On the shore of the lake in the courtyard, Qiuhong and Ximen Guang’s battle exercises have ended.

The two sat on the lawn and were resting, but there was no trace of Xinyan.

Suddenly, they saw Zhao Hanyu running in from the gate of the courtyard, from far to near, and his momentum seemed to be a little wrong.

The two stood up, Zhao Hanyu had already rushed to the front, his steps slowed down, stood in front of the two, and then bent down and gasped.

After a moment, his breath was settled, and then he stood up straight and said to Qiuhong: "I'll fight you."

The two were shocked when they heard this. Seeing that his face was pale, his eyes were red, and there was a sense of hatred between his eyebrows and eyes, I didn't know what was stimulating.

Ximen Guang was about to speak, Qiu Hong reached out to stop him and asked Zhao Hanyu: "Are you sure?"

Zhao Hanyu clenched his teeth and didn't speak. He pulled out the short sword with his right hand and nodded heavily.

Qiu Hong's expression turned solemn, signaling Ximen Guang to take a few steps, then stretched out his arm to lead Zhao Hanyu, asking him to take action.

Zhao Hanyu didn't even speak, stepped forward and stabbed the sword, and then slashed randomly, without any moves, and his momentum was like a madman.

Qiu Hong dodged for a while and avoided Zhao Hanyu's short sword. Ximen Guang also saw that Zhao Hanyu was in a very strange mood and was a little worried.

Zhao Hanyu's eyes were red when he killed his sword, and the short sword danced wildly, and Qiu Hong just dodged and did not fight back.

Seeing that the short sword in his hand failed to hurt the enemy, Zhao Hanyu was even more manic. He roared, leaped towards Qiu Hong with his sword, and slashed out a sword in the air.

Qiu Hong avoided the edge and continued to wander.

After almost half an hour of fighting, Zhao Hanyu's breathing became more and more rapid, and his short sword was scattered, his feet were floating, and he was already exhausted.

Qiu Hong thought to himself that the time had come, and his figure flashed behind Zhao Hanyu, raised his palm and gently slashed his neck.

Zhao Hanyu felt the darkness in front of him, then he fell to his face and fell into a coma.

When Ximen Guang saw him fainting, he was worried that Qiu Hong would take too much action and his face was a little dissatisfied.

Qiuhong stepped forward a few steps, bent down and turned him over and lay him flat on the lawn, and then said to Ximen Guang: "He was crazy for some reason, his chest was full of anger. I let him vent his emotions freely to help him get rid of negative emotions, but too much is not enough. At this time, he should have a good sleep and be fine after waking up."

Ximen Guang nodded to express his understanding.

The two sat by the lake, guarding him and waiting for him to wake up.

Thinking of the hardships of his cultivation and his perseverance and tolerance in his daily life, both of them felt a little sad for him.

Soon, Princess Xinyan and Fu Taibao walked into the courtyard one by one.

When they came to the lakeside, they were a little surprised to see Zhao Hanyu lying on the lawn.

Qiu Hong briefly described the story. After hearing this, Fu Taibao couldn't help but shake his head and sighed and expressed regret.

Xinyan sat beside Zhao Hanyu, looking at the sword eyebrows that were still frowning while sleeping, and a feeling of pity surged in her heart.

She whispered: "I know that the teacher is definitely not an ordinary person. You may not understand it, but I am deeply touched, really touched. Since he was taught, I have made such great progress, even I am deeply surprised. Just imagine, how could a person who can do these incredible things be an ordinary person? How could she get her favor?"

Ximen Guang nodded silently when he heard this. Although he didn't know who the princess said "she" was, he still expressed his deep agreement, because his path of cultivation was also helped by Zhao Hanyu, and it is very likely that the first instance of the magical body and god transformation in thousands of years will be successful. Ximen Guang will also rise to the sky and naturally enter the ranks of the top 6.

Since Qiu Hong personally used the sword moves that Zhao Hanyu said that day, he felt very surprised and vaguely admired.

He could not imagine what kind of insight and deduction a person who had not yet entered the country could integrate his sword moves into a natural way and reach the level of a cross-border threat.

For several days, he had been thinking hard and had no solution. He had planned to ask for advice, but he had never been able to do so.

Today, Zhao Hanyu was crazy, but Qiu Hong believed that it was not a bad thing. As long as he was properly guided and vented, when he woke up, his mind and resilience would make great progress.

Because the road to cultivation is long and difficult, anyone will continue to encounter some unimaginable or insurmountable obstacles. As long as they can successfully overcome them, their cultivation and knowledge will increase greatly.

Isn't that the same?

If I hadn't been lucky enough to meet my elder brother, I might have died long ago, right? How could I have the third place in the Phoenix List today?

Qiu Hong thought for a while, then looked at Zhao Hanyu who was sleeping with bright eyes. He said in his heart: "If you want to get rid of this devil earlier, I will also teach you the strange sword technique."

The four of them sat quietly on the lawn, waiting for him to wake up.

On the second floor of Building A, Tianyu College, two students wearing hospital uniforms came to the door of Room 28.

The two looked at each other, nodded, and then raised their hands and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door was opened. Murong Qianfan was dressed in disheveled clothes, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and asked lazily: "Who? Is it annoying to sleep so early?"

He saw the two of them clearly after asking, and was stunned.

It turned out that they were two followers who were hiding around Leng Aoyun all day long, one was Xu Cheng and the other was Liu Wenbin.

His face suddenly sank and he asked coldly: "What's the matter?"

The student named Xu Cheng on the left looked contemptuous, took out a piece of paper from his arms with his right hand and shook it in front of Murong Qianfan's face, saying, "This is a challenge book. Get dressed quickly, I'll wait downstairs, don't try to escape, we have the exits around the building blocks."

Murong Qianfan frowned and waved his left arm suddenly. The piece of paper had been snatched by him.

He didn't even look at it, and quickly tore the one with his hands, then kneaded it into a ball, and smashed it on Xu Cheng's face.

Before the two of them could get angry, the door slammed and closed tightly. Murong Qianfan shouted impatiently, "Idiot, get out!"

Xu Cheng was so angry that he was trembling by Murong Qianfan's arrogant behavior, and Liu Wenbin next to him was also very angry.

Xu Cheng punched the door a few times and shouted: "Murong Qianfan! You cowardly bastard, get out of here!"

After a while, no one in the room answered.

Xu Cheng and Liu Wenbin looked at each other, and both felt helpless, so they had to turn around and go downstairs.

Murong Qianfan was about to lie back on the bed and sleep, but Lao Ke called him by the window, "Young Master, come and take a look."

Murong Qianfan walked to the window and looked down, frowning his eyebrows.

A dozen students stood downstairs, pointing at his window.

Not far behind a dozen students, Leng Aoyun's narrow eyes were just looking at Murong Qianfan. He hugged his hands in front of his chest, his face was a little playful, and a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his index finger to Murong Qianfan and hooked it.

Murong Qianfan retracted his head, looked at Lao Ke, his face looked a little ugly, and asked, "Uncle Ke, what should I do? I can't beat more than a dozen people."

Lao Ke smiled and said, "Young Master, you can't hide. If the other party abides by the rules of challenging, then you don't have to worry."

Murong Qianfan was still a little embarrassed and said, "If the challenger was Leng Aoyun's guy, I'm afraid."

"Young Master, if you don't fight against the strong, how can you improve your practice? Didn't you perform well when you fight against that awaiting encounter in the dense forest? Moreover, the cultivation of the disciple of the Buddha Sect is much higher than that of Leng Aoyun. You are not as good as the realm of the past, so what are you afraid of?"

Murong Qianfan thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Uncle Ke, I understand." After that, he put on his clothes and took out his sword and prepared to go downstairs.

Lao Ke smiled and said, "That's right. Don't worry, with me, he can't hurt you."

Murong Qianfan stopped talking, held the scabbard and left. He felt a little passion in his heart, and he was about to chop Leng Aoyun up with a few swords.

Before everyone came downstairs, Murong Qianfan glanced at the front with a condescending gaze, ignoring Leng Aoyun in the distance, then looked at Xu Cheng with contempt and asked expressionlessly: "Can there be any college reporting?"

Xu Cheng was angry and said with hatred, "How isn't there? You just have the challenge book torn by you. You are so bold and arrogant, the teachers and teachers of the teaching department will come to punish you later!"

Murong Qianfan looked at him like an idiot and said, "According to the challenge procedures of our hospital and the regulations on protecting both parties, you should let me know in advance, and then report to obtain the challenge letter. Without my consent, this behavior should be considered invalid. If I don't tear it up, will I wipe my butt with paper with your name? What should I do if I have hemorrhoids?"

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter. Only when the laughter came out did they feel something was wrong. Leng Aoyun's face in the distance darkened and her eyes gradually became cold.

"You!" Xu Cheng was so angry that he was burned to death and shouted: "You are too bullying!"

"Riding you? I'm not interested." Murong Qianfan shook his head, his expression suddenly turned cold, and he shouted: "Can you fight? So much nonsense!"

The people around Xu Cheng scattered and left three meters away, leaving room for the two to fight.

Murong Qianfan hugged his chest with his hands, inserted his long sword into his arms with a sheath, staring at the other party coldly.

Xu Cheng was just now, and after Murong Qianfan was talking a few words, he was so angry that his orifices were smoked. At this time, he tried to calm down. He slowly pulled out his long sword, set up a door, and said, "Please give me advice." His expression was a little serious.

Murong Qianfan shook his head and spit out two words, "Come on."

Xu Cheng was despised by the other party again, and his anger rose again. He shouted, and the long sword was pierced out, pointing at Murong Qianfan's face, wishing he could stab him into a blind man with one sword.

Murong Qianfan moved his sword hilt across his arms, swung the opponent's move, then immediately drew his sword, the sword sheath came out of his hand, and smashed it to the opponent's head. The long sword followed him and used the "Liuyun Sword Technique" he passed down.

Xu Cheng had a strange move when he encountered the opponent's sword move. He was forcibly interrupted from the beginning. He had to take two steps back and try to re-attack the sword move. However, Murong Qianfan's serial sword rain covered him head-on, and he could only be forced to take the defensive moment and wait until he stabilized his position before taking the lead.

Murong Qianfan attacked several moves in a row, and tried to find that the opponent's cultivation was inferior to his own, and his sword skills were even worse than that. He was very calm and had a set of "Liuyun Sword Techniques" that was smooth and easy to operate.
Chapter completed!