The crowd around them became more and more crowded, pointing and pointing to see the excitement, and a few people looked worried, as if they wanted to help, but they refused to move forward.

"Wang Dayong, this is not your father's general's mansion, you have to take it easy, in case someone breaks his arms and legs, be careful that your father beats your ass crooked!"

A young man about the same size as Wang Dayong laughed on the side, looking at Li Yire, his eyes were full of schadenfreude. I think it should be Wang Dayong's fox and dog party.

Wang Dayong smiled, which was a response, and rushed towards Li Yicheng in a few steps, and raised his hand to swing out a punch.

He looked at Li Yi, who was not dodging or hiding, and felt proud in his heart, wasn't this kid stupid because of me?

However, the latter's face was expressionless, his hand movements flashed, and he clenched Wang Dayong's fist tightly, not moving at all.

Wang Dayong was shocked and a little incredulous, looking at the fist that was held by Li Yiregret, and then at his expressionless face, like a dream.

"Hell!"

Wang Dayong scolded in a low voice and wanted to withdraw his fist, but found that he couldn't retract it even if he tried hard, and his fist was held as firmly as a rock.

"You let go of Lao Tzu!" Wang Dayong gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, his face turned red, and the blue veins on his forehead loomed.

"That's your attitude of begging?"

Li Yicheng sneered, and simply put his other hand behind his back, learning from Wang Dayong's previous eyes, staring at it.

The latter was a little uncomfortable, and his heart was ashamed and angry, so he had to whisper again, "Hurry up and let go!"

Li Yi regretted unmoved.

The onlookers on the side began to get restless, you must know that on weekdays, this kid is rampant and domineering in the academy with a martial arts he has practiced since he was a child, except for some of the sons and brothers with a strong background behind him who dare not provoke, other official eunuchs and ordinary poor disciples have more or less experienced his ravage. Its fame within the academy has some notorious feelings.

And now the "bully" in the academy seems to have suffered at the hands of a weak scholar with a fresh face, which makes a group of onlookers who dare not speak out on weekdays surprised and secretly applauded at the same time.

"Eh, Wang Dayong, what's the matter, you can't even beat a little white face, you ......"

The person who was laughing before spoke again, but Li Yiregret threw a sharp look at him, cold as a sharp edge, making his heart seem to stop for a moment. Before he finished speaking, he choked in his throat and swallowed again.

Li Yicheng slowly retracted his gaze, looked at Wang Dayong, and said coldly, "I didn't come to the academy to cause trouble, you don't mess with me, I don't move you, and everyone goes their own way." ”

After speaking, he looked at Wang Dayong, whose face was red and painful, and the hand that held his fist pushed outward, causing him to take a few steps backwards.

"This kid...... Something's wrong......" The young man who was coldly glanced at by Li Yicheng muttered, looking stunned.

Fortunately, the people around him were all watching the "battlefield" surrounded by everyone, concentrating, and no one cared about his embarrassment.

Wang Dayong was pushed back a few steps by Li Yicheng with one hand, and the fist that was just held was a little painful, and he loosened and clenched it. His eyes stayed on Li Yicheng from beginning to end, full of vigilance.

But the latter's eyes changed from cold at the beginning to a little lazy now, as if he didn't want to bother with him anymore.

Wang Dayong couldn't stand this kind of look, and the words and deeds he received since he was a child always told him that he would rather die on the battlefield than accept the enemy's mercy bonfire.

He felt humiliated by the pretended magnanimity of the man across from him, his fists clenched again, his chest heaving and heaving.

Li Yiregret looked at him for a while, then suddenly shook his head, turned around and pulled out the elven sword that was obliquely inserted into the ground on the side, put it on his back again, and turned around to leave.

He found it boring.

But Wang Dayong was completely enraged by this action, and his inner self-esteem seemed to be trampled on, and his anger swelled and burned.

"You stop Lao Tzu!"

He drank all over, staring at Li Yiregret, his eyes were red, his body was half-bent, his knees were half-bent in front of him, and his posture was weird.

Li Yiregret looked at him sideways, his eyes were indifferent, as if he had seen an unknown weed on the side of the road, it was not worth mentioning, and he even looked ugly with the wind.

Wang Dayong's figure is a combat technique that his battle-hardened father personally honed through actual battles, a real killing technique! General Wang once said that it should not be used lightly unless it is absolutely necessary, because this method is only a move that injures 1,000 enemies and inflicts 800 losses on himself, and even outweighs the losses.

But now that the red-eyed Wang Dayong can take care of this?

With a roar, Wang Dayong was as fast as a wolf, rushing straight at Li Yirepent, his hands were claw-shaped, and he slaughtered the past, and the speed was so awe-inspiring that everyone else was frightened.

"This little man is so powerful? Wow, if this is used on us on weekdays, it will not die or be disabled. ”

"Hey, people are from a military family, how can they not have a few killing moves to defend themselves, I think that kid has completely angered him, and it won't be easy to do now. ”

"That's not necessarily, I see that the boy is handsome, his martial arts are good, and there is a long sword behind his back that is not used, so I can't say that I can beat the short man to the ground in a few strokes. ”

As the onlookers got more and more, it also attracted a lot of female students who loved to join in the fun, and one of them said so, and the face of the young girl was covered with a layer of worship, which was pale pink.

The teenagers around didn't talk, just continued to watch.

In the face of Wang Dayong's fierce offensive, Li Yiregret seemed to finally have some reaction, after all, immortal arts cannot be used in the academy now, and Wang Dayong's brute method is still slightly more difficult to deal with, of course, this is compared to his previous punch.

Li Yi regretted taking the sword from behind, the sword was not out of the body, and when Wang Dayong rushed over, he quickly hit it with the scabbard in the acupoints around his body, sealing his muscles and veins, and cutting off his qi.

Generally, a military family like the Wang family has a set of methods to lay the foundation for spitting in, transporting internal qi and becoming martial arts. It is true that this internal qi is not the internal qi of the immortal family, but the qi of the worldly martial arts, although it does not lead to enlightenment and immortality, but it also has the effect of prolonging life and strengthening the body.

Now Li Yi regrets blocking the vein of his luck, just like breaking the root of a tree, the branches and leaves are withering, and all the exercises are broken silently.

"Ahh

Wang Dayong wailed, fell to the ground, rolled and wailed.

The scene of the two of them is a little inexplicable in the eyes of others, and the people around them are confused, is this the end?

Li Yiregret was fast, and he took the scabbard and dropped it a few times, how could others see the doorway, not to mention that it was just a group of foreign scholars who talked on paper.

So the battle ended in a feeling that everyone was a little inexplicable......