Dragon and Flower Clash

In front of the Beichen Academy door, the atmosphere suddenly solidified.

Yu Yuanzhen stood in front of Liu Erlong, Flender and Yu Xiaogang, his eyes sweeping over the three of them.

Let's look at Liu Erlong first. She is covered in blood at this time, but her face is still dissatisfied and she is struggling to stand up.

Looking at Flender again, he was also seriously injured, his face was pale, and he lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

Finally, his eyes fell on Yu Xiaogang.

That face that was so swollen that it was not human-shaped, that embarrassment that looked like it had fainted...

Yu Yuanzhen's brows furrowed tightly, and a trace of extremely complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

This son.

This son never made him worry.

Ever since I was a kid, I just had a lot of talent.

He has never been demanding anything. As long as he keeps to himself, what if Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan supports him for the rest of his life?

But he refused to settle down.

I sent him to the Spirit Hall, but he ended up causing such an incident, and Qian Xunji came to visit me, which brought shame to the sect.

Later, he got entangled with his cousin and caused such a scandal, which almost turned the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan into a laughing stock.

Now, I have been provoked by this mysterious Beichen Fu Clan.

Every time, he was the one behind to clean up the mess.

Every time, it was his father who wiped his butt.

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath and suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

He turned his head, looked at Yu Luomian, and said in a deep voice:

"Second brother, take these three down and get treatment as soon as possible."

Yu Luomian quickly stepped forward and helped the three of them up nervously.

Flender was not seriously injured and could barely stand on his own.

Liu Erlong was covered in blood, but still struggled to say something, but Yu Luomian glared back.

Yu Xiaogang, on the other hand, had already passed out and his face was as pale as paper.

When passing by Yu Xiaogang, he couldn't help but glare at him fiercely and cursed in his heart:

"This trash will cause trouble!"

Yu Luomian called to his men, helped the three of them, and left in a hurry.

After the three were taken away, Yu Yuanzhen slowly turned his head and looked at Fu Zhi coldly.

This Baihua Douluo is standing quietly in place at this moment, with a calm expression, as if the scene just now had nothing to do with her.

But there was a faint light flowing in those eyes, and it was obvious that he had not relaxed his vigilance.

In the distance, Ning Fengzhi stood with his hands behind his hands, looking past the layers of people and landing on the two people facing each other.

He still had the usual gentle smile on his face, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood behind him, turned slightly sideways, and lowered his voice:

"Fengzhi, should we intervene?"

Ning Fengzhi heard this, smiled and shook his head, still looking into the distance, and replied in a calm tone:

"No need for now."

He paused, the smile on his face deepened, and continued:

"It's just a good time to borrow this old dragon to explore the reality of the Beichen Fu Clan."

Gu Rong nodded thoughtfully and stopped talking. He just stood quietly behind Ning Fengzhi, his eyes tightly locked on the situation in the field.

On the other side, Yue Guan stood under the shadow of an old locust tree, with his hands folded in his sleeves, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, showing no expression.

Behind him, a follower of the Spirit Hall asked in a low voice:

"Chrysanthemum Douluo Your Majesty, should we..."

Yue Guan waved his hand and interrupted him. His voice was sharp and low, with a hint of a good show:

"No rush. Let the old dragon explore the way first. This Beichen Fu Clan... is hidden deep enough."

His tone was calm, no different from his usual behavior at the Spirit Hall.

But deep down in his heart, it was another story.

Yue Guan's eyes fell on the towering Academy in the distance, and he thought to himself:

"Young Master is exhaustive. I must have made arrangements for this."

"How could Young Master not notice such a big movement? This is not the time for him to be exposed."

He twirled his fingers slightly in his sleeves and observed his surroundings calmly.

The atmosphere in the arena was tense to the extreme.

Yu Yuanzhen Entanglement was covered in blue thunder and lightning, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul appeared behind him, and nine Spirit Ring slowly rotated.

His eyes were coldly locked on Fu Zhi opposite him, and he said in a deep voice:

"Your Excellency beat my son and niece like this. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his Soul Power pressure belonging to the ninety-fifth level Titled Douluo was released unabashedly, like an invisible mountain, crushing towards Fu Zhi.

Fu Zhi stood in place, motionless.

Her face remained calm, she didn't even look at Yu Yuanzhen, she just replied lightly:

"Explanation? The explanation is that they brought it upon themselves."

Yu Yuanzhen heard this, his face suddenly turned pale. He laughed angrily, with cold anger in his voice:

"Okay! Good, good!"

He stared at Fu Zhi and said word by word:

"Little girl, you are really arrogant!"

Fu Zhi raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and said nothing.

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath and suppressed the anger surging in his heart. He asked in a deep voice:

"I want to ask you, what on earth did my son Xiao Gang do to make that disciple of yours do this cruel thing?"

Fu Zhi heard this, finally looked at him, and asked calmly:

"Sect Master Yu, do you know that your good son almost killed a student two years ago?"

Yu Yuanzhen frowned.

Fu Zhi continued, "That student's name is Mo Xuan. The Martial Soul that was harmed by your son was broken, his legs were disabled, and his life was hanging by a thread. If someone hadn't saved him, he would have died in Star Dou Great Forest."

She paused and glanced at Mo Xuan, who was being supported by Li Yusong not far away. "And today, that student is right there."

Yu Yuanzhen followed her gaze and landed on the young man. The young man had a delicate face and a tall figure. He was looking here coldly with undisguised hatred in his eyes.

Then, Fu Zhi briefly explained what had just happened.

From Yu Xiaogang making trouble in the admissions office, to Mo Xuan getting angry and taking action, to Liu Erlong rushing back to avenge Yu Xiaogang and fighting.

Yu Yuanzhen fell silent after listening.

He understood.

In the final analysis, it was Yu Xiaogang who was at fault first. The student he harmed is now living well, so he kicked him in turn...

Although it is excessive, it is not without reason.

Fu Zhi withdrew his gaze and said calmly:

"Sect Master Yu, if it were you, who was almost killed, what would you do if you saw your enemy after many years?"

Yu Yuanzhen didn't say anything. He knew that he was the one who was in the wrong.

But he is the sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the ninety-fifth level Titled Douluo.

Asking him to bow his head and admit his mistake in front of so many people, he couldn't do it.

His Martial Soul is Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Dragon, proud by nature!

Ask him to bow to a ninety-three-level junior, and he can't do it.

Ask him to submit to a reclusive family that he has never heard of and knows nothing about the truth, and he can't even do it!

Even if he knew that it was him who was at fault.

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"My son is indeed at fault in this matter. But -"

He changed the topic and his tone became tougher:

"Even if he makes a mistake, he will be dealt with according to the sect's rules!"

"Your Excellency bullied the young, beat him like this, and injured my niece like that. Is this the end of the matter?"

Fu Zhi looked at him, with a slight sarcastic curve at the corner of his mouth:

"Then in Sect Master Yu's opinion, what should we do?"

Yu Yuanzhen was silent for a moment and said slowly:

"I won't embarrass you. Just take my three moves. After the three moves, no matter what the result is, the matter will be written off."

Fu Zhi heard this and sneered:

"Old guy, don't talk so high-sounding. If you can't talk, then you start taking action?"

She looked him up and down, her tone full of mockery:

"Haha, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, that's it?"

As soon as these words came out, Yu Yuanzhen's face suddenly became confused.

His face turned red, anger surged in his eyes, and a majestic Soul Power exploded from his body!

"Presumptuous!"

He shouted sharply:

"Fu Family... I really think that I, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, am made of clay!"

"Today, let me teach you how your so-called hidden family has the arrogance to do!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the power of thunder and lightning surged around him crazily, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul solidified behind him, and nine Spirit Ring lit up one by one.

First Soul Ring, the yellow circle Hundred-Year Spirit Ring suddenly shines brightly!

"First Spirit Skill--Thunder Dragon Claw!"

Yu Yuanzhen stretched out his right hand, the huge dragon claw wrapped in dazzling blue thunder and lightning, and struck hard at Fu Zhi!

Thunder and lightning jumped and exploded on the dragon's claws, making a crackling sound, and the air was filled with a burning smell.

This claw is enough to smash a hill into powder!

Seeing that the situation was not good, the people around him fled in all directions.

The tables and chairs in the admissions office were overturned to the ground, and the crowd of applicants retreated into the distance like frightened birds.

Those Soul Power humble people wish they had more legs and could run as far as possible.

Only those strong people above Soul Saint dare to stay hundreds of meters away and watch from a distance.

Fu Zhi looked solemn, stepped back sharply, and at the same time formed a seal with his right hand, and Spirit Ring lit up under his body.

"Third Spirit Skill--Thorn Wall!"

Countless thorny thorns and vines surged out from under her feet, forming an airtight barrier in front of her.

Blood-red Rose Flower bloomed on the vine. The petals trembled slightly in the wind, but they exuded a heart-stopping scent.

"Boom--!!!"

The dragon's claws collided with the vine barrier, causing a deafening sound.

The violent Soul Power shock wave spread in all directions, lifting the stone slabs on the ground and rolling up smoke and dust all over the sky.

The vine barrier only lasted for less than a breath before being torn open by the violent dragon claws.

Fu Zhi used his strength to retreat, barely avoiding the blow, but his face turned slightly pale.

From a distance, Ning Fengzhi looked at this scene and nodded slightly. Bone Douluo whispered behind him:

"Baihua Douluo and Spirit Skill are exquisite, but it's a pity that the level gap is there."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and said nothing, but his eyes became more focused.

Yue Guan stood in the shadows, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

Baihua Douluo... It's quite interesting.

However, the old dragon has not yet exerted its full strength.

Yu Yuanzhen was suspended in the air, looking down at Fu Zhi, and said in a rich voice:

"The first move."

He didn't give Fu Zhi a chance to breathe. Second Soul Ring suddenly lit up, and the purple circle Thousand-Year Spirit Ring glowed brightly!

"Second Spirit Skill--Thunder Dragon Roar!"