"Damn, who can tell who the kid with the latte fan is?

"Mah, aren't the freshmen of this class too wicked?"

"Alas, seeing these two boys, I feel like I've been in vain for the past two years. ”

In the second-grade area, those disciples couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice when they saw Liu Qianyu's amazing hand, originally they already thought that Yang Ming was demonic enough, but they never expected that this white-looking young man was even more terrifying than Yang Ming.

Those second-year disciples secretly compared, if they were to become the opponent of these two people, what would the result be?

The answer is about to come out, it must be a swollen face.

I don't want anyone to live anymore!

The battle between Yang Ming and Liu Qianyu has greatly exceeded everyone's expectations, including the mentors on the judging platform, as well as the representatives of the various sects in Yunzhou on the viewing platform.

It's hard to imagine that this is a battle between two fifteen-year-old teenagers.

For a while, the two of them fought amazingly, and suddenly blinded the eyes of many people, and the representatives of the various sects in Yunzhou on the viewing platform, when they saw these two people, their eyes suddenly lit up, and it is estimated that they have begun to think about how to poach these two people after five years and let them become the pillars of their own sect.

However, these people obviously have delusional disorder, not to mention Yang Ming, even Liu Qianyu is a person with a family, even if he is given favorable conditions, I am afraid that the other party will not agree.

Besides, the Liu family in Wancheng is also a well-known big family, if anyone dares to dig their corners, isn't it uncomfortable to find it? Annoying such a family is not a good thing.

......

On the judging stand!

"Hehe, this kid has met an opponent. Looking at Yang Ming, who was a little embarrassed in the ring, Bai Qianpo couldn't help but laugh in a low voice, from beginning to end, Yang Ming relied on his body speed, and no one could compete with him, but now it's okay, Liu Qianyu's speed is no less than him, and the latter's attack speed is extremely fast, almost pressing Yang Ming to raise his head.

According to this situation, Yang Ming may last less than a hundred rounds under Liu Qianyu's hands, no matter what, Liu Qianyu has the absolute upper hand at the moment, and Yang Ming may be difficult to win back this game.

Everyone present seemed to be very optimistic about Liu Qianyu, only one of them watched the battle in the ring closely, without saying a word, his face seemed to be frozen, giving people a feeling of extreme coldness.

He is a white-faced Yama and ruthless.

Everyone was only attracted by Liu Qianyu's stormy attack, and they never noticed that Yang Ming had been carrying a black iron sword as heavy as Mount Tai on his back, which not only affected his speed, but also suppressed his strength.

From this point of view, it seems that Liu Qianyu does not have much advantage, and his attack is only to suppress Yang Ming, and although Yang Ming is pressed by him step by step, in fact, Yang Ming's retreat is quite orderly, and there is no sign of disorder, but it is a bit like a feeling of being ready to attack.

Sikong ruthlessly rolls on the rivers and lakes all year round, has experienced countless life and death battles, and his sensitivity to the details of the battle has reached a certain level, so the most optimistic in his heart is still Yang Ming, who fights and retreats.

"Lao Bai, which of these two boys do you think has a better chance of winning?" Sikong Ruthless, who had been silent, suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Sikong Ruthless's surrounding mentors looked over one after another, and couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, what kind of enlightenment has happened to this white-faced stuffy gourd.

Bai Xiu heard Sikong's ruthless voice, his expression was also slightly stunned, and he immediately smiled: "Brother Sikong, you are embarrassed for me, the battle is already changing rapidly, and deviations may occur at any time, not to mention that the difference in strength between the two is not huge, on the surface, although Yang Ming was pressed and beaten, did Brother Sikong notice that during the battle, there were several opportunities to counterattack, but this kid was always dodging ......"

"Lao Bai, what do you mean?" Bai Qianpo on the side also moved slightly in his heart.

"Yang Ming has been using this battle to hone his skills. Pursing his lips, Bai Xiu said slowly.

"This kid is really going to die!" Hearing Bai Xiu's words, Bai Qianpo suddenly recalled the previous battle between the two, and couldn't help but take a breath of cool air for Yang Ming's boldness.

Sikong couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Bai Xiu's vicious gaze, this ginger is really still old and spicy!

Among the entire first-year freshmen, I am afraid that only Yang Ming has the strength and courage to dare to use a sparring partner who opens up the four veins.

If Liu Qianyu knew Yang Ming's purpose, he didn't know how he would feel in his heart.

......

Ring Seven!

The iron fan slashed through the void, like a sharp black blade, and where it passed, there was a piercing sound of breaking wind, which slashed at Yang Ming's back.

Liu Qianyu's hand was indeed playing beautifully, grasping the opponent's mentality of underestimating the enemy, and catching Yang Ming off guard, he was very confident in his heart, if Yang Ming took his own blow, he would definitely lose most of his combat effectiveness.

Under this lightning attack, Yang Ming was indeed unavoidable, but he couldn't hard-connect, and now, Yang Ming seemed to have entered a dilemma.

"Yang Ming, it's over!"

The iron fan carried a strong energy, tore open the robe behind Yang Ming, and a childish cold cheer slowly entered Yang Ming's ears.

Suddenly, Yang Ming felt a chill down his spine, and he could feel a chilling chill coming from the black iron fan, if he couldn't dodge this fatal blow, he would definitely lose.

"Drink!"

At the critical moment, Yang Ming suddenly burst into a shout, and his right hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the black iron sword behind his back, and pulled the sword bag behind his back downward, and at the last moment, he used the sword bag to block the fatal blow.

Laugh at!

The iron fan slashed through the sword bag behind Yang Ming, leaving a deep white mark on it, and at the same time, Yang Ming took a few steps forward with the help of this collision force, completely widening the distance between the two.

Slowly exhaling a breath, Yang Ming touched the sword bag behind him, and a trace of sweat couldn't help but appear on his forehead, and a feeling of the aftermath suddenly appeared in his heart.

In this battle, he really underestimated his opponent, so much so that he almost capsized in the gutter and planted in the hands of this iron fan boy.

Yang Ming patted the sword bag behind him, gripped the hilt of the black iron sword, and then pulled it out inch by inch.

Although this sword is not sharp, it is extremely thick, giving people a feeling of Mount Tai pressing the top, this is the first time Yang Ming used this sword to fight with people.

"Your strength is good, and you are indeed qualified to let me draw the black iron sword. Looking at the young man with an iron fan calmly, Yang Ming's faint voice rang out.