Chapter 789 : Step Over!

Wang Haoran grinned. One hand firmly grabbed chen bing's fist that had already reached his abdomen. The other big hand grabbed lu ziwei's ankle. Both hands slammed them together.

Two heads made a muffled noise and almost passed out at the same time.

"Too weak!"

What was even more unacceptable to everyone was that Wang Haoran never moved his legs, not even taking a step back.

If we were to say that wang Hao Ran had attacked, then what was this time?

No one dared to belittle the big fool in front of them. These four people were not seriously injured, but was the battle over too soon?

"Master, I didn't embarrass you!" Wang Haoran ran back to Qin Kun and said, "They are really too weak. They don't seem to be any better than ordinary people."

Qin Kun took a cold look at Wang Haoran, who immediately shrank his head.

"You can let the late zhou tian up, or two!"

"What did you say?" Guan yin looked at Qin Kun with confusion and confusion, although he admitted that the young man was already very strong at the same level!

But the other party actually asked him to send out the late zhou tian warrior? One must know that for a martial artist, there is a huge gap between each level!

Even in the ancient martial arts world, only a few evildoers from the upper three families would have the ability to fight over the ranks!

Wang Haoran's hands were itching a little, and with the fact that all the students had been dealt with by him, even he felt that he was too good to leave...

"Didn't you hear me clearly?"

In the next hour, eleven students had already been carried out, and delicate beads of sweat appeared on Wang Haoran's forehead.

There was a bloody scratch on his stout arm, and his skin was torn open, but Wang Haoran did not pay attention to the wound on his arm at the moment. Instead, he stared at the young man in front of him with a serious expression.

After a round of fighting, even he felt a little unbearable, from the middle of zhou tian, to the later stage, to the peak of today's zhou tian!

Even though he was born with divine power, he felt that his power was not enough, and the people in front of him were more cunning than those before him.

He won with strength, and the other side chose to swim very cleverly, not giving him any chance to get close to him at all. In addition, his cultivation was two levels higher than Wang Haoran's. If it consumed internal force, Wang Haoran was really not the other side's opponent!

"Broken!" The young man's fingers clawed, leaving three deep and shallow wounds on Wang Haoran's back.

Xiong Xiong couldn't stand it any longer. Just as she was about to rush up, Qin Kun grabbed her collar and threw it behind her, "No one is allowed to go there without my permission!"

"But, he, he..." Xiong Xiong looked at Wang Haoran worriedly. Although they couldn't be together, Wang Haoran was by his side to comfort him when he thought of Qin Kun. It could be said that she had already regarded Wang Haoran as her friend.

Now that he had been suppressed, his heart was almost in his throat!

"He won't lose!" Qin Kun looked at Wang Haoran's back all the time. The opponent's attack was so strong that even the bricks would be crushed!

With the other party's sharp nails, each time Wang Haoran's body can leave a different depth of wounds, in just ten minutes, Wang Haoran's clothes have been almost scratched into strips of cloth.

Even if Wang Haoran lost, Qin Kun was not surprised that the other side was indeed much better than wang Hao Ran. In fact, it was not that Wang Haoran was not powerless in a battle, but that the other side's actual combat experience was above him!

The reason why he brought wang Hao Ran here was to let him improve his actual combat ability. After all, it was difficult to find an opponent similar to Wang Haoran to fight.

That's why he came up with the idea of kicking the gym to train Wang Haoran so that he could adapt to the rhythm of the battle faster. Otherwise, even if his cultivation was high, his strength was great, and in front of the strong, he might not even be considered as a decoration...

"You lost!" The young man's body was moving very fast. In his opinion, Wang Haoran was just struggling to the death. This was also called sparring. If they were to fight, he would have already scratched each other's throat!

"I didn't lose!" Wang Haoran let out a low roar, and his tall figure crashed into the young man like Tank.

The young man tapped Wang Haoran's shoulder with the tip of his foot and quickly distanced himself from Wang Haoran with that powerful force.

"Stubborn!"

Wang Haoran stomped to the ground. His strong body jumped up three meters and two huge fists went straight for the young man.

"Boom!" Everyone felt the ground shaking. Although it was very small, everyone felt it. What kind of terrifying power was this?

The young man also felt the vibration and his steps became a little messy. Just as he was about to leave Wang Haoran's attack range, the young man's ankles were suddenly caught.

Everyone felt their hearts being squeezed together by Wang Haoran. The next second, the young man's body was heavily smashed to the ground by Wang Haoran. Guan Yin did not expect the situation to develop so steadily. Before he could stop, the young man had been thrown to the ground again.

When the young man was thrown to vomit blood for the third time, Guan Yin hurriedly shouted, "Stop, we admit defeat!"

Wang Haoran raised his head and threw the young man in his hand at the crowd of the students. In an instant, he hit a large area of the students.

Guan Yin quickly checked the young man's condition and his face was very gloomy. The young man was an excellent student under him, and in one year, or even half a year, he had the opportunity to attack the realm of the great zhou tian!

But now that Wang Haoran had fallen into a serious injury and multiple broken bones, not to mention the great zhou tian realm, whether he could stabilize the current realm was a problem...

"Put this on the wound." Qin Kun threw a jade bottle to Wang Haoran and said, "Let's go."

"Stop!" Guan Yin put down the young man on the ground and said with a gloomy face, "We agreed that it was just a sparring, but you guys actually hit so hard! Let's go now, where is our Guan family martial arts center?"

Qin Kun just gave Guan Yin a cold look. Guan Yin felt a mountain pressing on his chest. His throat was sweet and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Qin Kun in shock!

How could it be? What kind of power was that just now? It was just a look that made him feel the urge to kneel down. Even when facing their clan leader, he had never felt this way!

And Qin Kun was only targeting Guan Yin this time, so the others didn't feel anything wrong. In their opinion, their coach was more likely to be spitting blood out of anger...

Some young students saw that their head coach was spitting out blood, all red eyes, rushed up to fight with Qin Kun and others!