Jiang Yeran roared angrily: "That's it?"

Zhang Ying's originally playful gaze froze for a moment, Song Zixun covered her mouth in surprise, and the whole class looked at Jiang Yeran who was kneeling on the ground in astonishment.

Wang Jun tore open a bag of potato chips, but his hand stopped at his mouth, Jiang Rui combed his hair slowly, but his hand stopped on his head, Yue Cheng teased the young lady next to him, but his hand stopped on the other party's shoulder.

Everyone was subconsciously stunned for a second when Jiang Yeran shouted the passionate "That's it". They all thought they were going to obey and call their sister. Then the next moment, everyone burst into laughter, it was just so funny.

"That's it, it seems that I want you to taste the beating of society. Zhang Ying's eyes froze, she recovered from her stunnedness, and as soon as her mind moved, the dense short needles rushed towards Jiang Yeran like a bee under command.

Listening to the explosion of "boom", the strong spiritual power covered the ground in all directions, bringing up a burst of dust and covering everyone's sight.

At this moment, all the students couldn't help but mourn for Jiang Yeran, this was pretending to be forced with their lives, and they died as they deserved.

After a while, the dust gradually cleared, and everyone stared intently at the center of the barrier, wondering if he was dead.

Zhang Ying waved her hand and fanned the dust on the tip of her nose, in her perception, the last explosion was not caused by her own mental power, then there was only one explanation.

Sure enough, when the dust completely cleared, everyone's eyes were focused on that slender figure, but there was no imaginary blur of flesh and blood.

On the contrary, at this time, Jiang Yeran's whole body was bathed in a golden arc, and a pair of burning golden pupils shone brightly under the sunlight. If one looks closely, they will see that under the golden arc, there is a faint blue-purple flame flowing through, isolating the raging thunder from the flesh to ensure that it does not turn against the host.

Jiang Yeran shook his shoulders, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he looked at Zhang Ying provocatively. Then he stroked his snow-white hair with his right hand, and the blue-purple ghost cold flame suddenly burned on his hair, with his unruly expression and the disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, it was simply cool and arrogant.

No, it feels like there's something missing. Jiang Yeran had an idea, leaned on his shoulder with a short stick in his right hand, raised the short stick with his left hand and pointed at Zhang Ying, his eyes showed a flirtatious look: "Little girl, is you handsome?"

"Hahahaha, Jiang Yeran, I won't accept you without convincing the wall. ”

"Man, you're playing with fire when you're molesting the old class. ”

"What should I do, why do I suddenly feel a little handsome? ”

........

In an instant, the whole class exploded again, chattering and coaxing, some gloating, some expressing respect, and some spring, anyway, there was no cold eyewitness for a while.

Together with Song Zixun in the enchantment, he lightly covered his red lips and looked at Jiang Yeran, his eyes full of smiles.

"Hehe" The corners of Zhang Ying's mouth twitched, she even wondered if she was too good to him, and she didn't start hard enough, that's right, it seems that today I have to let you know why the flowers are so red.

Zhang Ying's mind moved, and her spiritual power condensed into a sharp short blade, which turned into a short-bladed storm, carrying the whirring wind, and swept towards Jiang Yeran in the enchantment mercilessly.

There's a good show to watch. The whole class moved a small bench out of nowhere, sat down with brushes, some even took out watermelons and chopped them and distributed them to everyone, and some took out Coke popcorn, as if watching a play.

Jiang Yeran's heart moved, looking at the short-bladed storm that swept in, and he didn't panic at all on the surface. He operated the "Nirvana Decision" in his body to the extreme, and a steady stream of abilities was quickly transmitted to all parts of his body.

He threw his left-hand baton forward, and the tactical baton made of mixed metal didn't even have a moment to resist before it was torn to pieces by the storm.

Seeing this, he simply threw out the short stick in his right hand. At the same time, the ability poured out wildly, condensing rapidly in the left and right hands.

Ghost Cold Flame is his most commonly used ability, and it is also the most suitable one, and it condensed into a blue-purple short stick in Jiang Yeran's right hand for the first time. The flames flowed over it like liquid, burning as they rendered the short stick an eerie coldness.

This ability is condensed into a weapon, and I learned it from Ding Qi last time, and I have to say that it is indeed much stronger than ordinary cold weapons.

The abyssal golden thunder followed, golden arcs swirling. The moment the storm invaded Jiang Yeran's body, his left hand condensed into a golden short stick. The furious power of thunder exploded suddenly, and it actually blew a gap in the short-bladed storm.

Seizing the opportunity, Jiang Yeran raised his right hand, and the short stick formed by the condensation of the ghost's cold flame smashed the gap. For a moment, blue-purple flames poured in wildly, like a cold poisonous snake, grabbing the enemy's wound and biting it deadly.

If the golden thunder of the abyss of the most rigid and yang is suitable for carrying it head-on, violently blasting all enemies into slag with the posture of an invincible king, then the cold flame of the most yin and soft ghost is like a poisonous snake dormant in the shadows, suitable for penetration, and when it is tired, it suddenly launches a thunderous blow to completely disintegrate the enemy from within.

The two top-level abilities, one yin and one yang, complement each other, Jiang Yeran feels more and more that he feels like he is using it, and he even thinks about whether he needs to create a combined attack stunt in the future.

Of course, this is an afterword, at this time, Jiang Yeran ran ran "Niryang Decision" to the extreme, and only felt that there was inexhaustible strength flowing in his body, even if he carried this short-bladed storm head-on, he would not be intimidated at all.

He let out a loud roar and slashed forward with both hands, two power-condensed clubs roaring like two dragons with teeth and claws.

Gossip on the edge of the pit: Just now a friend looked at me in the code "one yin and one yang", and suggested that it was possible to give the male and female protagonists a yin and yang harmony, and then the female protagonist's physique took a qualitative leap. I said, and then he became a man, right? He had a black question mark on his face.