Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Boom!"

One-eyed chest was split open, and a burst of blood shot out. Yang Qingxuan stepped forward, kicked his toe on his hand, and the ball with the number plate immediately flew up and grabbed it in his hand.

The one-eyed is falling from the air, knowing whether to live or die.

This scene shocked everyone present.

After a long while, the teacher reflected on the past and flew up to catch the one-eyed person who was about to fall to the ground.

Yang Qingxuan turned a blind eye, grabbed the ball and flew back to the center of the square, standing calmly.

The other people were sweating coldly, looking at him slyly.

Even Yin Yao, who has always been cold and arrogant, couldn't help but look at him more.

Yi Kun roared: "Yang Qingxuan! Do you dare to kill someone? Damn it!"

If it wasn't for Yang Qingxuan's special status, it was someone Qing Buli and Lu Jiangpeng valued especially, he would have been mad and knocked him off.

Yang Qingxuan said indifferently: "One, I didn't kill, and that one-eyed didn't die. Two, no one told me not to **** the number plate. Elder Yi threw out sixteen number plates, isn't it just for us to **** it? No rules. Explain, now something has happened, I am responsible?"

Yi Kun was furious, but he didn't know how to refute this.

"Since you can grab it, then you go to die!"

An icy voice came, Zuo Heng took the number plate, flew from a distance, hovering in the sky without falling. At this moment, he slammed out with a palm, and it shook like a mountain. The entire air was compressed to the extreme, and it erupted downward. go with.

In the center of the square, the faces of the few people who had already obtained the number plates changed drastically, and they scattered all around instead of being involved in the grievances between the two.

Yang Qingxuan raised his head, squinted his eyes, and faced the palm of the wind, his right hand clenched Dou Guishen, and circles of sword energy shot out from the sword.

The pot had been exploded everywhere, and tens of thousands of people were all in chaos, especially when they felt the wind of Zuo Heng's palm, they were all frightened, shouting and fleeing behind.

Many people were pushed to the ground, trampled on, and cried.

There were even riots among the crowds in several places, and some students were pushed into anger and directly fought.

"absurd!"

An angry shout came, and he roared: "Everyone stop! Who dares to move, die!"

It was Yi Kun who was furious, and a terrible murderous aura dissipated from him. The entire square was like an ice cave. Everyone felt that their hairs were standing up, as if they would be chopped into pieces when they moved.

"Is this the coercion of the original Martial Realm powerhouse?!"

The scene of the riot suddenly quieted down strangely, no one dared to move.

Under Zuo Heng's palm wind, a thin figure suddenly appeared, and he lifted his foot and kicked it upwards.

"Boom!"

That foot seemed small, but it easily kicked the palm wind, and the energy penetrated upward.

"boom!"

A huge burst of air spread, turned into a strong wind and dissipated around.

Zuo Heng was above the void, and at the moment the figure appeared, he secretly said: "No!"

The thin figure of the man was Si Feiyu, and he couldn't hold it with a single kick, so he was prepared for it, and he drew sideways before hiding.

The strength is like an arrow piercing through the clouds, shooting into the void and high altitude, a series of explosions, making people shocked to see.

The two great masters of the original Martial Realm, one kicked and exploded the void at will, and the other released murderously, shocking the audience.

As Si Feiyu's energy was exhausted, the entire square tens of thousands of people, without the slightest sound, fell into a ghostly silence.

Zuo Heng was up high in the sky, terrified. If he was kicked just now, he would really be finished.

Cold sweat ran down his temples, and he felt that his clothes were soaked, and he dared not go down in the air.

Yang Qingxuan was also full of amazement, the fighting spirits flashed in his hands, and they disappeared.

Yi Kun stared at Yang Qingxuan with a knife-like gaze, and then at Zuo Heng, and said coldly: "You two, you really give us a long face!"

Si Feiyu also had a gloomy face, and said, "It's too nonsense. You have to know that there are spies from other countries watching every year of the competition. This matter spreads out, let's put the face of our college!"

Yang Qingxuan shrugged with a helpless expression.

Zuo Heng felt the two elders' killing intent diminished sharply, and then flew down from the sky and returned to the center of the square, afraid to speak.

The other thirteen students also got their number plates and flew down from all around.

Among them, Meijuan's face was the palest, and she could feel Yang Qingxuan's coldness towards their flowers and trees, a killing intent with no emotion, like an ant, she could crush and kill at any time.

One-eyed can't hold him a sword, and his own strength is not as good as one-eyed, if it is against Yang Qingxuan...

Her hands were full of sweat, and she secretly prayed that she would never confront Yang Qingxuan, otherwise she would be trampled to death like an ant.

At this time, a teacher flew in from a distance and reported to Yi Kunhui: "I have no worries about my life, but I have to lie down for ten and a half days."

He was talking about the one-eyed, all the surrounding students turned pale, and felt a kind of fear for Yang Qingxuan.

Si Feiyu frowned and said, "What should I do if one person is missing now?"

Yi Kun said: "The same number plate is directly promoted."

Fifteen people in the square stretched out their hands and spread out the small **** in their hands.

On the small ball in Yang Qingxuan's hand, the word "eight" was written impressively.

He glanced, and the other "eight" was Wu Chao.

Wu Chao also saw the number in his hand, his face changed drastically.

Yang Qingxuan didn't care, but saw Zuo Heng's number "three" and the other "three" number was Chen Ting.

Chen Ting was full of distress, and obviously knew that he was not Zuo Heng's opponent.

Yang Qingxuan smiled slightly, walked forward, patted Chen Ting's shoulder, and handed the ball over to exchange it with him.

"Yang Qingxuan!"

Yi Kun was so angry in the air that he roared, "Just be honest, whoever dares to exchange the number plate will be out of the game!"

Yang Qingxuan gave a wry smile and had to give up.

Wu Chao stared at Yang Qingxuan fiercely, only to find that this newcomer hadn't put him in his eyes at all, and couldn't help being extremely ashamed.

The scene of a year ago came to mind. At that time, before the examination in the inner courtyard, at the same place, Yang Qingxuan led the team to fight Zuo Jun's team. At that time, he stood up and faced the powerful Wu Qiyue.

At that time, Yang Qingxuan, who was like an ant, didn't even look at him directly.

One year has passed, and the ant that year was still in the same place, without even looking at himself.

Wu Chao's face was pale, with blue veins violent in his fists.

"I want to attack the existence of the Four Kings, and I will never stop in this place!"

"Yang Qingxuan, let me, as a senior, come to end your steps!"

Wu Chao retracted his gaze, stopped looking at Yang Qingxuan, turned around and jumped up, flying to the battle arena.

"Oh, my luck is good."

Ivy blinked and said with a grin: "I haven't seen number six."

She raised the small ball in her hand, with the word "six" written on it.