time he directly said his name to let the disciples take care of these two women, don't hit the muzzle.

Belch.

Hearing this, many people's heads shrank suddenly, and they stopped talking.

"Award."

According to the process, Ye Rong handed over the waist card of the disciple of Jiafu.

In this declining Tianyang Academy, there is no difficulty in entering Jiafu, and the realm can reach the martial spirit realm, and the strength is naturally uneven.

"This is the waist card that proves your identity, be sure to keep it, okay, the entrance ceremony of the newcomers to the Jiafu, learn from the old disciples, and hone their skills."

"Is there anyone interested?"

Ye Rong said very lightly, he had told the disciples at the beginning that it was not appropriate to learn today.

"Since ......" There was no disappointment or expectation, Ye Rong nodded, and said that he wanted to end, but a voice made Deacon Ye's voice stop abruptly.

"I'll come."

Hearing this, one was dressed in a black robe, with a broadsword pinned to his waist, and his face was the same as that of Deacon Ye, which was quite simple.

"This is Yang Feng, Senior Brother Yang, why is he here, Deacon Ye didn't tell him?"

"The strength of the disciples of Jiafu ranks fifth, and it seems that they have just come out of the customs." There are those who are more familiar with Yang Feng and tell him about his current situation.

The originally boring admission ceremony of the newlyweds became interesting after this sound.

After greeting Deacon Ye and Zhu Qing with a fist, he looked at Wan Li's eyes full of inexplicable fighting intent, "I heard that you squeezed out my quota to participate in the competition of the four major colleges?" ”

Glancing at Zhu Qing, Wan Li probably knew what was going on.

"Whether it is or not, what do you want to do."

"If you fight a game and lose, I will directly withdraw from the competition for the place in the big competition."

Yang Feng's face was full of fighting spirit, he was a martial idiot, he often lived alone in Jiafu, and his relationship with others was not very good, but his strength was there.

After looking up and down, the martial spirit is the eighth order.

Wan Li took a step back and pushed the big dream out, "Win you, the big dream is enough." ”

couldn't help but be stunned, even Da Meng himself was stunned, pointed to himself and asked.

"Are you sure?"

"Sure, the silver water dew quenched the body, try the strength." Wan Li smiled playfully.

"It is indeed not ordinary for the third-order martial spirit to enter the Jiafu, but it is too exaggerated to want to defeat Yang Feng of the eighth order of the martial spirit."

Most of the Jiafu disciples shook their heads one after another, obviously not optimistic.

"Well, let's give it a try."

Big Dream is now completely trusting Wanli, leapfrogging the challenge, but it has never been before, and a fiery sense of excitement swells up from the body.

Yang Feng, who was the eighth order of the martial spirit, did not release the slightest water as soon as he made a move, and the silver broadsword came out of the sheath, this is a spiritual weapon, and the figure moved rapidly, much more flexible than the big dream, and suddenly a knife came from mid-air.

Rumble.

Da Meng didn't spare his hand, and punched the knife edge.

The silk silver fist gloves on his hands glowed with light.

This boxing glove is also a spiritual weapon, Wu Zehou, the second eldest of the Wu family, took over the Lin family and specially found a boxing glove for him.

Touching each other, Yang Feng was particularly shocked, the strength of that impact was not weaker than his eighth-order strength in the slightest.

The pain of the tiger's mouth tremor.

At the touch of a button, Yang Feng took three steps back, and Da Meng took five steps back.

In the eyes of everyone, it seems to be a tie.