Chapter Twenty-Seven: Abuse Again

"Okay, I'll use my spiritual power to build a small nine-cubic-meter barrier for each of you later, all you need to do is to dodge my attack in a limited space, it's very simple, isn't it. Zhang Ying clapped her hands and motioned for the two to pay attention to the lecture.

"Ahem, I have a question. Jiang Yeran raised his hand and asked, "If I break through the barrier, will I pass the test?" ”

Zhang Ying twisted her neck and made a kaka sound: "If you have this ability, I will let you graduate directly!"

Jiang Yeran scratched his head stupidly and closed his mouth sensibly.

"Let's get started, speed and reflexes have always been my strengths. Song Zixun wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking eager to try.

"As you wish. The corners of Zhang Ying's mouth lifted, and the invisible spiritual power had completely enveloped the two of them, leaving only a small space of nine cubic meters for them to move around.

Jiang Yeran stretched out his hand and touched the enchantment, and the ghost spewed out the fire snake with cold flames, and it spread towards the spiritual power. However, the blue-purple flames that had been invincible before were now melting rapidly like ice cubes illuminated by the sun.

He didn't believe in evil, and the abyssal golden thunder in his left hand shot out, slashing at the enchantment, but only a layer of ripples rippled on its surface. Through continuous breakthroughs during this period of time, he can already simply control this golden thunderbolt.

"It's harder than glass made in China. Jiang Yeran muttered in a low voice, withdrew his ability, and waited for the battle.

Song Ziyun on the side saw that he was deflated, but the flowers and branches trembled with laughter, and Jiang Yeran's eyes were always looking at his cute appearance.

"Attention!" came a thought.

Jiang Yeran tapped his toes on the ground and took a quick step back. In its original place, a thin needle of spiritual power was firmly pierced on it.

Song Zixun also dodged, she patted her undulating chest, and secretly said that it was dangerous.

Jiang Yeran's eyes froze, he took two steps back, and two short needles pierced the place where he was standing before, almost dodging by a fraction of a second.

He then stepped back, not wanting to collide head-on with the short needle, but this time he just bounced backwards, but he slammed into the barrier behind him with a "poof".

Jiang Yeran couldn't help but scream in pain, not because he hit the enchantment, but the moment he hit it, a short needle had already pierced his chest, and he wanted to wave his hand to resist, but it was too late, it was too fast.

Although the short needle did not penetrate the flesh, the refreshing sensation of the impact was still fresh in his memory.

Without time to hesitate, Jiang Yeran rolled to the side and dodged a short needle. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he was stunned to perceive the fine mental fluctuations in front of him, and subconsciously stunned for a moment.

Then, Jiang Yeran's body was violently lifted away in full view of everyone, and once again crashed into the enchantment behind him.

"Ahem" Jiang Yeran covered his chest, his face was pale, and he gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Teacher, you are cheating, don't play like this." ”

"Hehe, I didn't say that you only fire one short needle at a time, it's that you yourself subconsciously feel that only one at a time is not advisable after dodging a few. Zhang Ying laughed, not thinking that there was anything wrong with her behavior.

"Then it won't be fired in a row!"

"Soldiers don't get tired of cheating!"

This is too ruthless, the corners of Song Ziyun's mouth twitched, and her eyes looked at Jiang Yeran with a little sympathy, after all, her own side was only attacked by a short needle from beginning to end.

No, you can't be so passive in defense, otherwise you will definitely be killed. Jiang Yeran made up his mind, and two tactical short sticks appeared in his hands.

Seeing this, the corners of Zhang Ying's mouth rose slightly, and with a wave of her sleeves, a short needle with condensed spiritual power had already shot out.

Jiang Yeran picked up the short stick in his right hand, and knocked down the short needle with a "ding".

Hehe, the attack power is nothing more than that. However, before he could stumble, his vest suddenly hurt, and the whole person couldn't stop staggering forward.

He got up helplessly, his face turned red, stared at Zhang Ying and said, "Can you still train happily?" ”

Zhang Ying giggled, her eyes bent into a crescent moon: "Don't you have two short sticks in your hands, can't you resist attacks from two directions at the same time?"

Jiang Yeran took a deep breath, knowing that the more times like this, the more you have to stay calm.

He was half-crouching, his hands were short sticks in a posture, and his mental power diffused out, carefully perceiving the movements around him.

The next moment, Jiang Yeran raised his right hand and quickly set aside the short needle attacking from the right, and then slashed horizontally with his left hand, directly smashing the short needle attacking from the left.

"Cut, but ......" However, before he could taunt, another short needle pierced him in the back.

Jiang Yeran hammered the ground with his right hand, and a fish jumped up from the ground, looking at Zhang Ying who was secretly happy on the side.

"Ahem, classmate Jiang Yeran, you are too careless, how can you fall into the same pit twice. ”

Okay, you're awesome!" Jiang Yeran greeted Zhang Ying's family in his heart, but he was not slow at all, and directly waved the two short sticks vigorously, and for a while he actually protected all over his body.

"Hahaha, I see what you can do to me now!"

Zhang Ying slapped her forehead, and suddenly felt that this child's IQ was in a hurry, and every time I ran with the rhythm, I began to sympathize with this child.

Thinking so in my heart, I didn't mean to keep my hand at all.

I saw Zhang Ying raise her hands and gently close her palms.

Just when Jiang Yeran was glad that he had protected all corners around his body without dead ends, he suddenly felt numb in his heart, and he was suddenly born.

The next moment, in Jiang Yeran's perception, the dense spiritual power short needles unabashedly shrouded his body, and the tips of the needles were bubbling with a trace of cold light. It's as if at the command of their owner, they will become a sieve.

Jiang Yeran snorted, his legs suddenly weakened, and the whole person involuntarily fell to the ground.

"Are you afraid, shout beautiful sister, I'll let you go. Zhang Ying clasped her hands on her chest and looked at Jiang Yeran's weak delicate body with a gloating expression.

Song Zixun on the side felt that he was a soy sauce player, and couldn't help but cast a sympathetic look at the latter.

Even the other students who watched the show watched the show with a look of melon.

I don't know who shouted: "Real men never flinch!" Then the whole class laughed, clapping their hands, clapping their thighs, and coaxing Jiang Yeran to call her sister.

Jiang Yeran sat on the ground weakly, looked at the group of short needles that surrounded him, and glanced at Zhang Ying, who was waiting for him to beg for mercy and call his sister with a playful face.

With a throbbing in his heart, he sniffled, retracted his double sticks into the ring gloomily, glanced at Song Zixun who was full of sympathy on the side, and then turned his head to look at Zhang Ying with resentment.

His voice was low, and he shouted angrily with some hiss: "That's it?"