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In the end, Fan Yue seized a flaw, pierced the opponent's waist with a sword, and slapped the opponent's chest fiercely.

Although he was also punched hard in the chest by his opponent, spit out a mouthful of blood, and suffered serious injuries, but in the end he defeated the opponent and won the competition.

Seeing this situation, everyone in Tiannan College was naturally very happy, and Gu Xuanji and other high-level people in the college also showed a little smile.

And Zhou Shan just frowned, but he didn't panic at all. Today, there are still four people in Yuanyuan College, maintaining full combat power.

Among them is "Fang Xuan" as the finale contestant.

As for Tiannan Academy, apart from standing on the ring at this moment, who has already suffered serious injuries and is nothing to be afraid of, there is only one fake star and one Chen-level disciple.

Tianyuan Academy is still invincible.

Later, in order to buy more time for Han Feng on the side of Tiannan College, Fan Yue, who had previously played in the battle, resolutely decided to continue playing with injuries.

On the side of Tianyuan Academy, another Chen-level nine-star disciple was sent to the stage.

This person is a rather handsome young man in Tsing Yi, with star eyebrows and sharp eyes, and a slender figure. Not only is he born like a jade tree facing the wind, but he also holds an ink folding fan in his hand, with an elegant temperament.

As soon as he took the stage, many female disciples from Tianyuan Academy even screamed excitedly.

"Ah...Senior Brother Song is here!"

"Wow... Brother Song is so handsome!"

"Senior Brother Song, come on, beat these soft bastards from Tiannan College!"

……

Obviously, this young man is extremely popular in Tianyuan Academy, especially among the female disciples.

And after the young man took the stage, he also greeted Fan Yue in a very gracious way, bowing his hands in salute.

"I'm in Tianyuan Academy'Song Qingshu', brother, please give me some advice!"

Under the ring, Han Feng couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the words "Song Qingshu". Immediately, his hands felt itchy inexplicably, and he felt a desire to "pump people".

Facing Song Qingshu who had just played, Fan Yue was not afraid even though he was wounded. He took out his long sword and confronted him vigilantly.

After the referee announced the start of the match, Fan Yue changed his strategy from the previous match, and directly raised his sword and rushed towards Song Qingshu, attacking with all his might.

It's not that Fan Yue didn't want to procrastinate.

It's just that in order to defeat his opponent just now, he was also seriously injured, and the wound was still oozing blood, and his physical strength was also declining at this moment.

In my own situation, it won't take long before I lose my fighting power automatically.

Fan Yue thought to himself, instead of "sit back and wait for death", it is better to attack with all his might.

Even if they couldn't defeat their opponent, they might still be able to cause some injuries to the opponent. When Han Feng and the others came out, they would be able to save a lot of energy.

Although Fan Yue's idea was very beautiful, the reality did not come true.

That Song Qing's written attack on him didn't panic at all. With a little step on his feet, his body was like a wild goose, and he leaped up to a height of more than ten feet, and flew to the other end of the ring in an instant.

Seeing this scene, Fan Yue and all the disciples of Tiannan College watching the battle under the ring couldn't help being surprised by the opponent's superb physical skills.

But even so, Fan Yue attacked again with his sword.

But Song Qingshu jumped up again, while dodging Fan Yue's attack, he stepped on the opponent's shoulder like lightning, kicking Fan Yue staggeringly.

And Song Qingshu took advantage of his strength to rise up, his figure floating in the void like the wind.

That unrestrained and unrestrained posture attracted many female disciples of Tianyuan Academy to scream.

It has to be said that this Song Qingshu's body skills are really good, not only ingenious and flexible, but also the height of the vertical jump is amazing.

If it weren't for the defensive formation covering the ring, this guy might be able to jump even higher.

Facing an opponent with such excellent physical skills, Fan Yue, whose physical strength had already declined severely, attacked repeatedly, but he couldn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

Instead, every time he attacked, he would be hit by a pair of shadowy legs that Song Qingshu leaped up from.

Although Song Qingshu was superficially elegant, his attacks were extremely insidious, and his moves hit Fan Yue's face directly. In just a moment, Fan Yue's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his face was covered with bruises.

Although he continued to chase Song Qingshu, his steps were chaotic and his body was a little wobbly, obviously exhausted.

On the other hand, Song Qingshu, at this moment, his figure is leaping vertically, floating like the wind, chic and unrestrained.

When he was very interested, he even fanned the ink folding fan in his hand and began to recite poems aloud.

"I am originally Qingdu Shanshuilang, the Tianjiao distribution and Shukuang!"

……

"Wherever Luohua travels, she laughs into Orchid's restaurant!"

Song Qingshu waved the folding fan in his hand, leaping in the air and reciting poems at the same time, his unrestrained and extraordinary posture attracted bursts of applause and screams from Tianyuan College.

After only a moment of effort, Fan Yue's face was already swollen from being kicked by him, his nose was bleeding, and he was almost unable to stand still.

Finally, the figure of Song Qingshu jumped up and leaped over Fan Yue's head.

His figure suddenly turned over, and the folding fan in his hand flashed a blue light, and a burst of green lights blasted out, hitting Fan Yue's chest heavily, knocking him out of the way!

Fan Yue let out a muffled grunt, rolled all the way to the edge of the ring, and couldn't help vomiting another mouthful of blood.

At this moment, he has been beaten beyond recognition by Song Qingshu, and his injuries are very serious, but he still wants to force himself to stand up.

However, after trying several times in a row, he was unable to fall down, which instead provoked mocking laughter from Tianyuan Academy.

Song Qingshu on the ring was also fanning the folding fan, the master said lonely.

"Hey... I've always heard that there are so many masters in Tiannan College, and it's nothing more than that when I saw Song today."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in Tiannan College changed color. While feeling angry and angry in their hearts, they also felt hot on their faces.

How can one not feel ashamed and regretful that the best student of his own academy is being teased by the opponent in this way in the ring!

As for Fan Yue, who was already seriously injured, when he heard such contemptuous words from the other party, his whole body trembled with anger. He tried his best to support himself, trying to stand up again, to rectify the name of Tiannan College.

But the simple action of "standing" was too difficult for him at the moment.

Fan Yue fell to the ground again, his body trembling, just when he wanted to make the last effort!

Behind him outside the ring area, there was a voice.

"Brother Fan, step down and rest for a while, let me play with Mr. Song."

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Suddenly hearing a voice from behind, Fan Yue turned his head and saw a handsome young man in white walking to the edge of the ring outside the large light curtain, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Fan Yue was slightly taken aback.

"Junior Brother Han... have you recovered?"

Han Feng outside the ring nodded.

Fan Yue smiled wryly.

"Junior brother Han, brother is incompetent and failed to consume this person's combat power."

Han Feng smiled slightly.

"Senior brother fights with injuries to share the pressure for the subordinates, so why blame yourself, leave the rest to me."

Sensing the flash of strong confidence in Han Feng's eyes, Fan Yue's heart was slightly shocked, and he nodded immediately.

"it is good!"

Immediately, Fan Yue spoke directly to the two referees above the ring.

"This battle, I admit defeat!"

Hearing Fan Yue voluntarily surrendered, Tianyuan College naturally couldn't avoid a burst of cynicism.

Han Feng didn't take it seriously, and after the light curtain was removed from the ring, he went up to the stage and helped Fan Yue off the ring with his own hands.

When Han Feng turned to take the stage, Fan Yue couldn't help reminding.

"Junior Brother Han, this person's physical skills are extraordinary, and his strength should not be underestimated. You have to be more careful."

Han Feng nodded again, then jumped onto the ring lightly!

The moment Han Feng appeared on the ring, the disciples of Tiannan College couldn't help but commotion and discussion.

"This... isn't this Han Feng, the leader of the Batian Gang!"

"Ah, the rookie king of our academy is here!"

"Wow... Brother Han is so handsome!"

……

Needless to say, Han Feng's popularity in Tiannan College, especially in Qianshan, can almost be described as "everyone knows".

At the beginning, he was invincible in the primary martial arts arena, and then he led the team to win the championship in the primary trial competition, and established the Batian Gang as a primary disciple.

Having just been promoted to an intermediate-level disciple, he dared to challenge three intermediate-level organizations in the intermediate-level martial arts arena, and even smashed the headquarters of the three organizations afterwards...

It can be said that almost everything Han Feng did in Qianshan was a sensation and it was unbelievable.

Since he was promoted to an intermediate disciple, many junior disciples of the academy even regarded him as their idol and goal.

At this moment, as soon as Han Feng took the stage, a strong cry erupted from the crowd of junior disciples.

In contrast, the middle-level disciples of the college seem to agree less with Han Feng.

Seeing the other party taking the stage at this moment, there was a lot of discussion among the crowd.

"The academy actually excluded him from playing, this...wouldn't it be too much fun."

"Yes, even though this kid has the title of "Rookie King", his strength is not bad, and he is indeed one of the best among junior disciples.

But how long has he been promoted to an intermediate disciple, and the "Senior Brother Jia" who was replaced by him is the most powerful master among the nine stars of the Chen level. "

Some people also said with a half-believing mentality.

"I can't say that. This Han Feng is indeed very powerful. Half a month ago, I saw him defeat several Chen-level nine-star powerhouses in the intermediate martial arts arena. His strength may not be weaker than Senior Brother Jia. .”

"Tch, the strongest combat power of our intermediate disciples is not in the martial arts arena. No matter how powerful Han Feng is there, it will not prove anything at all!"

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People have different opinions, but it is undeniable.

As soon as Han Feng took the stage, the gloomy atmosphere of Tiannan College, which was like a pool of stagnant water, suddenly became active.

This scene also attracted the attention of Tianyuan Academy.

At this moment, they all looked at the young man on stage curiously.

After just one glance, all the senior officials of Tianyuan College couldn't help showing surprise.

"Chen-level four-star!"

With their eyesight, they could see Han Feng's true cultivation at a glance, and they were greatly surprised.

You must know that in this bet, both sides have taken out the vital treasures of their respective colleges as bets.

The disciples they sent were also the best among the intermediate disciples.

Except for the three fake star-level disciples from each faction, among the other participating disciples from the two colleges, except for Murong Cheng who just played in the battle, who is an eight-star Chen-level disciple, all of them are all nine-star Chen-level disciples.

Today, Tiannan College actually sent a Chen-level four-star spirit warrior, which has to be astonishing.

What's the situation? Has Tiannan Academy given up on the competition, or is it that the lower the cultivation level of Tiannan Academy, the stronger its combat power?

At this moment, a burst of laughter erupted in the disciple camp of Tianyuan College, mocking that there was no one in Tiannan College, and they couldn't even send out a decent disciple.

However, standing at the forefront of Tianyuan Academy's team at the moment, Vice President Zhou Shan and Dong Shanzhu, two month-level powers.

At this moment, Han Feng, who was staring at the arena, showed a strange look.

Zhou Shan narrowed his eyes and said.

"The power of this kid's dantian is quite strong, almost no less than that of a Chen-level nine-star spiritual warrior."

Dong Shanzhu on the side also blinked his wonderful eyes and said in surprise.

"This son's energy and blood are not as thick as usual, it seems that he is still a physical trainer?"

Zhou Shan glanced at the senior officials of Tiannan College not far away, and saw Gu Xuanji standing at the top of the stairs, with his hands behind his back, and he looked like an old god.

He couldn't help frowning slightly, and secretly sent a voice transmission to Song Qingshu on the ring.