Chapter 295

A month is too short for Zifeng. Let alone the challenge of kunbang's strong, Zifeng has not yet gone to the "dragon Qi wall" and "Jiaolong abyss", which are known as the fastest places for cultivation in Haoran college. Among them, the "dragon's abyss" is divided into nine layers. In each layer, there are different spirit beasts. Most of them are ugly and ferocious. The lower you go, the higher the level of the spirit beast will be and more difficult to deal with. That's where you sharpen your skills.

Compared with the "dragon's abyss", the Dragon Qi wall appears to be sparsely populated. There are not many martial artists standing on the Tongtian step, but all the people who go there are leaders of Haoran college.

Thinking, Zifeng passed through a clump of luxuriant grass path and was about to enter the woods in front of him. Suddenly, a fist shadow came from the left. It was fast and cruel. It seemed that he had been waiting here for a long time.

One dodged and Zifeng hurriedly hid to one side. He didn't want to stop. A palm wind came from the other direction behind him!

"Rub" suddenly burst into an unknown anger in his chest. The ink knife was in his hand and didn't dodge. Sheng Sheng held the strong palm wind, "who! Get out of here! " With a violent drink, the mental power spread around in an instant.

Ten feet in the grass on the left, twenty feet behind! There was an ambush, and more than a dozen talismans were thrown out in an instant. In a burst of explosion, smoke billowed, and Zifeng's figure disappeared for a moment.

"Where are the people! Asshole! " Wu Lang shouted and jumped out of the grass, followed by three people.

Three people also came out of the grass in the rear, all arranged by Wu Lang in advance. Since the cangyue said yesterday, if Zifeng couldn't get the reward in the library before sunset, everything would be in vain. Wu Lang doesn't mind a small block, as long as it can cause trouble to Wu Zifeng.

By staying at Haoran College for one year, Wu Lang was able to call a group of brothers in a very short time.

"Er Shao, where are the people? Why is it missing? " The young man with a powdery face, headed by the rear, asked anxiously. At a glance, he was immersed in the wine Sheng Xiao for a long time.

It just seems that Wu Lang didn't realize from beginning to end that it was not because he was afraid of Wu Lang's identity that he bowed down in Zifeng, Qingyun town. The identity of the second junior of Wu's family is just the same title as a cat and a dog to Zifeng.

What's more, in Haoran college, no one must be protecting him

The figure of "bang" fell from the sky and fell on the solid earth. The towering anger gushed out at the sight of the attacker!

"Oh, I really don't have eyes. I thought I ran away. It's just a freshman. Brothers, cut him down!" A tall young man behind Wu Lang shouted loudly, waved his huge fist and rushed up to Zifeng.

It's ridiculous. Zifeng didn't know that he defeated the strong kunbang as a freshman yesterday. Presumably, only Wu Lang knew it, but from Wu Lang's cunning eyes, he must have not told others.

Wearing a white robe, it gently blows in the breeze. When the robe rises and wants to fall, close the fist, accumulate strength, punch out, and take off with a set of consistent movements.

Facing the tall boy of the other party, the fist wrapped by vitality greeted him in a more ferocious way.

"Bang", the firm steps made a deep pit on the ground, and the boy opposite turned red in an instant. With a scream of "ah", he rolled back and flew away with the "click" of his arm.

When they looked at the five people in front of them again, except that Wu Lang still had a strong hatred in his eyes, others were stunned. Then they looked at Wu Lang and seemed to be asking. Freshmen?

"What are you waiting for? It's just a freshman. As long as you knock him down, 50 people each! " Once gritting his teeth, Wu Lang seemed to make great determination and roared.

Each person has 50 fluorescence. Haoran college only gives 100 fluorescence to the strong below Wuzong every month. As long as it can teach the opposite youth a lesson, they can harvest 50 fluorescence. They are all excited and eager to try.

Zifeng couldn't help smiling at Wu Lang, "isn't it that all the children of the Wu family hide their heads and shrink their tails like this? If you want to teach me a lesson, you have to borrow the power of others. It's ridiculous. " Instead, he shouted, "Wu Lang, remember that one day, Wu Zifeng will return it to you ten times!"

"What are you waiting for? Give it to me! " After Zifeng's violent drink, Wu Lang felt a little timid, but he was blinded by the current advantage. Wu Lang would not understand that if all his auras were stripped off one day, he would be just a ridiculous little man.

The four people around all drew out their weapons. They were all long swords with aura, deciduous green front swords, flaming green front swords, pine grain ancient Ding swords and purple electric frosting swords. They covered Zifeng.

A sad laugh suddenly burst out from Zifeng's heart. "Ha ha ha" was like the birds flapping their wings in the evening. The sound was sad, and a pure noble righteousness between heaven and earth was emitted from his body. Zifeng didn't understand why some people clearly had superior cultivation resources, but they didn't cherish it and wasted their time!

Like Zhang Zhenhui, who met before, he has a unique talent, but he wants to miss Haoran college because of a thousand Xuanshi. It's ridiculous, ridiculous. Since heaven is unfair, I'll walk on behalf of heaven!

When his eyes were cold, the ink knife suddenly appeared in his hand. Zifeng didn't seem to use any skills. Relying on the power, the boundless power of the sea, and some practical moves learned from Feng Yan yesterday, that's all. The four people in front of him, the two generals in the later stage and the two generals in the middle stage, were so vulnerable.

For a few breaths, they were blown away by the wind and fell to the ground, moaning again and again.

"Waste, waste, all waste!" Wu Lang doesn't know what the virtue of the person he called is, but he can't help it. Other martial artists with a little talent despise Wu Lang and can't invite him any amount of fluorescence.

Zifeng's next move made Wu Lang panic. Zifeng took it easy to put all the spirit swords scattered on the ground into the talisman bag, including deciduous green blade sword, flaming green blade sword, pine grain ancient Ding sword and purple electricity frosting sword. Each long sword is not ordinary, and Zifeng already has a candidate in his heart.

"If you want to get back your weapons, you can. I'm Wu Zifeng waiting for you!" Looking at the martial arts of the same age who are in pain because of some scars on the ground, Zifeng said faintly. Even if he borrowed their courage again, he would not dare to do it again in the future.

Looking back, in the depths of his calm eyes, there was an irrecoverable anger, "now it's your turn!" Step by step, like a nightmare, slowly approaching Wu Lang.

Wu Lang didn't take out his weapon at the first time, but retreated step by step in Zifeng's footsteps!