Chapter 37 This is not called bullying, this is called abuse.

How could Murray have suffered such an anger? His family is not weak. He is the eldest son of the family, and he is also a very potential cultivation. Where is he not supported?

In addition, Murray practiced hard and came to the War College, where he was basically invincible among the first-year students.

Now he is fooled by such a rookie, which Murray can't stand.

"Today, I will trample you under my feet, and I will never be able to raise my head in front of others." Murray gritted his teeth and said coldly.

Zi Yun said with a faint smile, "Just don't kill me."

For this battle, Ziyun has been looking forward to it for a long time, but only fighting in the soul ring, which makes Ziyun feel a little unhappy.

There is no such exciting feeling. Although the punishment reward of the five-point soul is a little distressing, it is not such a real battle after all.

"Ky, let's go in." Murray shouted and jumped into the martial arts arena.

Ziyun just wanted to jump into the martial arts arena, but he felt that his arm was pulled.

Looking back, Lian Xing looked at himself with a worried face, and his eyes were full of complexity.

Ziyun smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Well, can I use your staff?"

Lian Xing was stunned for a moment. She knew that there was no Xuanqi in Ziyun's body, but Ziyun had been transformed into Douqi before.

Now I ask myself for a staff. I don't know what Ziyun means.

Lian Xing quickly came to his senses and handed the staff in his hand to Ziyun.

This wand is a physical wand that Lian Xing has finally raised enough money to buy. It is just a white-level equipment, and it is not a soul equipment. The attack power is not high, and there are no other arcane attributes.

But in Lian Xing's view, this is already the most valuable equipment on his body.

The price of the warlock's soul equipment, especially the magic wand, is very high, and it must be the best with super attack power.

So generally speaking, it would be a very lucky thing for a warlock to have a very good soul equipment.

Zi Yun smiled, took the staff over, took it in his hand and said, "Thank you, sister."

"Well, it's just a broken staff. You can buy fifty gold coins at will." Murray sneered and said, "Your soul equipment will also appear."

Ziyun said with a faint smile, "I don't have the rest of the soul equipment. Well, there is one, but it may not be suitable for use now. I think this staff is very good."

"It turns out that these two are poor people."

"Haha, isn't it funny to practice warlocks without money?"

"A warlock without money can't afford to hurt."

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Lian Xing's smiling face turned red again in the voice of everyone's ridicule and contempt.

She is a woman with strong self-esteem. Otherwise, she would not have practiced so hard to become a top student of the Warlock College, and it is impossible for her to become a member of the hunters with just a wooden staff she bought.

But now, Lian Xing deeply feels the fragility of self-esteem.

No matter how hard you work, your identity will not change. You are a poor child. If you don't have money, you can't have strong soul equipment.

Thinking of this, a burst of grievance surged up in Lian Xing's heart, and tears slowly fell, but he clenched his teeth and didn't let himself cry.

Ziyun stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears on Lian Xing's face, calmly and uncontentious.

"Don't cry. It's not worth crying for such a person." Zi Yun said with a faint smile.

It's like a warm sunshine, entering the heart of Lian Xing and soothing the pain just now.

"I will avenge you." Ziyun said with a smile.

He strode to Murray and said with a sneer, "Let's start."

"I don't know what's alive or dead." Murray saw that Ziyun dared to touch Lian Xing's cheek in public.

The nominal owner of himself has not even moved a finger. How can he not be angry?

"The wind swept through the clouds." Murray shouted loudly.

The whole body flashed with white and yellow soul equipment.

A big orange knife, held in Murray's hand, waving the tiger wind.

It split down on Ziyun's head.

Looking at the force, it didn't look like a small fight, but obviously angry and wanted to chop the purple cloud to death at once.

Although fighting between students is not prohibited in the War Academy, death is not allowed.

"Ah."

Lian Xing, Monk and Lin Chao couldn't recognize and shouted.

Even they may not be able to stop this blow, not to mention Ziyun, a second-hearing person.

However, the next scene made everyone shout again.

It's just that in this shout, it's all stunned.

Ziyun's body was like a willow catkins, floating behind him with Murray's knife spirit.

The body is smooth and full of beauty.

"Is this the warlock's combat skill?" A man standing next to Munch said in surprise.

"Do you care?" Monk shouted.

"What did you say?" The man was wearing a long purple dress, tiger eyes and sword eyebrows, a square face, and a majestic face.

"Do I say you care?" Monk shouted and said.

Lin Chao saw that the man's identity and strength was unusual. He pulled Ramonke's arm and didn't let the one-stringed Monk speak again.

"Wo." Murray couldn't hit it. He moved with the knife and chased Ziyun to kill.

"Good." People around me shouted hello.

The strength of the three realms can be cultivated into such a hand, which is not an easy strength.

From this, it can also be seen that Murray's strength is indeed extraordinary.

"Kill." Murray shouted loudly, and his body turned around. He clenched his big knife in both hands and turned towards Ziyun.

"Spin dance chopping, third-order combat skills." Monk shouted worriedly.

"Spinwuzhan can not only kill effectively, but also improve your speed to the greatest extent. It seems that your little brother is in danger." The man in purple standing next to Monk said with a smile.

"Do you need it?" Monk said angrily.

"Don't pay attention to this person and see how Ziyun is free." Lin Chao said to Monk.

Monk stared at the man in purple angrily, and then looked at Ziyun with a worried face.

"This person? Isn't it..." Lian Xing took a look at the man in purple and thought of it in surprise, but now he couldn't remember his name for a moment. He looked at Ziyun with a worried face, afraid that Ziyun would be in danger.

Zi Yun couldn't help frowning and thinking that he seemed to underestimate the power of the world's combat skills, and even down on Murray.

The body remained unchanged, and Ziyun suddenly kicked his left foot towards his right foot.

With the help of his body, he used Ling Yun's combat skills. His body straightened up three feet. With a clear shout, his body suddenly fell down. His feet happened to be on Murray's head, and then he flipped back and landed steadily.

Although there was no damage to Murray this time, on the one was to avoid Murray's whirl dance, and on the other, his feet were on Murray's head. Although it was not lethal, it disrupted Murray's original hair and scattered on his shoulders.

People around him shouted loudly, but they didn't expect that Ziyun could avoid Murray's whirlwind chopping like this. He was smooth and unrestrained.

Murray's face turned red, his eyes were red, and it was a shame. It can be said that this was the biggest shame Murray had ever encountered in his life.

"Ah..." Murray roared and rushed to Ziyun.

Ziyun hurriedly retreated, dodged Murray's attack, and ran around the martial arts arena with Ling Yun's combat skills to avoid Murray's attack.

"Don't run, I'm going to kill you." Murray has now been enraged and wants to step on Ziyun under his feet and kill Ziyun.

The humiliation you have received must be sent back to Ziyun intact, so that Ziyun can also experience it.

One runs fast, and the other chases quickly.

The two of them ran all over the martial arts arena like this.

"This, what kind of play is this?"

"I haven't seen it."

"If you can't, come out, save shame."

"That's right, it's really a shame for the warlock, haha."

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In this world, honor represents everything, and shame also represents everything.

Now it seems that Ziyun has been attributed to the category of shame.

Monk originally wanted to scold everyone, but he couldn't stop other people, and it was indeed Ziyun running away. Although he was handsome, he was still running away.

I don't even have the courage to fight a war, which can only be laughed at by others.

"Oh." Monk could only sigh and dare not say more.

"Does Ziyun want to consume Murray's physical strength?" Lin Chao said doubtfully.

"If so, Ziyun will be defeated. After all, Murray is a practicing warrior, and his physical strength is longer than Ziyun." The man in purple said with a faint smile.

"You, are you from Fenglan City?" Lian Xing suddenly remembered who this person was.

The pride of the second-grade warrior college, Fenglan City, the battle has never failed.

A worshipful character.

"Ha ha, I didn't expect you to recognize me." Fenglancheng smiled and said.

"The name of the woman." Monk curled his lips and said.

Although Fenglan City is well-cultivated, he can't help but feel angry when he is despised by Monk over and over again.

Reaching out and patting Monk's shoulder and saying, "Brother, you should know what to say and what not to say."

Although these two times looked simple and casual, they made Monk shake all over, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his spirit was depressed.

Lin Chao and Lian Xing were shocked and angry, but now is not the time to be angry.

Ziyun has now slowed down. He waved the staff in his hand from time to time and frowned from time to time. He didn't know what Ziyun was thinking.

"You cowardly man." Although Murray has a long physical strength, he has never learned light combat skills such as flying.

"Haha, all right." Ziyun suddenly laughed.

An evil smile rose from the corners of his mouth.

The speed of the body does not decrease, and continue to rush forward.

Murray had to continue to catch up. In fact, Murray didn't want to catch up for a long time, but now he can't catch up.

"Puff."

"Ah."

Three ground thorns emerged at Murray's feet without warning, running through the instep of Murray's feet.

Fortunately, Murray reacted quickly and fell to the right with severe pain, and the ground thorn did not penetrate Murray's thigh.

Ziyun, who was running in front of him, looked back at Murray, smiled, ran back, and kicked Murray's face.

One foot, two feet···

"I'm going to kill you..."

"Kill you..."

"Kill...you"

"Kill... Ah..."

Murray could have shouted, but in the end he could only scream loudly, and tears filled his whole face.

This is not a shame, this is a shame.

Pain and shame made Murray cry.