Chapter 78. The wooden teenager

As soon as the teenager with a kind smile came on the stage, he waved to the audience below, causing a group of girls to scream. Then he turned his head to look at the dull teenager and said with a smile at the corners of his mouth, "Wood, let's get started."

The dull teenager did not move at all, and there was no expression on his face, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

The kind teenager's name was Wen Fei. At this moment, the smile on his face also showed a pause, which was very embarrassing, but he was soon decontied by him and continued, "I know what you mean."

Then his fan shook gently, and a gust of wind emerged from his fan and blew to the dull teenager. The latter was still unmoved. A quiet slap came out, and the wind immediately dissipated, and even the long sword behind him had not been pulled out.

Wen Fei was not disappointed. He shook the fan again, and a gust of wind rushed to the dull teenager. The sky and the earth were full of strong winds. This wind is not a wind formed by nature. It carries a trace of the meaning of the wind. Although it is extremely light, its power is doubled. Once the warrior is involved, it will be eroded by the ubiquitous wind. In the end, the true blood of the whole body is lost, and it is self-defeated.

The dull young man's gloomy eyes lit up for a moment. The long sword behind him suddenly jumped out of the scabbard, and then formed a sword spirit to protect the surroundings. Although the wind was fierce, it could not break the sword spirit.

There was a trace of play at the corners of Wenfei's mouth. The other party's performance made him start to pay a little attention to it, but that's all. This strength is not enough for him to see!

The fan danced again, and the wind suddenly changed a little. The wind gathered all over the sky and got into one of the winds. The color gradually deepened, and finally formed a black storm. Judging from the energy fluctuation transmitted by the wind, once it was blown by the front, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Only then did a trace of solemnity appear on the dull teenager's face and wait.

"This time, I'll see how you answer it." Wen Fei smiled softly, waved the fan, and the black storm rushed away, crushing the air and everything that could be seen.

The dull teenager, who neither dodged nor defended, made a decision that surprised everyone extremely. He held a long sword and rushed into the whirlpool.

Everyone on the stage was in an uproar. Everyone didn't expect the dull teenager to make such a stupid decision. Everyone thought that he would be seriously injured if he didn't die, and they also despised the dull teenager a little.

Only a few people can see that he did this not to death, but with other intentions.

"Daught up?" When Wen Fei saw the dull teenager rushing into the whirlpool, his face changed, and then smiled softly: "Even if he finds out, this move is not so easy to break. Although this whirlpool is my weakness, it is also the strongest.

As he said, after the dull teenager went in, the whirlpool trembled violently, and then calmed down, as if nothing had happened.

There was a smile on the corners of Wen Fei's mouth. It seemed that the victory was his.

Suddenly, the storm trembled violently again, and then a dazzling light sword came out little by little. The tip of the sword, the body of the sword, the hilt of the sword, knowing that a firm and powerful hand appeared, the storm finally couldn't hold on and collapsed.

Wen Fei's smile froze at the corners of his mouth, and his face turned pale. The storm was closely related to him, and he didn't feel good if this move was broken.

The audience under the stage thought that the dull teenager was going to lose, but they didn't expect to come back to life. It seemed that it was another battle between dragons and tigers.

The dull teenager didn't say a word. He waved the light sword suddenly, and an arc sword light hit Wen Fei.

Wen Fei's dancing fan condensed a whirlwind and swallowed it towards the lightsaber. Unfortunately, the whirlwind only persisted for a moment and collapsed, and the light sword did not diminish.

Wen Fei's face turned pale again, and once again condensed a whirlwind and threw it towards the lightsaber. The lightsaber was like a broken bamboo, breaking all the obstacles, because the blocking light of the whirlwind was slightly dim and fiercely stabbed towards Wen Fei.

Wen Fei bit his silver teeth and endured the blow. His clothes on the surface were broken, revealing the soft clothes inside. The sword light was blocked by this layer of soft clothes, and he could no longer move forward and finally dissipated.

"Pederty armor." Ye Fan saw at a glance that this softness was at least at the level of the prefecture.

"Haha, I have the heirloom armor, Fengshen armor, and I can ignore all the attacks below my status. How can you stand me?" Wen Fei laughed, but there was a trace of aggrievedness in his eyes. This card was originally planned to be kept until the battle with Taber's people, but he was forced out here.

"I thought there was some card. It turned out to be this. It's really rubbish." A young man with a dog's tail grass next to Taborninth said disdainfully.

The rest of the people nodded in agreement, obviously disdainful of Wen Fei.

A trace of surprise flashed in the dull teenager's eyes, but he did not show any depressed expression. He still looked at Wen Fei faintly, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Such eyes made Wen Fei's anger suddenly ignite. The clouds on the surface were light, and the charming smile could no longer be maintained. The fan waved again, forming a whirlwind to kill the dull teenager.

A trace of disdain flashed in the dull teenager's eyes, the sword body was shining, and the sword light was endlessly, ten feet long. In Wen Fei's frightened eyes, he cut down fiercely.

"The first level of status, no!" Wen Fei roared in despair, and the sword light fell from the top of his head, cut to the soles of his feet, and then disappeared, but there were no scars on his body.

"Hahaha, it turned out to be a silver-like wax gun head, which is not good." After the disaster, Wen Fei laughed loudly for the rest of his life.

"Idiot." The young man with the dog's tail grass turned his eyelids and then stopped talking.

Ye Fan also looked at Wen Fei with a smile without saying a word.

The vast majority of the audience under the stage looked at the dull teenager inexplicably. They didn't understand that the power of such a powerful sword was so weak.

The dull teenager took a deep look at Wen Fei, and then turned around and left.

"You?" Wen Fei was stunned, and then suddenly a blood stain came out from the top of his head to the tip of his nose. Without any consciousness, he slowly fell to the ground.

The scene suddenly became deserted... The referee was also stunned there.

"The winner is... Ji Mu. The referee was obviously confused by the twists and turns of the battle, and finally decided that it was the dull teenager who won.

"Ah!!! You bad guy!" Fans of Taiwen Fei's eyes turned red and shouted at the dull teenager, but no one dared to rush up, just looked at Ji Mu angrily.

Ji Mu was indifferent and walked out. Unexpectedly, no one dared to stand in front of him. A road was formed in the field that only he could pass through, and everyone looked at him with a trace of fear.