Duan is strong, but no matter how strong he is, he can't go against the heaven. Gu Fenghua is now a strong man in the holy land, and he also condenses a pearl of Holy Spirit, which is quite different from those pseudo natures who are forced to be promoted. Naturally, he doesn't have to be afraid of Duan. Of course, most people who think so do not know Duan's true identity.
"Are you a disciple of Yiyuan academy?" Along with people's eyes, Duan Yiyi looks at Gu Fenghua. His cold eyes are full of hatred, which has been accumulated by Duan family for thousands of years.
"Not bad!" Gu Fenghua has no fear of looking directly at Duan Yi and flying directly to the stage.
When the man turned Duan Yi Yi's spearhead to Yiyuan academy, she knew that this battle was inevitable. Instead of letting Duan Yi Yi humiliate Yiyuan academy and then fight, she had better take the initiative to fight.
In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that she was going to the holy tomb to repair the array base in three days, and she didn't want to make trouble at this time, she would have done it long ago.
"Well, well, you still have some courage. If it's normal, I may leave you some face, but unfortunately, who made you a disciple of Yiyuan academy?" Duan Yi Yi said with a gloomy face.
Seeing Gu Fenghua's beautiful face, his heart moved slightly. However, thinking of the humiliation suffered by the Duan family for thousands of years, how could he have any pity for jade.
"I believe that your grandparent also said that Gu Fenghua gave a faint smile.
Although Duan Yi was calm, it was not difficult for Gu Fenghua to see his hatred from his gloomy eyes.
Although this guy looks as arrogant and arrogant as Hua Mingyu on the surface, when it comes to scheming, Duan Yiyi doesn't know how much better he is than him. Gu Fenghua never believes that if he chooses to give in, he will let him wash away the shame of his family.
People live with a face, and trees live with a skin. The stronger the cultivation, the more concerned about face. This is especially true for those holy masters who have passed on for a long time. Gu Fenghua believes that if he doesn't go to jihadi, Duan Yiyi may choose to be patient, but since he goes to jihadi, he will never fall in love.
In that case, why should she give him a false answer and make him angry? In fact, it's better for her.
"What's your name!" Gu Fenghua's mind didn't cost, when he heard this sentence, Duan Yiyi's expression sank fiercely, almost gnashing his teeth.
"One yuan academy, Gu Fenghua." Gu Fenghua said with a natural air.
"Gu Fenghua, right? Soon you'll know what it means that misfortune comes from the mouth. Today, I'll make you a total failure and beg for mercy from me." Duan Yi licked his lips. Because of the extremely repressed anger, the eyes are a little red.
"Just like your grandparents did?" Gu Fenghua raised his eyebrows and said contemptuously, "I believe he must have said this sentence in those years, but he certainly didn't expect that it would fall on him."
"To die!" Although Gu Fenghua didn't say much, it was like a sharp knife, which stabbed Duan at the bottom of his heart. It was also the pain that Duan had been unable to heal for thousands of years, and he finally burst into a rage.
The disciples of the Academy looked at Gu Fenghua in surprise, and then found that, despite Gu's delicate and beautiful appearance, he was as simple and gentle as a little white flower, but he was so venomous when he wanted to fight.
Knowing that there was no advantage in talking to Gu Fenghua, Duan Yi didn't say any more. With that roar, the sword came straight to his face.