As Jiang Yongnian's voice fell, the audience was stunned.

The students stammered, and many teaching assistants and tutors also smacked their lips.

"The hospital actually agreed?"

"This is the first time I've ever experienced it, and there are people who want to seek the position of mentor with the strength of the first rank."

"If this is done by Assistant Teacher Han, it won't be able to be named the sea and the blue frog?"

"But there's nothing wrong with this condition, take winning as a bet, and you won't get anything if you lose to me crazy."

"Once you can win, such a character is already famous, and it is normal for a mere teaching assistant to be unable to suppress it......"

Criticism is pouring out, and those who hold different opinions are all visible.

"Hey, let's talk about it, isn't this Han assistant too confident?"

"I still don't understand, why does the gray and glittering desert witch suppress the muscular zombies?"

"After watching so many battles, no one can push Ren I mad into a corner."

"And Assistant Teacher Han Jun Han has not yet fought a battle, and he seems to have the certainty of victory in his heart."

"In this way, this battle must be extremely exciting, we can't watch it, it's really scratching and uncomfortable!"

As soon as similar remarks were made, the echoes were all over the country.

The vast majority of people feel that Assistant Teacher Han is deeply hidden, far more arrogant than letting me be crazy.

But his words and deeds are too calm, and few people can agree that he is a grandstander.

"It's useless to talk too much, fight!"

Let me frantically rip off my tattered top, and my bronzed muscles were exposed to the sun.

He was already excited, and the desire to fight gushed out from his body was far higher than that of Feng Chunshi, who was the first in the challenge grade rankings.

Ye Hanjun could see that his body was covered with scars.

Some of them were skin wounds from the battle, but many more were old wounds.

These old wounds have been healed, but the scars left behind are too ugly, and as he walks wildly, like a wriggling centipede, superimposed together, his momentum is even more ferocious.

Ye Hanjun was silent.

When he left the audience seat, he neither climbed over the seat nor rushed indiscriminately, and walked slowly to the center of the battlefield, looking like a scholar who was powerless.

Then, under the leadership of a group of elderly mentors led by Jiang Yongnian, the boiling voices gradually faded in his ears.

Ye Hanjun walked into an underground passage with Ren Wu Mad, and after walking for about a minute, a heavy stone door twenty meters high appeared in front of him.

"Boom—"

The stone door opened, revealing a spacious training room.

There were rows of obsolete blades and more than a dozen sets of armor of different colors.

In addition, there is a large amount of dust, which is obviously not used on weekdays and has been idle for a long time.

"This is it."

Jiang Yongnian put his hands behind his back, glanced at Ye Hanjun, and said slowly:

"I think that with the skills and abilities of the two, they don't disdain favoritism."

"But there is no need for referees, no medical care, if something really happens, it can only be said that it is self-inflicted, and the academy does not assume any responsibility."

"It's nature."

Ye Hanjun nodded and stepped into the room.

Let my crazy eyes burn, and follow him in.

At this point, he was silent.

But the vigorous blood fluctuations, like a male lion and tiger about to prey, are waiting to pounce in front of the prey and feast.

"Boom—"

The stone gate was closed, Jiang Yongnian, Tong Xuan, and Hong Li ...... The complicated expressions of the old men disappeared from view together.

Ye Hanjun smiled, as if he didn't notice the battle intent that was about to break out around him.

He paced around the training room, repeatedly checking that nothing was snooped on.

And the materials of the stone walls and stone doors are also high-quality stones, and after blessing the formation, whether it is strong or sealed, it can make people feel at ease.

In this way, Ye Hanjun turned his head and asked casually:

"You have fought several battles in a row, you have injuries on your body, and your soul is not in full swing."

"If you fight me like this, if you lose, will you feel unjust?"

"I'm not going to take this little hurt to heart!"

Ren I snorted wildly, and the light flashed, and the muscular zombie appeared beside me.

His gaze was fixed on Ye Hanjun, and the sound of his originally rapid breathing gradually stabilized, and he suddenly asked:

"On the contrary, it is Assistant Teacher Han, I heard that you are seriously ill, and when you first came to the academy, you would vomit blood after walking a few steps."

"Today, so close to perceive."

"It's not as unbearable as the rumors, but your body is really weak."

"Ren wants to ask, will such a state restrict the play of your strength?"

"If you can't let Ren have fun, such a painstaking challenge, it will be really disappointing......"

"Don't worry."

The corners of Ye Hanjun's mouth rose, and he said easily:

"In this battle, anyone can be disappointed, but you won't."

"That's good!"

Ren I hugged my fists wildly, suddenly retreated dozens of steps, squatted slightly on my knees, and said with full vigilance:

"Please teach Han Assistant!"

"Boom!"

Night Hanjun pulled out a long knife and held it in his right hand.

In the next moment, the left wrist flashed with goose-yellow light, and the summoning formation was short-lived, and the Sandstorm Witch appeared.

"Rustle—"

Flower candles smeared with biomimetic pigments on the surface, wearing a short dress with black and white gradients, his face is dirty, and his exposed skin is also left with various scars.

She slowly rose from her curled state, and as her eyes opened, a pair of dim vertical snake pupils met her crazy eyes.

"This is the Desert Witch? Weak blood gas fluctuations......"

Let me mumble wildly, but there was still a hint of disappointment in my tone.

The muscular zombie standing next to him, staring at the flower candle with white eyes, was not surprised or contemptuous, clenched his fists tightly, as if he had never slackened his combat readiness.

"Flower Candle, this is a very strong enemy."

"You don't have to hide this battle, do everything you can to defeat him."

A faint sound echoed through the training room.

The Sandstorm Witch, who had not figured out the form at all, had a momentary thought with her lowered gaze flickering slightly.

In the next second, the frost-white wind exploded, and the strong air currents pushed the yellow sand in the sky, like the silk of a shawl, constantly cleaning the surface of the skin.

Let my eyes widen wildly, my brow twitching.

In the storm of wind and sand, the figure of the desert witch is mostly hidden.

Only those dim eyes no longer have a gloomy and cloudy texture.

It is like two small suns, when they rise through the night, they suddenly change from extremely dark to extremely bright, and everything in the world has its true color.

"Wow-"

The swirling wind and sand gradually stopped, and the witch's figure appeared in its entirety.

She was like she had been reborn and given a new lease of life.

Her long blonde hair is silky and silky, and her jet-black wizard's hat is delicate and small.

Under the snow-white neck, a whole set of white witch robes embedded with gold edges was light and soft, and the dust was elegant.

On both sides of the cuffs, a pair of large scissor-shaped pliers are carved with a white pattern spiraling upward, and the sharp edge on it exudes the terrifying power of the wind element.

Behind it, a link-like scorpion tail swayed gently, and the collision of white and black seemed to hide the mysterious mystery of the law.

Further down, the thighs exposed outside the skirt are moist and well-proportioned, delicate and tender.

The paws of those feet that were naked on the ground were slender and white, petite and lovely.

Such a slim figure, with a face that does not apply powder but has a glimpse of elegance.

Let me be stunned and stunned for a while, and after coming back to my senses, the surging battle intent like the waves shook in my chest, and I shouted with a long roar:

"I see! I get it! ”

"Everyone thought the Desert Witch was still in a dark and shining state!"

"But this is by no means a lack of blood! You've long since quietly nurtured her into another form, a supreme, incredible form...... This is the foundation of your confidence! ”

"Are you satisfied?"

Ye Hanjun smiled faintly and didn't explain much.

"Satisfied!"

Let me clench my fists wildly, hammer my chest, and when I raised it again, I shouted in a voice like a cracking mountain and a stone:

"But I'm not going to necessarily lose!"

"Let me wave! Let's go! ”

"Roar!"

The two-meter-five-year-old muscular zombie, the iron rings on his wrists and ankles shattered with a click.

In an instant, a more majestic momentum erupted from its body, and at this moment, it seemed that it was no longer a fierce beast with muscles, and it suddenly jumped to the king of fierce beasts, and the entire training space emitted a trembling sound.

"Roar!!

The muscular zombie burst forward, surpassing a distance of fifteen meters in just one step, like a cannonball in the form of a human, unstoppable.

"Bang!!"

A shield quietly appeared, just in front of the zombie.

Muscle Zombie I don't want to think about it, I will smash it with my fist.

A jaw-dropping scene appeared, a demon beast of the same level could fly with one punch, and it was even possible that it could not afford to be seriously injured because of a punch.

When I touched this shield, the first punch was not broken, and the second punch was still not broken.

Until the tenth punch, there were only a few cracks on it, and there was still some distance from shattering.

"Hahaha! Hard enough! ”

"This defensive skill should be above 90 lines! Finally found a real opponent! ”

Let me laugh out loud twice, and I didn't hide behind me.

He judged that the Night Chiller's body was fragile and regarded it as a weak point, and tried to bypass the Sandstorm Witch and go straight to the front of the Night Chiller.

But Ye Hanjun had already withdrawn and retreated.

As a gust of wind blew, the shield disappeared, and a huge sand fist condensed and formed, and the latter first slammed into the front of the madness.

- Bang!!

Let me block with my arms, thinking I could block a punch.

But he still underestimated the power of "gathering sand into a fist", and the whole person took dozens of steps backwards, although he did not fall to the ground, his chest was shocked, his mouth was sweet, and a wisp of blood overflowed the corners of his mouth.

"It's so strong! One punch can hurt me! ”

There was no surprise on Ren Yu's crazy face, but a long-awaited look of eagerness.

There was no surprise on Ren Yu's crazy face, but a long-awaited look of eagerness.

With an arrow step, he grabbed a longbow, set up an arrow, pulled the string, and when he released his hand, the arrow shot out like lightning chasing the wind.

Night Hanjun turned sideways and a powerful arrow flew past his sleeve, slamming into the wall with a clatter.

"Whoosh !!"

It was not surprising that one arrow missed, and I let me hang the second and third arrows...... A burst of shots.

His strength is too great, and he is obviously handy for a weapon like a bow.

Ye Hanjun didn't feel the killing intent, but he found that all the arrows that were going crazy were aimed at his vital point.

This strong man, it seems that after seeing the new Sandstorm Witch, he really regards him as a strong enemy, and he does not dare to despise him in the slightest, let alone keep his hand.

"Roar!!"

As a "strong man", Ren I gave up hand-to-hand combat and shot arrows from a distance.

And the contract spirit, the muscle zombie, keeps attacking with flower candles, looking like he is playing with his life.

Like the flower candle, it is actually stuck at the very top of the clay tire.

If it weren't for the fact that the Lord had failed to break through the rank, it would have soared to the glow and started a new round of cultivation.

- Boom!!

A punch fell, and this time it was not the Tiangang sand shield that was on the side, but a fist condensed by the sand element.

Such a confrontation turned out to be a witch slightly better.

Obviously, the power of the muscular zombie is unmatched, but it just can't break through the witch's blockade.

However, the muscle zombie threw his punch more frequently, and when he found an opportunity to take advantage of it, he didn't think about it, and threw another punch straight in front of the witch.

Whew-

The wind was raging, and the flower candle changed its position under the impetus of the wind element, not only breaking away from the zombie's fist wind, but also appearing in front of the Night Cold King, blocking a few arrows for him.

In this way, when he came back to his senses, the Tiangang sand shield emerged, and the muscular zombie slammed into the shield, and after being blocked, he opened his teeth and danced his fists, like crazy.

"Not enough! Not powerful enough! ”

"Let me wave, I will allow you to use Boiling Blood!"

"Roar!"

A loud roar, in response to the master's orders.

The muscular zombie took three steps back, stomped on the ground with both feet, raised his arms in front of him, and suddenly floated out a wisp of scarlet blood on top of his already bulging muscles.

Ye Hanjun suddenly heard two strange sounds, one seemed to be churning the water of the lake, endlessly, and the other was like a thunderous bell, with a total of two, superimposed on each other.

"Bang bang - "

It was the heartbeat of a muscular zombie.

It has two hearts, one on the left and one in the left and right ribcages.

When the strongest skill, "Boiling Blood", is activated, the heart beats wildly, and the blood circulation of the whole body accelerates, and a part of it evaporates outward.

The picture presented here is that the muscular zombie has a layer of crimson weird evil light lingering all over its body, as if it is in flames, the heat wave is blowing, the ferocious is rolling, and the overall momentum is raised to a higher level.

"Boom!"

The candle paused, and a solemnity flashed in her golden eyes.

She felt the pressure, and the muscular zombies in the boiling blood state seemed to be able to give her a great threat.

"Roar!!"

The muscle zombie stomped again, three percent faster than before.

It is also a brute fist, with the blessing of boiling blood, three punches can make cracks on the Tiangang sand shield, and ten punches can make a piece of Tiangang sand shield almost scrapped.

"Roar!!

Rampaging muscle zombies, not just for Sandstorm Witches.

Although it does not have too much intelligence, its instincts are particularly terrifying.

While fighting with the Flower Candle, it repeatedly rushed to kill the Night Candle, and some of the fists that the Flower Candle itself could dodge, in order to block it for the Night Candle, it had to condense the sand into a fist or summon the Tiangang Sand Shield.

"Not enough! Still not enough! ”

"A witch who controls the two attributes of wind and sand is really powerful!"

Let me laugh maniacally, look down at the quiver that was long gone, throw away my longbow, pick up a sledgehammer, and cut into the battlefield once more.

He is a "strong man" with a very strong physique, and a "police officer" of the same rank does not get any advantage from him.

With the help of a hammer, it is equivalent to having a medium to wield his strength, and when the candle gathers sand into a fist to attack him, he will return with a hammer.

Even though he was shocked every time, he was forced to fall backwards.

But every time Ren Ma suffers an injury, it is not serious for his physique, and he can continue to fight with a little relief.

On the contrary, Ye Hanjun is extremely thin.

The Coach belongs, and no power can strengthen his flesh and blood.

Not to mention being hit by a hammer or being hit by a muscle zombie, even if he rubs a little bit, he can't eat and walk around.

However, with his perception that covers the entire training ground, Ye Hanjun can make predictions every time.

Although his body is weak, he can retain most of his flexibility, rolling, splitting, and bending his waist...... Many actions that ordinary people can't do, come to him with ease, and some attacks that should be unavoidable, he has a way to help himself out of danger by changing his position or borrowing strength.

"Slippery as a catfish, Assistant Coach Han is very skilled!"

Let me laugh wildly, block the flying wind claws with my hammer, and stomp my right foot, and my momentum will change again.

"Boiling blood can't take you, there's really no way!"

"I'm going to use the strongest blow, if you can't stop it, you'll definitely die!"

Ye Hanjun leaned against a wall, clutching his chest and gasping violently.

It is undeniable that such pure hand-to-hand combat has given him a very huge pressure to survive.

But fortunately, a series of attacks were blocked.

The price was only a large exertion of physical strength, plus a throbbing pain in the heart, but in fact there was no damage.

Next comes the most important thing!

The skill is superimposed on the power, and the flower candle has hurt the muscular zombie and let me go crazy more than once.

But the vitality of this person and one corpse is too tenacious, and it is difficult to achieve the effect of serious injury unless it hits the vital point directly.

On the contrary, the belligerent self-indulgence can be let go to fight, and life and death can be put out of the way.

With "fearlessness" as the core personality, he is still a muscular zombie of the corpse clan, and he is not afraid of death, and he has always been a way of exchanging life for injury.

But Ye Hanjun didn't participate in this challenge with the purpose of learning.

He's been waiting, waiting for a better opportunity to win with one blow.

"Fight!"

With a roar, I let out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person suddenly became sluggish.

However, the blood he spat out did not hit the ground, and condensed into a quaint character of "Zhuang" in mid-air, and flew lightly down the back of the muscular zombie, like a large seal striking on its back.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang.

The muscular zombies made the sound of fried beans all over their bodies, crackling and crackling.

Ye Hanjun narrowed his eyes, watching its muscles bulge again, as if carrying mountain peaks, the muscles that were originally only dominated by dark red turned bright red in an instant, and with the fluttering heart, it could explode at any time.

"Flower candles!"

Ye Hanjun shouted and made a gesture of two fingers together.

The Sandstorm Witch immediately pushed a gust of wind and rushed forward with the Night Chiller.

"Poof!"

Before he reached his position, Ye Hanjun threw the long knife in his hand with all his might, cutting straight into Ren Yan's chest.

only heard a muffled sound, and let me go crazy just after releasing the initiative, I couldn't dodge this surprise attack.

However, his body was too tough, and Ye Hanjun threw a long knife, and the blade could only penetrate two or three centimeters, and it couldn't penetrate his muscles at all.

But...... A second later, Ye Hanjun arrived, pulled out a long knife, and plunged into the abdomen of Ren Mad, stirring it hard, and finally broke the skin and pierced the belly.

Forcibly relieved of the stiff state of Ren Ma Madness, he was about to use a palm twice the size of an ordinary person to grab Ye Hanjun's neck.

The wind exploded, and the whistling tail thorn grazed his shoulder diagonally, allowing me to suffer violently, and my bloodied right arm could no longer be raised.

"Boom!"

Ye Hanjun pulled out a long knife and laid it across the neck of Ren I'm crazy, the coldness in his eyes, combined with the wisp of killing intent that emanated, the meaning of the period was very clear.

"You've lost."

"yes, I lost."

"It's bold that you're rushing up at this juncture......"

Let me be crazy and no longer exert my strength, maintain a motionless posture, and say in a low voice:

"But the 'explosive muscles' have been activated, and Ren Wulang is still in a state of 'boiling blood'."

"Under the double superposition, what little trace of its mind will be swallowed up, and its mind will only be filled with thoughts of surging power and destroying its enemies."

"It's something I can't stop."

"The next punch, it will definitely explode, even if I am next to it, it will not hesitate at all."

"If you just subdue me and can't block the next attack, it's just that we will die together."

Let me frantically speed up his speech, death is approaching, and he can actually do it without changing his face.

Ye Hanjun smiled, put away the long knife, and threw it on the ground at will.

"Then let's see if it's its powerful fists, or if the spell of the flower candle is superior."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Sandstorm Witch was already floating in the air.

Golden sand and frosty white wind erupted from her body at the same time.

In an instant, most of the light source in the underground training room, which was as bright as day, was suppressed.

Sandstorm Witch Flower Candle, as if she is a fairy who has just descended from the earth above the nine heavens, when she looks down on the world, she is still graceful and luxurious, indifferent and unfazed.

"Whew-"

In an area of 30 meters, sand and rocks are flying, and the sky and the earth are turbid.

Only listen to the roar of the wind, the zombie roar, only listen to the roar of the wind, the zombie throws a punch, and the sonic boom has the power of tearing the ear hole.

At that time, blood splattered, and the muscles of the muscular zombie's body shrank by half.

This bloody fist that condensed everything didn't need to be hit directly, and turned into an illusory fist dragging the afterimage, falling straight to the Sandstorm Witch's body.

And the flower candle ...... Just looking at it lightly.

The golden pupils are reflected in the rolling yellow sand rising into the sky, and the wind is howling like a dragon.

There were too many elemental substances trapped in the space around him, and there seemed to be a buzzing wail invisibly, shaking the soul again and again.

"Boom !!"

There was a loud bang, nothing could be seen clearly, and the whole world became gray.

This is a collision beyond the current rank, the wind and waves are like knives, the yellow sand is like a sword, and the piercing edge lingers in the heartstrings.

In the infinite shock and silence, there was no explosion, no crumble, and the illusory fist that was glowing with blood did not break through the barrier of the wind and sand at all, as if it had never existed, leaving no trace.

The whole world, all of a sudden, became unusually quiet.

(End of chapter)