The stick wind swept away, and the disciples who ran behind Xiao He, the young man with cat pupils, were all affected.

The disciples only felt that the stick wind that passed by the corner of their eyes was extremely fierce, and their faces couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

And the eyes of Xiao He, a young man with cat eyes, burst into bright light at this moment, and the desire to win or lose under his eyes was extraordinarily vigorous.

Su Changqing didn't bother to care about his mood, her eyes swept over the disciples around her one by one, her face was as pale as snow, and her slightly frowning eyebrows made her add a bit of fragile and delicate beauty, as if she could easily push her off the stone platform with just a gentle push.

But the burning stick in her hand is clearly showing, this is all an illusion, this person is not only not easy to be pushed off the stage, but it is also very tricky and headache to deal with.

After resisting the stick wind that was attacking him, the surrounding disciples glanced at each other, and then surrounded Su Changqing and Xiao He, a young man with cat pupils, in a flanking manner.

Su Changqing was surrounded by a heavy load, her expression was still calm, she slowly bit the flesh of her cheeks, she raised her eyes and glanced at Xiao He, a young man with cat eyes, her eyes were facing each other, and the two pairs of starry black eyes seemed to have a complex and indistinguishable meaning, but suddenly, one of the round eyes bent.

The owner of the eyes clenched his fist, and his fist condensed a pale golden light, and took the lead in attacking the disciple closest to him.

A punch is delivered without reservation.

The fist was rustling.

The disciple was caught off guard by a punch, and it was too late to dodge, so he took the circle hard.

The fist struck him in the chest, and the force was extremely ferocious, and the disciple spurted out a mouthful of blood and staggered back several steps.

Xiao He naturally wouldn't give him a chance to calm down, so he quickly stepped forward, grabbed the disciple, and threw it out directly before he had time to react, which can be said to have achieved the ultimate in quick accuracy.

The disciple who was thrown off the stage opened his eyes wide, as if he had been greatly hurt, "Xiao He, you are really a dog thief, you are so shameless!" You don't talk about martial arts, take advantage of people's danger! ”

Xiao He grinned: "I have won awards." ”

Other disciples: "......"

Su Changqing: "......"

How did he manage to do something jaw-dropping naturally, even though he had an innocent face with young teeth, and at the same time was stubborn and eager to win.

This character is so full that she has a little bit of a groove and no mouth.

For other players, Xiao He is a personal hateful dog, who always likes to sneak up on you when he has nothing to do, let you compete with him, and even the last thatched house may not be easy.

Although they monks don't have to go to the hut, this strongly shows that they have been suffering for a long time!

Since everyone in the sect is on the same stone platform right now, such an opportunity to beat him up in a group can't be wasted!

Thinking of this, the players who surrounded the two of them looked at the cat pupil boy's gaze and became even more unfriendly.

Among them, two players pinched the trick, and several light blades and magic tricks shot out, all of which headed towards Xiao He, the young man with cat pupils.

Xiao He tilted his head, a smile appeared on his immature face, he rolled his sleeves up, condensed the power of the stars in his fist, the golden light was faint, and the violent power exploded directly around him, forming a semi-circular protective shield and colliding with the attacking light blade.

Seeing this, the two disciples flipped their fingers and flew up, the speed of their hands became more and more complicated, and the Dao was strong and hidden, and the sharp blade of light was like a flash of lightning, and one of the disciples also sacrificed a magic weapon of an ice disk that was braving the cold air, and the ice disk suddenly turned into a thousand rays of cold light.

The attack rained down on Xiao He.

But he never thought that Xiao He's fist style would be broken one by one.

In vain, the two disciples felt as if they were attacking a rock that could not be moved

Xiao He here tensed his muscles, and his fists devoured the space around him little by little, expanding his terrifying strength and desire to win.

And Su Changqing, who was standing on the side, saw that he was also in front of him, and he started to exert his strength from his feet, urging all the power of the stars in the spiritual aperture, and his body suddenly turned into an afterimage, and at the same time, the long stick swirled in his hand.

The stick wind contains extremely strong vitality fluctuations, like thunder, and the stick will sweep out with an irresistible momentum.

The strength is quite sufficient.

Such an indiscriminate attack made the surrounding outflanking players obviously unexpected, and they all subconsciously took a few steps back and distanced themselves from her.

Su Changqing felt that Xiao He's operation was too doggy, but in fact, he was not much better than him.

Without waiting for the surrounding disciples to fight back, Su Changqing once again used his body technique, turning into a remnant of the Dao, and almost spanned several zhang in his steps, but in a few breaths, he came behind one of the players.

The long stick swept out and swept the player off the stone platform, while the other players were shocked and began to tense their spirits.