"Is there anyone else?" Ye Qingchen asked without raising his sleeves.

"Qingyun Academy, He Chaoyuan, Realm Six Grades, Fight!" He Chaoyuan of Qingyun Academy, his voice is very loud, and he is also burly, tall and strong.

This person may have a strong sense of oppression because of his body shape and height. As soon as he came out, the excited mood of those disciples of Cangzhou Academy was restrained.

Ye Qingchen's eyes fell on He Chaoyuan, and when he saw the weapon in his hand clearly, he asked with interest, "You play with sticks?"

"Yes and what. ”

"Unfortunately, I will too. ”

"Heh!" He Chaoyuan sneered, and there was a faint disdain in his laughter. It's not that he boasts, there are thousands of disciples in the huge Qingyun Academy, and there are hundreds of people who are good at sticks, and he is the first person among them!

"You'd better use your strongest skills!"

"No, you don't. Ye Qingchen shook his head.

"That's it, if you can take my three sticks, how about you?" He Chaoyuan looked arrogant. He was three levels higher than Zhiye Qingchen, and he had to make appropriate concessions, lest others say that he was a bully.

I thought that Ye Qingchen would readily agree, but I didn't expect to see Ye Qingchen with a faint smile, "That's it, if you can take me two sticks, how about I lose?"

The little hearts have grown stronger and stronger," 。。。。。。 "Why do they always feel like it's a hole again?

"Don't be ashamed!" He Chaoyuan laughed angrily. A person with three grades of terrain actually threatened that he He Chaoyuan couldn't catch her two sticks?

Is he He Chaoyuan too gentle, or is Ye Qingchen too self-righteous?

"Don't talk about three sticks, even if it's ten sticks, I can catch it!" He Chaoyuan slammed the long stick in his hand, and there was a muffled sound. At the same time, his breath sank, and his strong momentum was centered on the long stick, like a wave sweeping around.

Everyone looked at He Chaoyuan, who was furious, and then at Ye Qingchen, who was as indifferent as water, twitched the corners of their mouths, and began to mourn for someone in their hearts.

Brother, do you know that when the school entrance examination was at the beginning, Ye Qingchen's power with a stick was so strong? Splitting you may be no different from chopping wood.

"Come on!" He Chaoyuan shouted at the top of his voice.

For some reason, everyone made up their brains with evil taste: Come on, come and chop my piece of firewood!

Ye Qingchen stretched out his hand and grabbed it forward, and a long stick transformed by spiritual power gradually appeared. The long stick in her hand flipped and flew, turning into thousands of stick shadows, and as the stick shadow covered the sky, the aura around her body became more and more violent.

A stick was split, carrying a monstrous momentum, and it seemed that all the weight of the mountains, rivers, sun and moon fell with this stick.

He Chaoyuan's body was as straight as a pine and cypress, and he felt this terrifying pressure overwhelmingly, Rao was as strong as him, and he couldn't help but feel small and fragile in his heart.

"How could it be... "Is it possible to have such a terrifying momentum with just one stick?

Suppressing the panic in his heart, He Chaoyuan concentrated, and the metal long stick in his hand was tightly held by him, and the stick was one.

Coax~

A stick was chopped down, and the wind hunted, and at that moment, there seemed to be thousands of iron hooves stepping on, which was deafening.

"Is that all you have the ability to do?" After the wind crossed and the strength dissipated, He Chaoyuan raised his voice and said. There was a suppressed excitement in his tone.

Even though Ye Qingchen was very strong just now, he caught it in the end!

As long as he survives one more stick, Ye Qingchen will be slapped in the face by himself!