Supreme Martial Artist

Ye Xinghe lazily shook his head and growled.

Taking a step forward, punching out, the dragon-elephant body activates, extremely powerful! Power surged out.

With a bang, the air exploded violently.

The next moment, the explosion echoed throughout the forging hall.

A huge black shadow flew backwards, smashing his forging shop and falling heavily to the ground.

The onlookers were all shocked. It was Du Chaowu who flew backwards! Everyone's expressions changed, they were full of shock, and they all let out low voices.

"This kid is so strong!"

"This year's rookie king is a bit scary, too scary."

"I'm afraid he won't be any weaker than ordinary upper court disciples."

Even Hou Xiuqi was full of surprise and looked at Ye Xinghe with a little more attention.

If Ye Xinghe was valued before just because of the Supreme Dragon Scale, now it is because of him himself.

Du Chaowu is also a fierce person.

He struggled to get up, his eyes still fierce and violent.

"You, you dare to hurt me, don't give me a chance, or I will kill you!"

At this moment, Ye Xinghe suddenly smiled.

"Okay, that's as you wish."

The Divine Elephant's Sky-Stepping Technique suddenly started and he stepped forward.

In an instant, he came to him.

A punch was thrown out, hitting his throat hard, directly shattering Du Chaowu's throat.

Du Chaowu flew up, with a look of disbelief on his face, and looked at Ye Xinghe with wide eyes.

It seems that even to the point of death, I can’t believe it.

He actually dared to kill himself, dared to kill himself in front of so many people! Many disciples exclaimed in surprise.

"Do you really dare to kill Ye Xinghe?"

"This person is so cruel and ruthless!"

Even Hou Xiuqi was stunned for a moment.

After a moment, he shook his head and sighed, but didn't say a word.

He just took a deep look at Ye Xinghe and said in his heart: "This child is limitless!"

Turning around, he entered his casting hall.

The elders of the Head Palace didn't say anything, and the others naturally didn't even dare to say anything.

Everyone looked at Ye Xinghe with eyes full of awe! That night.

Deep in Jixia Academy, in an ancient and solemn house.

Nangong Jin fell to his knees, his voice as dry as crying blood.

"Father, you have to make the decision for Nangong Qi!"

"You don't know how tragic his death was. His throat bone was broken by Ye Xinghe while he was still alive."

"I can't even save him if he dies of exhaustion."

"Father, Nangong Qi is the hope of our Nangong family's future."

"The only single seedling was destroyed in Ye Xinghe's hands." As he spoke, he burst into tears and suddenly coughed violently.

He was coughing up blood violently, and he was so angry that he was so angry.

Sitting at the top was an old man, seventy years old, dressed in black robes, with deep wrinkles and an old look.

He was hunched over and seemed to have a weak breath.

He seemed to be seriously ill.

But the fierce and domineering murderous intention between his eyebrows, occasionally revealed, still makes people feel awe.

This person is Nangong Qiuye, the ancestor of the Nangong family.

It is also the foundation of the Nangong family in the world, and the dean of Jixia Academy.

His expression was calm, and the slightly trembling fingers and the wishes flashing in his eyes revealed his true mood.

After a moment, he said calmly: "This time, I did that confidential matter."

"As a result, he encountered a powerful enemy and was seriously injured. He has never recovered."

As he spoke, he coughed violently, and bright red blood seeped out from between his fingers.

Nangong Jin was stunned immediately.

"Father, are you injured?" Nangong Qiuye waved his hand and continued: "And I heard that there seems to be a backer behind Ye Xinghe."

Nangong Jin was stunned.

"I have never heard of who this person is. Not only do you not know, but most people don't know either."

"I also learned by chance that his backer is Duan Chengren," Nangong Qiuye said word by word.

"What?

Duan Chengren! "

Nangong Jin was shocked all over.

"Li Chunyang and his father are both the dean of the school, and he is much younger than his father.

He has always been considered to have a bright future and is a powerful figure in the House of Lords. "

Nangong Qiuye sighed softly.

"Duan Chengren is said to have a very close relationship with Ye Xinghe, and he even stood up for Ye Xinghe."

"You also know that we are both elders. He is younger than me and his strength is not inferior to mine."

"Between the two of us, I am not as good as him."

Nangong Jin shouted out loud: "With Ye Xinghe Mirror's background, can it be that Nangong Qi's revenge cannot be avenged?"

A strange look flashed in Nangong Qiuye's eyes, "That's not necessarily true."

He looked into the distance, knocked on the armrest of the chair and said softly: "How high is Ye Xinghe on the dragon-tiger combat power list now?"

"We've reached the top eighty."

Nangong Qiuye nodded slowly.

"If I remember correctly, in three months, it will be the day of the promotion competition, right?"

"Promotion match?"

Nangong Qiujin was stunned after hearing this.

The promotion competition is a competition where the disciples of the Lower Court challenge the disciples of the Upper Court.

It is held every year on March 3rd in Yangchun.

Theoretically, all disciples can participate.

As long as you succeed in the challenge, you can step into the Upper House and become an official Upper House disciple.

Not only does his status become extremely respected, but the resources he obtains and the martial arts and martial arts he is exposed to will be qualitatively improved.

All the disciples in the Lower Court dream of succeeding in the challenge.

In theory, all disciples of the Lower House can participate in the challenge.

Of course, in order to avoid heavy casualties, certain strength restrictions will be made.

Usually only disciples who have been in the third or fourth year can be qualified to challenge.

Nangong Jin was stunned for a moment, a little confused.

Nangong Qiuye showed a cold light in his eyes.

"Ye Xinghe is so powerful now, and he has such a character, how can he not participate in the challenge then?"

"And as long as he participates in the challenge, as long as I do a little bit of manipulation, I'm afraid he will meet that person."

He whispered a name.

Nangong Jin was stunned for a moment, then clapped his hands together and laughed: "That person has always been domineering and arrogant. If Ye Xinghe meets him, the two of them will have a dispute."

"That's right."

Nangong Qiuye leaned gently on the back of the chair and sighed leisurely.

"If Ye Xinghe loses, he will definitely die."

"And if Ye Xinghe wins, the always arrogant genius and the existence behind him will be able to firmly beat Duan Chengren."

"If he takes care of Ye Xinghe then, even Duan Chengren won't dare to say anything!"

That person can suppress Ye Xinghe, and the presence behind him is enough to crush Duan Chengren! Nangong Jin was overjoyed: "Father, your plan is so wonderful, hahaha."

"Wait, then."

Nangong Qiuye said coldly: "In three months, Ye Xinghe will die!"

Nangong Jin laughed ferociously and said, "Ye Xinghe, let me see how you die!"