"Don't leave Yin thief!' and I don't know which one shouted loudly, but as a result, the disciples of the academy were even more emotional, and they were ruthless. The competition can't be bullied by the crowd, but it's another matter to capture the yin thief, especially this 'yin thief' is still a fierce and tricky character, so it is even more necessary for everyone to work together to capture this fang!

Du Chongxiao was drunk and floating, crashing into the crowd, with a stick in his hand that had a chance to come out of nowhere, and he hit and swept up, knocking down several people in a row. He was already very good at close combat, and although he was encircled, his club was wide open and closed, even if he blocked ten with one, he did not fall behind.

On the other hand, the disciples of the academy couldn't help but have concerns for fear of accidentally injuring their fellow disciples, and they couldn't show it! And when Du Chongxiao rushed into the crowd and fought in one place, the disciples on the periphery were even more forward-looking and backward, shrinking their hands and feet.

"Don't fight!" As soon as Bai Yuxin's voice came out, he was drowned out in a burst of shouting.

A man in a green shirt shouted: "Junior brothers, spread out for the time being, and wait for me to capture this thief!"

Hearing Senior Brother Zhang's words, all the academy disciples immediately dispersed in all directions. However, Du Chongxiao staggered to follow, and with a stick in his hand, it swept into a person's knee. Another send, punctual in the back of the other person's heart. The body was like a swift wind, and the stick was like a torrential rain, not only taking advantage of its retreat to knock down several people again, but also rushing into the crowd again, continuing to maintain the momentum of the melee.

This thief is cunning! Zhang Buyu hated secretly in his heart, no longer hesitated, and his body moved in front of Du Chongxiao. A crystal chess piece floated in his hand, and the image of a chessboard faintly appeared behind him.

"Qi!" Du Chongxiao shouted angrily, like rolling thunder resounding through the clear sky.

Zhang Buyu bore the brunt of the attack, and immediately felt that his heart was shocked, and his whole body was full of true energy. Immediately afterward, a stick slashed at the head with a whistling sound.

The handwriting engraved on the crystal chess pieces changed instantly, and the 'pawn', 'horse', and 'cannon' flashed one by one, and finally turned into a 'soldier', and then saw a gold-armored guard appear out of thin air, stretching out his double whip and smashing Du Chongxiao.

"Oh my God!" after drinking, he said again.

Whether it was Zhang Buyu and his golden-armored guards, or the surrounding academy disciples, they were all in a brief shock.

The Wukong stick, wrapped in scorching heat, suddenly became three times the thickness and length, and swept out angrily. But listening to the sound of bumping, the stick in the waist and abdomen of the golden armor guard turned into white light and disappeared, and Zhang Buyu and more than a dozen people around him couldn't dodge, and they fell out in response and turned into a rolling gourd!

Taking advantage of the fact that the 'Monkey King's power has not disappeared, Du Chongxiao is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, suddenly stumbling and hugging the nest heart, suddenly drunken tossing the cup and kicking in a row, and suddenly splitting the mountains from above, and the disciples of the academy who killed him were defeated and retreated.

Later, he received a hard blow on his back, but he knocked a disciple of the academy who was also in the realm of art a few steps away. His right leg was hit by two more flying locust arrows formed by the painting, and then he smashed a disciple of the academy into the mouth and spat blood. Later, the battle in the field became more and more intense, and the disciples of the academy were also aroused to fight with Du Chongxiao without fear of death.

As more and more cultivator realm disciples participated in the battle, Du Chongxiao gradually fell into a bitter struggle. After all, he only has a clear understanding of the realm of art, although relying on his innate divine power, each stick can directly hit the enemy's weak points, and a stick can make a contribution! But the weakness of his own insufficient protection is gradually exposed.

At the beginning, it was only taken by Du Chongxiao by surprise and caught off guard, but after stabilizing their position, the counterattack of the disciples of the academy became more and more fierce.

A beautiful female disciple rebounded the pipa, and the image of a flying fairy gradually appeared behind her, and the stirring music was like a substance, and every time she plucked the silver strings, there was a thunderclap.

Du Chongxiao crossed his chest with a Wukong stick and took the thunderbolt hard, but the whole person was invincible to the power of the essence contained in it, and he took more than ten steps back in a row to stabilize his body. Wukong Stick took advantage of the situation and swept another academy disciple to the ground.

The female disciple was about to pursue, when she suddenly felt a tightness on her body, and she had been tied up by a swarthy rope. Startled, he hurriedly spread the power of his own image all over his body, intending to break the rope. But he saw that the rope suddenly doubled in thickness, and its color changed from black to golden, and the more it struggled, the greater the binding force became. The power of the original image was transported to the extreme, and the image of the flying fairy behind him was as clear as the real body, but it was still no match for the power of the rope.

The female disciple couldn't help but be shocked, with the strength of her true image Spirit Realm, she couldn't even break a small rope, what kind of treasure was this rope?

"Hugh is rampant!" With a clear shout, a light like an ink knife fell from the sky and slashed straight at Du Chongxiao's head. Its sword power envelops the wilderness, making people have nowhere to escape.

Du Chongxiao held a stick in both hands and struggled horizontally. The knives and sticks touched, but there was no sound at all. Suddenly, cracks appeared under Du Chongxiao's feet, spreading in all directions like a spider web.

In the next moment, the ground around him collapsed three feet at the same time, and the bluestone on the ground shattered inch by inch, and a violent wave of qi swept around Du Chongxiao and another person as the center. The disciples of the surrounding academies had to cast spells to resist.

Du Chongxiao looked carefully, and the person who fought with him was a young man, who was wearing azure silver silk armor and holding a three-pointed two-edged knife, with a handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing. Feeling the strength coming from the stick like a wave, Du Chongxiao couldn't help but be secretly surprised, the other party's strength was not inferior to him in the slightest.

As everyone knows, this young man was even more shocked in his heart, he was also born with divine power, and since he was a child, he entered the academy to practice the art of stopping the fighting, and he already had insight into the realm of cultivation.

"Senior Brother Yang Zhen is here, he will definitely be able to kill this fang!" all the academy disciples all looked happy. Obviously, this Yang Zhenping has a very high prestige.

Knives and sticks intersected, and there was a stalemate. Some academy disciples wanted to attack Du Chongxiao secretly, but Yang Zhen shouted to stop them: "You don't need to wait for a move, wait for me to meet him alone!" Between opening and closing, a golden light shot straight towards Du Chongxiao's door.

Du Chongxiao's eyes suddenly lit up with a raging firelight, and in the blink of an eye, he greeted a golden essence of fire.

The dazzling bright light almost illuminated the entire night sky, and all the academy disciples only felt that their eyes were white, and when they regained their eyesight, they saw that the two of them had already fought together.

Wukong's stick smashes and sweeps, like a dragon in the sea, and the two-edged knife stirs and slams, like a phoenix dancing for nine days. A little spark splashed, and the sound of gold was deafening. The two figures suddenly separated, stirring up gusts of wind, and they couldn't get close within ten steps.

"What a dragon and tiger fight!" I don't know when, the chief teacher of Wenhua Academy, Xi Bai Xiugu, the chief teacher of Zhige Academy, Xi Lu Xiangyuan, and several major teachings such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, swords, guns, axes, etc., each took spiritual weapons in the air to watch this dragon fight.

"Brother Lu Xian, you have a genius in the Zhige Academy!" Bai Xiugu couldn't hide the look of envy on his face, and said with a smile.

"If you talk about geniuses, the talent of Shangguan Mo, who makes granddaughter Yuxin and the three cultivators of poetry, calligraphy and painting, are not under Yang Zhen!" Lu Xiangyuan is sixty years old, burly, ruddy complexion, and his voice is as loud as a bell.

"You two don't have to boast! Don't look at how many academy disciples have been put to the ground by a stick other than Yang Zhen. A middle-aged woman sneered and said sarcastically: "Zhang Buyu has the pinnacle of the cultivation realm! Ouyang Lan is already in the Essence Spirit Realm? At least half of the disciples who were defeated were in the realm of art? Tsk, look at this miserable appearance all over the place, I really think it is the Holy Sect that is making trouble in the world! If outsiders know the truth, I don't know if they will laugh off their big teeth!"

Bai Xiugu and Lu Xiangyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly, although Ning Zhenyu's words were mean, they were not bad at all. There are nearly thirty disciples in the World Academy, including one in the Essence Spiritual Realm, one at the peak of the Cultivation Realm, and most of the rest are in the Martial Realm. Not only did they fail to win the siege, but they were beaten by others! And what made them feel even more gloomy was that they were just the realm of insight and skill!

Even if Yang Zhen is on par with him at this moment, in terms of realm, Yang Zhen is even higher than the other party. With a superior advantage, he can't win, and even the Divine Eye can't help the other party, which shows how powerful this Du Chongxiao is!

Only Xuanxiao Zhenren can teach such extraordinary disciples!

"That's it, let's go down, Gonggong Li is afraid he can't wait!" Bai Xiugu sighed lightly, and his figure fell into the middle of the field in a flash. With a wave of his sleeves, Haoran went away magnificently, and immediately separated Du Chongxiao and Yang Zhen, who were fighting in one place.

"Why are you fighting?" Bai Xiugu frowned and asked Du Chongxiao.

"Because the younger generation was greedy for alcohol, I unknowingly got lost, and I strayed into this place and disturbed the white girl!" Du Chongxiao replied with a light bow.

"Xin'er thought that a thief broke into the academy at night, so she set off a bell to warn, but she didn't expect it to be Du Gongzi!" Bai Yuxin said: "This matter should just be a misunderstanding!"

"Since it was a misunderstanding, why didn't you explain it earlier, and now it's such a trouble?" Bai Xiugu's expression was displeased, and his tone became stern.

Bai Yuxin's beautiful eyes were shining with tears, but she didn't dare to argue, she just bowed her head and wept.

"No wonder Senior Sister Bai, it's the disciples who are in a hurry to make a move without asking clearly!" Seeing this situation, several academy disciples couldn't bear to stand up for Bai Yuxin. The rest of the disciples looked at each other, and they seemed to hear Bai Yuxin shouting to stop, but at that time, they were all red-eyed, but no one paid attention!

"You come with me!" asked what was going on, Bai Xiugu no longer hesitated, reached out and grabbed Du Chongxiao's wrist and rose into the air, heading straight to the welcome hall.

"If you have the guts, you will fight three hundred rounds tomorrow!" Yang Zhen shouted towards Du Chongxiao's distant figure. He met the opponent in chess, and this battle was very happy, and at this time he was forcibly separated and had a sense of unfinished, so he invited Du Chongxiao to fight again tomorrow.

"Definitely!" Du Chongxiao's voice also came from afar.

True Dragon City.

In the emperor's bedroom, Emperor Qin looked sick, half sitting and half lying on the dragon bed.

Du Chongxiao stood aside, quietly watching the Lord of Great Qin open the letter with trembling hands.

Emperor Qin read every word very carefully, and at the end, he put the letter aside, sighed and said, "I, I understand!"