Chapter 432

Under the vast spiritual force, the yuan force ripple from Zifeng's fist is as thin as hair in his own understanding of the sea. But seeing a circle of Yuan Li ripples rippling away, the ripples are getting bigger and bigger, which is nothing different.

But if you take a closer look at the ripples, you will find the problem. When your fist blows forward, due to the ups and downs of your mood, the yuan force does not overflow in a rhythm, so this scene will appear, that is, the yuan force ripples of the last moment will be dispersed in the next moment, although most of the yuan force ripples are still gathered together, growing and pressing forward

Leng hum, Wan Zhou looked at Zifeng with disdain, "see? Not bad. It took so many punches to find the problem. " How do you listen to this? It tastes sarcastic.

"What are you looking at! Those who want to fight stand up and don't want to fight. Go back and don't let me see! " This movement attracted the people of the surrounding camp to secretly show up and watch, but Wan Zhou directly drank and scolded them.

All this, Zifeng is still unheard of. Immersed in the understanding just now, only by making the overflowing yuan force have the same rhythm, can he raise another level on the basis of this time.

After thinking about it, without hesitation, Zifeng looked at Wanzhou and wanted to continue to improve. Wan Zhou quit, "want to practice? Good! " Yuan Li poured into his throat and shouted, "martial arts practitioners of all camps listen. Which two camps are it today? Come out!"

After 10000 boat words, all the surrounding camps rushed out, mostly onlookers and students. The banner of "d" was inserted outside, and the two classes of students with "Mao" came forward together.

Confrontation is essential to the martial arts cultivation of Haoran college every day. There will be rounds of confrontation between the camps. It's OK to fight in groups, one-to-one. There are no limits on methods, means and time. As long as you can put down the people in the other camp, you will be considered as your own victory. This method is really full of ruffian spirit and quite consistent with the temperament of Wan Zhou. Now it seems that today is the time for class three of the "Ding" array to fight class four of the "Mao" array.

Nearly 100 people from both sides of the "brush" stand in the field. Coincidentally, it is. Zifeng, a teacher from both sides, actually knew that class 3 of "Ding" array was Yunlan who went to Qingyun town to recruit students more than a year ago, and the "Mao" opposite was Luo Ruomu, whom Zifeng had been looking for at the beginning, and Lin Xuan happened to be among them.

When the students on both sides were ready to fight in groups, Wan Zhou looked at Zifeng cunningly, "this time, the rules have changed. Change another way." As soon as the ten thousand boats fell, there was a burst of discontent around them.

"Why? How long do the rules of group fighting last, three days? " A teenager behind the crowd whispered to the students beside him.

Wan Zhouli didn't listen either. He was a martial arts elder. He could do whatever he wanted, "what? Not satisfied, is it? Shall I help you think of a better one? " A kind-hearted look, Wan Zhou said amiably.

Hearing the speech, the young man was frightened and didn't dare to make a sound.

At the beginning, there was a class in which hundreds of people refused to accept the arrangement of 10000 boats. What was the outcome? It's terrible to see that ten classes beat that class together. It's really a human tragedy. They screamed bitterly for three days. No one dared to resist again. They all listened to the arrangement of Wan Zhou honestly.

Looking at the bossy manner of Wanzhou ahead, Zifeng couldn't help laughing. No wonder, cangyue once said that others might have no way to send Ziming to Haoran college, but as long as Wanzhou nodded, everything would come naturally.

But the radian of the corner of his mouth had not yet completely spread, and he was choked by Wan Zhou's word.

In front of the crowd, Wan Zhou beat his chest and feet for a while, holding his knees, "do you know what Wu Zifeng just said? He said, "you are a mob, and you can't do a move in his hands. Even if you go together, you're not his opponent."

Zifeng hurriedly motioned to the crowd. He didn't mean it.

It's just that the feelings have been stirred up. Where can they be extinguished so easily“ what? Wu Zifeng really said that? Brothers, Cao guy, there are so many of us, we can't beat a wuzifeng! "

"Yes, what's the matter with Haoran college? Jing Ao was not so arrogant before. Beating him can't find North! "

"Hit him!" In a burst of noise, especially the young talents who had fantasized about several beauties of Haoran college, were filled with righteous indignation. Snow tears son don't say, already famous flowers have owners, that is, Feng Qing of the dry list ranking has nothing to do with Zifeng.

But the gentle Tang Yun of Fu Xiu fell into the clutches of Wu Zifeng at the beginning of his admission; What's more irritating is that in full view of the public, Lin xuanke competes with Tang Yun. Although Lin xuanke is not as gentle as Tang Yun, the smell of youth is also pleasing to the eyes.

Later, let alone later! Gulan is like a genie. She is obedient and almost opens up the cognition of all students of Haoran college about beauty. People flocked to see the Koran. However, just a few days ago, qulanuo's silence broke all the yearning fragile hearts in an instant, broken powder!

As for cold as snow, by the way, Wu Zifeng didn't have the slightest pity for jade. How could he bear to hurt the beauty who had been at the top of the beauty list of Haoran College for two years? He was really a cold-blooded animal!

In retrospect, almost all the outstanding girls in Haoran college fell into Zifeng's hands!

"Brothers, what are you waiting for? If you don't beat him down, we won't even have a mouthful of soup in the future!" The voice was bleak and bloody. A young man tore his coat directly and moaned up to the sky.

"Down with Wu Zifeng! Save the girl of Haoran college! "

The last sound sounded so familiar that Zifeng was stunned and turned angry. Ge Jinqi, the Lord who was afraid of no chaos in the world, began to make noise in the crowd.

Wan Zhou stood where he was and was amazed. Instead, he smiled happily. Originally, he didn't think of such a good excuse to incite the people, but he didn't want to be upright, forgetting that Zifeng was still carrying the jealousy of thousands of students. It's terrible. Once it breaks out, it's not bad

Wan Zhou got up excited and looked at the chaotic scene below with a smile.

Waves of teenagers rushed frantically towards Zifeng. The momentum seemed to have been overstocked in their hearts for a long time.

Zifeng is not stupid. He is surrounded by dense figures. It's too late to escape, so he can only resist. But just when Zifeng was about to fight back, Wan Zhou said to Zifeng in the air with an ordered tone, "you are only allowed to use the move of hitting me just now, and you are not allowed to use any other skills!"

In a breath, Zifeng was swallowed by the teenagers who flocked to him. After hearing Wan Zhou's words, he had a dying heart.

But the voice of Zifeng's complaint soon disappeared in the sea of people.