On Qingyuntai, the two sides are fifty meters apart, but the momentum of the two has begun to collide, and they are equal.

Han Mo held a sword in his hand, and he was a sword master like Ye Feng, but unfortunately he didn't have Ye Feng's focus, and his swordsmanship was far from Ye Feng's.

It's just that Ye Feng has now broken off an arm, and he will no longer be glorious in the past, Han Mo looked at Ye Feng's right arm with a playful face, and his expression was even more playful.

"Ye Feng, Ye Feng, now that you don't have your right arm, do you want to use your left hand to hold the sword in the future? Unfortunately, even if your left hand is as flexible as your right hand, it's useless, there is a gap between kendo warriors and ordinary swordsmen that can't be crossed after all, that is, the blessing of spiritual power. I advise you to throw in the towel, waste. ”

When Ye Feng heard the word "waste", his expression froze, and his forces were dumped like a mountain and a sea. He suddenly felt a hard stab in the chest, a cone-like pain, and the last thing he could stand was that others called him a waste.

"I really don't know how you have the face to come to the God of War Academy, don't you know that the God of War Academy doesn't accept waste?" Han Mo saw Ye Feng's heart retreating, and he was even more aggressive.

Everyone in the audience was also discussing Ye Feng's arm, pointing and commenting on Ye Feng, although it was not as bitter and mean as Han Mo, it was also extremely unpleasant, especially the word "waste", which appeared more frequently than the people in the audience spoke.

The noise around him was mixed with all kinds of abuse, ridicule and disdain, like a magic sound filling his ears, which lasted for a long time, making Ye Feng lose his mind for a while.

He has no arms, but what's wrong with that? What grievances does he have with those people in the audience? Why should the wasted people bear everyone's eyes and contempt?

Ye Feng turned his head to look at the corner of the crowd, where his parents were standing, and there were guards guarding him. Master Ye and Mrs. Ye were already crying silently at this time, they snuggled up to each other, still looking helpless and out of step with their surroundings.

The tears of the two wet each other's shoulders, but they still didn't realize it, and they cried to the core. A drop of crystal tears slid down Ye Feng's cheek, and it landed on Qingyuntai with a "snapping" sound.

Ye Feng felt aggrieved in his heart, and there was endless anger, after hearing the referee's verdict, his left hand instantly reprinted, and there were words in his mouth.

He wants to prove by his actions that he is not a waste!

A flying sword instantly popped out of the Chiba sword box and stabbed directly at Han Mo's chest. Han Mo was sealing to summon the contract beast, but when he saw this, he was immediately shocked and had to interrupt the summoning and use his long sword to set up a defense.

At the same time, Han Mo's heart was full of disbelief, the waste man he was still mocking just now was able to perform the long-lost sword technique!

"It can't be, a waste...... How could a waste with a broken arm get the true transmission of the sword dao divine technique, and how could he learn the sword master?" Han Mo was hysterical, as if he were crazy.

The messengers' eyes widened, and they were speechless in shock. Many of them expressed disdain for Ye Feng, a waste person, even if Ye Feng's attribute development and mental endurance were very good, even if Ye Feng was desperately struggling to become stronger, but a broken arm meant that he could not use his combat skills, and he would only become a waste person after all.

But now, Ye Feng slapped everyone with practical actions, and the faces of everyone hurt, and they can't laugh now if they want to.

Possessing the sword art means that even if Ye Feng breaks a hand, he can still use his combat skills and become a kendo fighter, and he can completely take off the hat of waste.

"Where did this kid come from, shit luck, a waste can actually get the inheritance of the sword. The messenger was indignant.

Mo Tian's expression changed, and he scolded: "Shut up! You can think of making up for your shortcomings through sword fighting, is such a person a waste?"

On the stage, Ye Feng ignited a monstrous anger, he wanted to use his sword skills to cut off the gossip of the people around him, so that everyone would stop laughing at him, and let his parents stop crying and grieving!

"What about a broken arm? I've put in a lot of effort!"

Ye Feng was obsessed with swords, and the loss of his right arm was undoubtedly the biggest blow to him, but the crying of his parents and the disdain of everyone deeply pierced his heart.

What Luo Tian needs is someone who can support him, especially when he is most helpless, and he needs someone to give him support and encouragement, not white eyes and ridicule, nor sympathy and pity.

But when he saw his parents crying instead of cheering him on, there was not a moment that made him feel so worried.

Is he really a waste himself, and why does he even acquiesce to his biological parents?

At this time, shouldn't parents stand up and reason with those who say their son is a waste?

Ye Feng only has Han Mo in front of him, he wants to defeat Han Mo in front of everyone and make a name for himself!

"Bang Bang!"

Ye Feng's flying sword hit Han Mo's long sword, and under the collision of the two, the flying sword was bounced dozens of meters away, falling into the distance and deeply inserted into Qingyuntai.

"Huh?" Han Mo was stunned, how could he feel that the flying sword was soft and had no strength?

Is this really the Imperial Sword Technique?Or did he look away, and it was actually Ye Feng who threw it directly with his hand?

The expressions of everyone in the audience were extremely strange, and their thoughts were similar to Han Mo's. Some of the viewers who were almost impressed by Ye Feng suddenly felt ashamed, they were really blind, waste is waste, even if they learn the sword technique, it is just a stronger waste.

"It's a shame, I almost thought that Ye Feng would be the biggest dark horse in the history of Qingyun City. ”

"I think Ye Feng is the most embarrassing, he can't even control a flying sword with a sword box on his back, he is really blind to this set of swordsmanship. ”

"Oops, clumsy eyes, I'd rather believe that sows will go up trees than that waste can turn over. ”

“......”

Ye Feng's expression froze, and a touch of self-deprecation appeared on his bitter face, he was really a waste, even his full force could not have any impact on Han Mo.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and Han Mo appeared in front of Ye Feng, the long sword in his hand was close to Ye Feng's neck, and he was about to cut his skin at the slightest touch.

"If you lose, you can't even control a flying sword, so don't run out and be embarrassed. Han Mo's words were full of mockery and unhappiness.

He knew he would win, but he didn't expect it to be so easy to win, and he didn't even have time to summon the contract beast. But such a victory made him have no sense of accomplishment at all, he wanted to fight with the strongest Ye Feng, not a waste.

Referee Hong Linxuan shook his head and expressed helplessness about such a thing, Ye Feng shouldn't have lost so unjustly, but his momentum plummeted, and his fighting spirit was lost, leaving only a young man full of anger and wounded soul, how to fight against the energetic Han Mo?

(End of chapter)