Chapter 8

"Tiger brother is going to be on!"

Listening to Guo Fengxing's words, people immediately looked and cheered, and their eyebrows were filled with excitement.

Shi Hu, the fourth level martial artist, is the second in the class.

There's no problem with him in this game.

The stone tiger snorted, his chin was raised high, his face was proud, and he jumped directly onto the competition platform. In his eyes, there is a thick disdain.

It's no wonder that Chen Sheng is a grade behind him. It's not challenging for such people to be opponents.

Seeing the stone tiger, Chen Sheng shivered for a moment, and his small eyes were obviously afraid.

Obviously, he has heard of stone tiger.

"Guo Mr. Guo, can I abstain? " Chen Sheng swallows saliva, looked at eye Guo fashionable, some worry asks a way.

Hearing this, the third class immediately exploded.

"Fat man, what are you talking about?"

"Yes, do you want to work in class three?"

"Don't talk, just do it!"

A group of people in class three immediately yelled.

Stone tiger also sneered and said, "dead fat pig, are you afraid? If you're afraid, get out of here. Are you a bunch of cowards in class three? "

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" The students in class one burst into laughter.

Hearing this, Chen Sheng's face was a little ugly at the moment, but at the moment so many people were looking at him, he had to shoot.

Chen Sheng's "Whoa Yaya" strange cry, that is, he bravely rushed out.

See this scene, Yang dust shook his head, take back his eyes, there is no desire to look down. Morale is particularly important when the two sides are fighting. Chen Sheng has already shown his timidity before fighting. Let's not look at the result of the game.

Sure enough --

"bang"!

Within five minutes, a figure flew out of the competition platform, and Chen Sheng's fat body rolled down and screamed on the ground. His face, knees and palms were all abraded, exuding bright red blood, looking extremely embarrassed.

It's five minutes, and it's up to you.

That's the difference between grades.

And in everything, all in the expectation of Yang Chen.

"Second scene, stone tiger wins!" Guo Fengxing had a high drink, and there was a burst of voice from the first class.

Next, Shi Hu is like the God of war, constantly defeating the students of class three and winning seven or eight games in a row. The momentum of class 3 is getting weaker and weaker, while the voice of class 1 is getting louder and louder.

However, this situation did not last long, until a proud young man came up from class three.

The young man was dressed in a white shirt with a long sword on his back. He was elegant and handsome.

After he came up, he was just a foot -

the stone tiger flew directly out of the ground, and his body was heavily bombarded on the ground, ending his seven consecutive victories.

"Wu Jing!" In the crowd, exclamations broke out immediately.

"Wu Jing is so handsome!"

"That's right. You kick that tiger away with one kick. It's so handsome!"

In the crowd, almost all the girls were startled, their eyes turned into love and showed their love to the white clad boy. Even Yang Chen's side, some girls began to add oil for the boy.

In a flash, he overshadowed everyone else.

"Wu Jing?" Yang Chen squinted and thought flashed in his eyes.

Wu Jing, the first day of class three, is a martial arts player of level five. He is very strong and can be ranked in the top five even in the whole grade.

In terms of strength, maybe Ling Yuyao is not his opponent.

"No wonder he can kick the stone tiger." Yang Chen squinted and chuckled.

On the competition stage, Wu Jing glanced at the stone tiger on the ground and sneered: "what stone tiger? I think it should be called stone dog. Is this the kind of person in your class? "

Hearing this, the boys in class one have a bad look. However, due to Wu Jing's strength, they dare not speak out.

"Why, not convinced?" Wu Jing gave a faint smile, then touched his sword behind him, and said, "to deal with you, I don't even need to pull out my sword."

"Ah! How handsome

"It's Wu Jing who speaks with such vigour."

"Yes, it's so handsome! Wu Jing is the best

A group of girls, immediately crying.

"Sword?" Guo Fengxing frowned and looked at Mr. Tan beside him and said, "Mr. Tan, I heard that Wu Jing is from the imperial warrior Association. Is the sword behind him really a frightening evil sword?"

Mr. Tan said with a smile: "although the members of the martial arts association can cultivate the Jingxie sword spectrum, this is not a Jingxie sword, but an ordinary sword. The real Jingxie sword is on the side of the association president."

"President Mr. Wu? " Guo Feng was so surprised that he said, "in this case, Wu Jing belongs to the elder Wu..."

"Yes, Wu Jing is the grandson of old Wu." Mr. Tan nodded and said, "as a descendant of old Wu, Wu Jing's Jingxie sword spectrum can be said to be the best used among the younger generation. Even in the martial arts association, there are few more powerful than him. If you can lose under Wu Jing, Shi Hu won't lose. "Hearing this, Guo Fengxing grinned bitterly and nodded, which was acquiescence.

Of course, he knew the horror of Jingxie sword.

At that time, Wu Shanhe, the grandfather of Wujing, created the Jingxie sword spectrum by himself, and became the strongest one in the empire within a thousand years, shaking the government and the public.

Under the frightening evil sword, the strong of Wuzong should also retreat.

With this sword, Wu Shanhe cut off the title of president of the martial arts association.

Now, although Wu Shanhe is old, no one dares to disrespect Wu Shanhe. Even the emperor of Qingfeng empire is close to him, he should also call each other an elder.

"I didn't expect to see the descendant of Jingxie sword spectrum today. It seems that this friendship competition is right." Guo Fengxing took a deep breath and sighed.

"Mr. Guo, I'm afraid your wish will fail." Mr. Tan shook his head and said with a smile, "don't say it's you. Even I've never seen Wu Jing pull out his sword, let alone use the Jingxie sword spectrum! You may be disappointed today

"Why?" Guo Feng is curious.

"Because no one has ever been able to force him out of the sword!" Teacher Tan said faintly: "in Wu Jing's opinion, these people are not worth his sword!"

……

On the stage of competition, Wu Jing stood up with his hands down and was invincible.

As if at this moment, he has become the center of the world.

"Jingxie sword spectrum..."

In the crowd, Yang Chen murmured, his face gushed with reminiscence.

Many memories, all in this moment are linked up.

A long time ago, Yang Chen once saved a little boy. The little boy liked to practice martial arts. Yang Chen taught him a set of sword techniques.

Later, many years passed.

Yang Chen often heard about the boy's deeds when he was traveling in the mainland.

It is said that he has become a peerless swordsman

With a sword, chivalry and justice

The skill he used was exactly the sword technique taught by Yang Chen.

"I didn't expect that kid was still alive?" Yang dust mouth slightly Yang, eyes gush out a little warmth.

But

At that time, the old friend had already changed things. Little fart boy was no longer a little fart child. He was not the one who quarreled to hold Yang Chen in his arms and always liked to put his nose on his lips.

It's just that Yang Chen didn't expect

At the beginning, he taught swordsmanship only so that the little boy could have more self-defense measures and would not be bullied in the future. However, he did not expect that his unintentional move has made a legend in the future.

Perhaps, this is the fate of people.

……

"Ling Yuyao!"

Guo Feng walked up and said, "next time, you are against Wu Jing!"

As soon as the voice fell, a pure figure immediately came out of the crowd, stepping on the lotus step, the delicate body leaped, and fell gently on the high platform.

The girl's face was calm, and her delicate face was full of seriousness.

"Is Ling Yuyao on the stage?"

"It's going to be a good show."

"Ling Yuyao is the best in our class. I don't know who is better than Wu Jing?"

Yang Chen raised his head, but this curiosity is not because of Ling Yuyao or Wu Jing.

It's Jingxie sword spectrum.

He wanted to know whether his sword skills had declined after 80000 years?

With Guo Fengxing's command, Ling Yuyao and Wu Jing rush to each other instantly.

Ling Yuyao's two palms and five fingers are close together, and her spiritual power fluctuates, and the light blue light covers her. She takes a picture of her opposite Wu Jing:

"double wave palm!"

The palm wind is like a sea wave, shaking up a series of waves and twisting the air.

However, Wu Jing did not hide from this one, but directly attacked him with the same hand:

"paishanzhang"

Peng!

When the two palms collided, the shock force immediately came. Wu Jing only stepped back two steps, but Ling Yuyao, on the other hand, took seven or eight steps to stabilize her body.

"Little girl, can't you? How soft is this palm? " Wu Jing sneered and said scornfully.

Hearing this, Ling Yuyao's face changed and her small face became angry. She immediately rushed up and wrestled with Wu Jing.

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen shook his head and knew the result in his heart.

Although Ling Yuyao and Wu Jing are of the same level, the former is only a girl. Both strength and speed are far behind each other. What's more, Wu Jing is a member of the martial arts association and has been strictly trained since childhood.

This time, Ling Yuyao will be defeated!

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Ling Yuyao's steps to become disordered, and her palms began to lose rhythm. The little girl's face turned red and her forehead sweated.

Wu Jing backhanded, Ling Yuyao directly fell to the ground, fell down the competition platform.

"I lost..." Ling Yuyao bit her teeth and said reluctantly.Hearing this, Yang Chen's students are all pale.

"It's over. Even Ling Yuyao has lost. Who else is his opponent?" One student said with a wry smile.

Other people are also hopeless, can not help but show despair.

Even the strongest person in the class has lost, who is still his opponent?

"Ha ha, Mr. Guo, I'm sorry. It seems that the champion this time is our class three." Mr. Tan helped his eyes and said with a smile.

Guo Fengxing's face is also a little ugly, stuffy way: "next, on Liu Shan!"

"Ah? I I'll do it? " A small student shivered, some afraid of the road.

"If you want to, you can do it. How can you talk so much nonsense? Want to be punished for running on the playground? " Guo Fengxing glared at him.

Hearing this, the student swallows saliva, can only harden the scalp.

However, he did not even support two moves, so he was kicked by Wu Jing.

"Next, Jiangyuan!"

Bang!

One kick

"Gu Dong!"

Bang!

One kick

"Taocheng!"

……

More than a dozen people in a row had the same ending. They didn't even insist on Ling Yuyao half of the time, so they were kicked out of office by Wu Jing.

Wu Jing is like the God of war, as if as long as he stands here, class three will not lose, and class one will never turn over

"Is that all you have?" Wu Jing sneered and said, "it seems that the so-called class one is just like this. I don't even have the strength to force me to pull out my sword?"

"That's it

The students in class three also followed suit.

Yang Chen's side, all the students are ugly face incomparable, the eyes appear to be bent.

Although they are unhappy, they can't say anything. After all, they really lost today.

And it's a total loss!

"Alas." Wu Jing shook his head and said with some dullness: "I thought I could meet some interesting people today, but I didn't think it was all this kind of stuff? I don't know how you got into star college with your strength? "

Wu Jing sneered and looked scornful.

"Wu Jingge, there are still some people in their class who have not appeared!" Just then, a voice suddenly came.

As soon as this was said, it was not only Wu Jing's people who were stunned, but also the students in class one.

"Is there anyone else in our class who doesn't show up? Who is it? "

"Yes, I remember coming out!"

"No matter who he is? Even Ling Yuyao lost. Do you think anyone else can deal with Wu Jing? "

On the stage, Wu Jing frowned and said, "is there anyone else who hasn't been on the stage? Who is it? "

"Wu Jingge, that's him!" I saw a teenager suddenly called and pointed to the opposite crowd.

And he pointed to the place, sitting a proud figure.

"Yang Chen?" Ling Yuyao's heart beat slightly.

Isn't this man Yang Chen?

"I wipe, you don't say, it seems that Yang Chen really didn't play?"

"You idiot? What if this kind of thing is on the court

"It's just a waste. What's the difference between playing or not?"

Even the students in Yang Chen's own class are not very optimistic about Yang Chen.

Wu Jing seriously looked at the youth who stepped down.

Ordinary appearance, ordinary clothes, head to toe, there is no trace of a strong breath.

It seems that it is also a common product

Wu Jing is a little boring. He hooked his finger to Yang Chen and said, "come on, let me beat you quickly, so that we can finish this boring game quickly."

Under the stage, it seems that hearing Wu Jing's words, Yang Chen raised his eyelids, and his face showed a faint smile:

"are you sure you want to fight me?"

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