On Soul Fighting Arena, more than twenty core disciples have dispersed and formed a temporary alliance in small groups.
Lin Yaoyang stood there with his hands in his pockets without any movement.
Wang Dong'er glanced at him, a little anxious. "Brother Lin, aren't you ready?"
Lin Yaoyang smiled and said in an understatement, "There is no need to prepare to deal with them."
"Arrogant!"
An angry shout exploded from the crowd.
Lin Yaoyang turned around and looked. Xu Sanshi and Bei Bei walked through the crowd and it was obviously Xu Sanshi who was speaking.
His face turned red, and his eyes were fixed on Lin Yaoyang, or more precisely, on Jiang Nannan next to Lin Yaoyang.
Xu Sanshi walked closer, looked at Jiang Nannan, and took a deep breath, as if he was trying to suppress something.
"Nannan," his voice was trembling, "I know that you and him must not have been voluntary! He has only been here Shrek for a long time, how could you like him? You must have been threatened by him, right?"
When he said this, Bei Bei beside him wanted to cover his face.
He often stays with Xiao Ya, and he knows very well what a girl looks like when she is happy.
When Jiang Nannan stood next to Lin Yaoyang, the tenderness between his eyebrows and eyes almost overflowed, and even the look in his eyes at Lin Yaoyang was gleaming.
But now when Xu Sanshi called her, when she turned her head and looked over, her eyes were as cold as ice, as if she was a completely different person.
Bei Bei really wants to say: Look at her, does she look like she is being threatened?
But he didn't say anything. After all, it was a brother's business.
Jiang Nannan frowned slightly, and his voice was as cold as the wind of Extreme North: "Xu Sanshi, am I familiar with you? Don't call me that. Who I am with is my freedom, what does it have to do with you? Mysterious Underworld Sect When did you have such lenient control?"
After saying that, she leaned closer to Lin Yaoyang, took his arm, and gently placed his hand in front of her.
The movements are natural and the gestures are intimate.
While she was doing this, she secretly glanced at Lin Yaoyang out of the corner of her eye, fearing that he might misunderstand something.
Lin Yaoyang felt the soft touch from his elbow and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He glanced at Xu Sanshi, then slowly raised his other hand and raised his middle finger.
His movements were random, as if he were chasing away a fly.
Xu Sanshi's eyes widened.
He didn't understand what that gesture meant, but his intuition told him that it was not a friendly expression.
His face turned redder.
He is the young sect master Mysterious Underworld Sect, his father is the sect master Mysterious Underworld Sect, and his mother is the former princess Dou Ling Empire.
Growing up with a golden key in his mouth, he had everything he wanted. Have you ever been so angry?
In order to pursue Jiang Nannan, he took great pains, gave away so many things, said so many good words, but what he got in exchange was always a cold face.
I didn't expect that I would lose so miserably today.
His sanity collapsed at that moment.
That Lin Yaoyang, how long have you been in the academy? Why?
Why!
"Lin Yaoyang!"
Xu Sanshi's roar echoed over Soul Fighting Zone, "I know you are strong, but don't be too proud! So what if you are Soul Ancestor? Of those present today, Soul Ancestor But you are not the only one! So what if your Martial Soul is powerful? My Mysterious Underworld Turtle is no worse than yours! There is also Bei Bei's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, I don't believe it, we can't beat you!"
His voice was so loud that everyone in Soul Fighting Zone heard it.
The students who gathered around and planned to join forces to eliminate Lin Yaoyang first heard this and stopped in their tracks.
They looked at each other, with a trace of hesitation flashing in their eyes.
Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi, one is Martial Soul, which is recognized as the strongest attack by Outer Court, and Martial Soul, which is recognized as the strongest defense by Outer Court.
These two people joining forces, plus their help, may not be able to bring down Lin Yaoyang.
They have also heard the rumors about Lin Yaoyang, who beat the teacher and Freshman Assessment won completely.
It's just that Lin Yaoyang rarely goes to Soul Fighting Arena. No one knows how strong he really is.
But since he dares to hit the teacher, his strength is definitely not weak!
Several teachers in the stands looked at each other.
What about the promised brawl? How did it turn into this?
But they didn't stop it.
There are no rules in this game.
You can fight however you want, this is what Yan Shaozhe said personally.
On the field, Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi have released Martial Soul.
Blue-purple electric light exploded from Bei Bei's body, and fine Dragon Scale covered his right arm. His fingers turned into sharp Dragon Claw, and crackling arcs of electricity danced on his fingertips. Two yellow, two purple and four circles of Soul Ring rose from his feet.
Xu Sanshi raised his left hand, and a side of Turtle Shield appeared out of thin air. The shield was dark green, with tortoise shell-like textures on the surface, and a metallic luster on the edges. Two yellow, two purple, and four circles of Soul Ring slowly rotated around him.
The two looked at each other and moved at the same time.
Bei Bei was the first to rush out.
His speed was as fast as a blue lightning, and the stone slab under his feet exploded the moment he stepped on it. He rushed to Lin Yaoyang in a few steps and jumped up suddenly.
The thick right arm covered with scales was raised high, and the blue-purple electric light condensed and compressed on Dragon Claw, turning into a huge thunder and lightning Dragon Claw, which was photographed head-on!
"Dong'er, Xiao Xiao, Nannan, stand back."
The three girls retreated behind him.
Lin Yaoyang let go of Jiang Nannan's hand and took a step forward.
"First Soul Skill, Thunder Dragon Claw!"
The blue-purple thunder and lightning condensed into a huge Dragon Claw, which was photographed head-on!
In this blow, he used all his strength.
Lin Yaoyang did not hide.
He didn't even release Martial Soul.
He made a fist with his right hand and simply stepped forward.
There's no light, no Soul Ring, no fancy special effects.
It was just a fist, facing a Dragon Claw surrounded by thunder and lightning.
Fists and claws intertwined.
"Bang--!"
A dull loud noise.
Blue-purple thunder and lightning exploded on Lin Yaoyang's fist, arcs of electricity splashed around, leaving dense black marks on the stone floor.
Bei Bei's pupils suddenly contracted.
He felt an overwhelming force coming from the intersection of his fists and palms. It was not the power of Soul Skill, but pure, brutal, crushing power.
His arm was like a straw in front of this force, unable to hold on even for a moment.
Thunder Dragon Claw is broken.
Bei Bei's body was carried upside down by the huge force, like a fly being swatted away.
"Bang--"
His back hit the wall of the stands.
The stone wall dented, and cracks spread around the impact point, like a huge spider web.
Xu Sanshi's footsteps paused.
His eyes were wider than before, his mouth was slightly open, and he couldn't say a word.
Bei Bei, Martial Soul, who is known as Outer Court's strongest attack, was punched away by Lin Yaoyang?
He didn't even see Lin Yaoyang release Martial Soul and Soul Skill!
"Holy shit... what is going on?"
Xu Sanshi's mind was buzzing, "Bei Bei, are you pretending to be me?!"
The only response to him was the weak moan of Bei Bei.
In the stands, Yan Shaozhe's face changed drastically.
Bei Bei is the great-great-grandson of Mu En. If something happens...
He flashed and appeared next to Bei Bei. He squatted down and put his hand on Bei Bei's wrist. Soul Power probed in and walked around along the meridians.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
The problem is not serious. Two ribs were cracked and the internal organs were a little shaken, but it will be fine after a few days of recovery.
But... What would Mu En think if he knew that his great-great-grandson was punched away?
"Yan...Dean Yan..." Bei Bei opened his eyes weakly.
Yan Shaozhe sighed, "Bei Bei, you should rest first."
He waved, and a teacher came over and helped Bei Bei to the rest area.
Yan Shaozhe stood up, glanced at the orange-red haired boy in the field, and then at Bei Bei who was vomiting blood in the corner, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.
He flew back to the stands.