Fantasy: I Don’t Want To Practice!

After walking a few steps, Ye Feng suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps chasing from behind.

"Boss! This way, this way! Come, follow me!"

Brother Qiang suddenly rushed in front of him, with an excited look on his face, and led the way for Ye Feng.

He was dying before, but now he ran faster than a dog.

Ye Feng was shocked.

"Weren't you going to die just now?"

"Who said I was going to die?"

"Did you bleed so much just now?"

Brother Qiang smiled embarrassedly.

"That's someone else's, hurry up and follow me, boss, if you're a little later, people will run away."

After saying that, Brother Qiang sped up and ran away like a gust of wind.

Ye Feng:

At this time, the Xinsheng residential area, more than ten kilometers away, was in a mess.

Countless houses were broken, the ground was bloody, and many people were lying on the ground wailing, because today they welcomed a group of uninvited guests.

The Iron Blood Gang, one of the four major gangs, dispatched gang elites to encircle and suppress a Xinsheng area.

When the news spread, countless students who were curious came to watch, but they all hid aside or on the roof, watching from afar and did not dare to go forward, for fear of being dragged into this storm. "Too tragic!"

"This class of freshmen really don't know how to live or die. They even dare to provoke the Iron Blood Gang."

"Haven't you heard? There is a fierce man among the freshmen in this area. During the trial, he killed the brother of the leader of the Iron Blood Gang."

"Fuck! So powerful? But freshmen are freshmen after all. They don't know the depth of the academy. Being high-profile will only bring disaster!"

"Where is he?"

A man about 25 years old, with a strong back and a huge blade on his back, which is black and shiny. Under the sun, the blade has a terrifying luster.

There is a scar on his face, which spreads from the corner of his eye to his lips. He looks around with a cold face.

Behind him, dozens of students, all over 20 years old, with different appearances, but no one's realm is lower than Wu Shi.

Especially the scarred man in the lead, whose realm is as high as Martial Master Rank Five!

A man ran over, with sweat on his forehead and a disheveled look. It seems that he has just experienced a fight. This man's realm is also Martial Master Rank One's level, but he was extremely respectful to the man in front of him.

"Master."

"How?"

"Nothing can be asked, these people are all hard bones, and now there is only one person left.

"Hard bones? Haha, then break them, and they will naturally not be hard anymore."

The scarred face sneered, turned his head and looked at the messy dormitory of the freshmen in the distance. There was only a fat man standing there, holding the road alone, with an angry face.

"If you don't tell me where he is, do you know what will happen to you?"

He said to the fat man, and walked slowly over. When passing by, he kicked a freshman who was lying on the ground and in the way.

The freshman wailed, was kicked several meters away, fell to the ground, and was seriously injured.

Behind him, there were countless people in the same situation as him, lying on the ground, looking at the dozens of people in front of him with resentment.

They were freshmen, most of them were Martial Artists, and no one reached Martial Master.

Even if someone reached it, they could not defeat the dozens of people on the other side, because these people entered school earlier than them, had a higher realm, and had much more combat experience than them.

"The worst that can happen is death!" The fat man clenched his fists and watched the scarred man approaching slowly. His feet began to tremble involuntarily, but his face still had an unyielding look. "You have backbone. You should be their leader. Martial Artist Rank Nine, good strength. If it weren't for him, you would be selected into our gang first and enjoy rich resources. In a few years, you would become the best in the academy. Unfortunately..." After saying this, he had already come to the fat man. Boom!!! The fat man was not a pushover. Seeing the scarred man approaching, his momentum changed greatly. A long-gathered earth-yellow Spirit Qi covered his arm, and the whole arm became bigger. He pushed forward and burst out from his palm. "Earth Killing Palm!"

We have waited for so long, just for this moment!

As long as we can injure their hall master!

We can delay time and delay the arrival of the boss!

Bang!!!

With a loud noise, everyone's eyes blurred, and they saw a fat figure flying backwards, crashing into a yard, and being buried under the yard, his life or death unknown.0

The hall master clapped his hands lightly, with a look of disdain on his face.

"Hiss~~~"

The freshmen took a breath, and countless faces were filled with despair.

The fat man's charged attack actually did not cause any harm to the opponent!

The old students behind saw this scene and sneered.

"Haha, even the hall master dared to sneak attack, is this fat man's brain broken?"

"Do you think the name of Ba Dao is called for nothing?"

"It's okay to look like a pig, but he is also very stupid, hahahaha............"

The people who were watching the game were all scared and pale.

"Isn't that the leader of the Iron Blood Gang, Tyrant Sword Tieqiong?"

"Tieqiong's cultivation has improved again. In less than a month, he will be able to break through and become a Martial Master Rank Six expert.

"This time, he will probably have a place in the Heavenly Ranking."

Just as everyone was talking about it, Tieqiong slowly walked towards the direction of the ruins.

After a while, a man was dragged out, covered in blood and with a weak breath. It was the fat man just now.

Dong!!!

He threw the fat man at his feet, squatted down, and smiled at him.0.3

"The Earth Martial Artist is really tough. He didn't die like this. I admire you very much. "Pooh!" The fat man gritted his teeth, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and cursed loudly with his last bit of strength. "I admire your mother!" Boom!!! A domineering pressure suddenly descended, and Tieqiong's face was ugly. He stood up like a giant. The people around him were frightened and pale, and even his subordinates behind him could not avoid it and took two steps back. The hall master was angry! Oh no, this fat man is dead! Tieqiong's face was cold, and he raised his big foot and stepped on the fat man's head. At this moment, suddenly a man ran over and yelled. "Save him!!!!".