Chapter 87 Yang Wei

Second update...

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"Haha, since you have agreed, please move to the rehearsal ground of this hall, and the competition will be held there, so that the group of non-editary disciples can learn more!" Elder Lv laughed. Niu Batong, Dong Hua and others naturally agreed. After all, the cultivation of the refining period can't fly freely, and they can't play a good level when fighting. A group of people flew towards Chiyan Peak. Niu Batong took out a small gold circle and handed it to Dong Hua. Dong Hua's eyes lit up and put the gold circle into the storage bag, which increased his confidence a little more. Niu Batong said with a cold face, "This fight is related to the voice of this sect. If you lose... hum." Dong's body trembled and said in panic, "Niu Elder, Dong Hua will definitely do his best and will never let the master lose face!"

Niu Batong's face was a little good-looking, and his tone was relieved: "Well, behave well. With the Fuhu King Kong circle I gave you, it is not difficult to defeat Ye Jun. If there is a chance..." Niu Baitong made a knife gesture. Ye Jun, a boy, has such a cultivation at a young age, and may become a young man in the future. The first person of the generation, it is in the interests of Lian Xingzong to get rid of him.

A group of people soon came to the place where the disciples outside the door practiced their skills. The news of Ye Jun, who had just returned from missing, against Dong Hua, an elite disciple of Lian Xingzong, spread all over the Red Rock Peak like wings. The disciples, the steward, even the aunts who cooked in the canteen and the uncles who swept the floor flocked to stuff the drill field. Finally, they had to change the competition to the square outside the main hall of the Yanhun Hall. A group of disciples outside the door were allowed to go as an exception.

The square outside the Yanhun Hall is full of people. I'm afraid everyone is there. It's very lively, several times more lively than the entrance. As a bet, many people have never even seen the spiritual weapon. This time, it is a blessing for the eyes. What's more, it is Ye Jun, the young star of the young generation of the Yanhun Hall. I heard that this man is handsome and handsome, and the jade tree is in the wind. He arched the two of the seven beauities. Everyone scrambled to see Ye Jun's style.

"Jun'er, are you sure?" The strange old man asked with a spring breeze, and Ye Jun nodded slightly. As soon as Elder Liu stroked his beard, the old god said, "Ye boy, don't beat Dong Hua too badly. Just break your hand and leg!"

"Hmm! It doesn't matter if your nose collapses!" Elder Lu said funnyly. Yan Tong coughed gently and said with a straight face, "Don't hurt Lian Xingzong's face too much. Just defeat Dong Hua!" Ye Jun was speechless. This class of "bigwigs" didn't seem to worry about losing at all. Ye Jun gave Rong Rong, who was asleep in her arms, to Yan Yuner to hold her. Shi Shi Ran walked to the middle of the scene, instantly attracting a wave of cheers. Dong Hua walked in with a gloomy face. The cheers and cheers of more than 30 Lian Xingzong disciples were submerged in the shouts of thousands of disciples in the Yanhun Hall. There was nothing he could do. Who called you an away game!

Ye Jun arched his hand and smiled, "Brother Dong, please!" Dong Hua was not polite. As soon as he shook his hand, a nine-section long whip came out, which was also a spiritual weapon, but there was only one product, which should come from the hand of Mo Yi, the chief refiner of Lian Xingzong.

Peng, the red lotus flame hung in front of his chest in an instant. Dong Huachen shouted, and the nine-section whip swept to Ye Jun like a viper. Ye Jun's figure flashed and disappeared in place. The next moment, he appeared on Donghua's side. To deal with this tricky magic weapon, he had to attack him closely. Ye Jun lightly stabbed Dong Hua with a sword. Dong Hua only felt the tip of the sword in front of him, and the awe-inspiring sword spirit rushed straight to his eyebrows. His heart was big, and he jumped back quickly. The long whip rolled down directly to Ye Jun's heart. Ye Jun looked back like an eye on his back. He looked back at the whip in the point, and his spiritual power and angle were controlled very accurately. The disciples of the Yan Soul Hall cheered one after another, and the strange old man nodded slightly. He hadn't seen him for a few months. This boy not only made great progress in spiritual cultivation, but also made great progress in swordsmanship. Yan Yuner held the sleeping Rongrong and looked at Ye Jun, who was waving freely. This stinky guy has made progress again. He doesn't know how to practice. Now he must not be able to beat him. He thought that he was a rookie who had just come to the Yan Soul Hall and was bullied by himself. Now he can fight with the elite disciples of Lian Xingzong. It's the same. I heard that Donghua has the sixth level of refining god.

In the field, the two have fought hundreds of moves. Ye Jun looked leisurely and self-sipated, flexibly and lightly flashed in the shadow of heavy whips. Dong Hua's nine-section whip was shining, the wind was blowing, and his spiritual power was turbulent. Every whip on the ground was full of stone crumbs, which was amazing. At a glance, I naturally felt that Dong Hua had the absolute upper hand. He forced Ye Jun to dodge. Without any strength to counter, even the disciples of Xingzong raised their eyebrows and applauded one by one. Dong Huajie knows that he is suffering. Such a powerful and domineering move looks very majestic, but his spiritual power is consumed like water, and the other party still looks comfortable, and in the end, it is himself who suffers.

Yan Tong and others looked at the field with a smile. Niu Batong's face was as gloomy as the bottom of the pot. This Dong Hua is really useless. The most taboo thing to make the whip is to take a powerful road. The flexibility and tricky whip is actually discarded. It's really stupid.

"Jun'er, when are you going to play? Wait for it to be dark!" The old man shouted impatiently. Ye Jun roared cooperatively and gave the old man face: "Yes, master!" The red flame in his hand was shining brightly, and he turned upside down several times. A deep sword overflowed, and the body turned faster and faster. A red vortex formed in the air, and an amazing curtain appeared.

The red whirlpool rolled towards Dong Hua, and Ye Junli shouted, "Brother Dong, you'd better avoid it!"

Niu Batong was shocked. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that this move was the brighter red star hidden in the whirlpool, and the vertical and horizontal sword spirit was just a little sword meaning that overflowed out. Niu Ba shouted in pain: "Dong Hua quickly get out of the way! Don't fight hard!"

Dong Hua panicked, and the long whip rolled to the whirlpool like a poisonous snake spitting a letter. This was miserable. The long whip was rolled by the whirlpool, and Dong Hua was whipped up by the whirlpool and went straight to the red star in the middle of the whirlpool. Ah! Someone exclaimed, and saw that Dong Hua was about to be torn to pieces by the whirlpool. Suddenly, the golden light rose, and the people present couldn't open their eyes. A golden ring instantly enlarged and rotated at high speed and crashed into the red vortex.

Boom! Oo Oo! Ah! Ding Ding Ding...

A broken arm flew into the air with blood. Dong Hua covered his blood-seeming right shoulder and rolled out of the ground and finally saved his life. The Fuhu golden aperture was cut into several pieces by the sharp sword and fell to the ground, and it was like a bead falling jade plate. Ye Jun's figure was exposed in the red whirlpool. This move was realized by him from the Nine Ghost Tigers that day. He had not tried it. Unexpectedly, it was so powerful that he was a little daze.

Quiet! Absolutely quiet! If the big square is silent, it's so shocking!

"Brother Ye!! Brother Ye!!! ..." There was a tide of cheers. Niu Batong was stunned. His Fuhu golden aperture was cut into countless pieces by him, and a chill surged from his heart. At such a young age, he had such a pure sword spirit. It would become a big trouble in the future, and a murderous intention surged into his heart. He rushed to Ye Jun like a phantom and shouted, "The younger generation dares to hurt my disciple Lian Xingzong. Take my life!" The speed is like lightning.

The strange old man and others shouted angrily and wanted to rescue it too late. Niu Batong's palm was imprinted on Ye Jun's back. If this palm was stamped, Ye Jun's internal organs must be broken into a pile of mud.

Ah! Yan Yuner exclaimed, and saw that she was about to slap Ye Jun, huh! With a soft sound, Niu Batong screamed and flew away. His palms were bloody, his thumb and index finger were cut off, and his eyes stared at Ye Jun in horror. At this time, the strange old man, Fatty Lu and Elder Liu had rushed to Ye Jun's side and were stunned. Such a result was really unexpected, and two fingers disappeared from the sneak attack. Ye Jun was also at a loss. What on earth happened?

"Haha, it's so shameless that he sneaked on the younger generation and lost two fingers! It's ridiculous!" Fatty Lu patted his bald head and laughed. The disciples of the Yanhun Hall stared at the people of Lian Xingzong angrily, and everyone pressed the magic weapon. As long as they dared to move a little, the magic weapon would fly together and bombard them into scum.

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