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deliberately?

The ancient style is indeed intentional.

Before the life-and-death bet, Gu Feng thought that Qiu Yiming was an open-minded person, dared to act and could admit his superiority. However, now he was unable to extricate himself from the cage of failure and humiliation. It was not what he did to keep such a person who was full of hatred towards him.

Fengshen Academy strictly prohibits students from fighting each other, otherwise no matter who you are, they will be severely punished. Twenty years ago, a genius from Fengshen Academy was forced to betray the academy for killing people privately at the academy and was wanted.

However, it is inevitable that he was injured in the competition. Qiu Yiming had an accident and blamed himself for a few words at most, and he would not be severely punished. If you are not good at learning skills, I am careless and missed. Who can I blame?

The host elder quickly came to the stage and came to Qiu Yiming who was fainted on the ground. When he checked, he felt a stern in his heart. He glanced at Gu Feng with a little meaningful look. He immediately took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth, shouting at the audience: "Come here."

The two students quickly took the stage and carried Qiu Yiming off the ring to treat him. The host elder glanced around and said loudly: "Qiu Yiming suffered a backlash from spiritual power, all his meridians were destroyed, his internal organs were broken and moved, he fell into a coma, and he could not continue the competition, so he automatically withdrew."

Wow—

In the huge stands, countless students stood up in shock. If it weren't for the elder's voice, they all suspected that their ears were wrong, and their spiritual power was backfired. All the meridians were destroyed, which meant. They knew very well.

If the meridians are the foundation of cultivation, if you are slightly traumatized, you will suffer a huge impact on your martial arts path. You may even completely destroy your martial arts path and become completely destroyed.

From a saint who is above and above to a "borrow man" who is not even as good as a mortal in one night, the huge gap makes them feel uncomfortable, let alone Qiu Yiming, who has always been arrogant, is not as good as death when he wakes up, and it is better to be unconscious all the time.

Countless students involuntarily looked at the culprit. Gu Feng saw the faint smile on his face that made people feel friendly, and his heart trembled suddenly, and his words echoed in his ears.

"I never feel that my methods are ruthless or toxic when dealing with the enemy."

"I don't care whether he is a student of the Seminary or not, so what. If I can't get along with my ancient style, I will be my enemy. How can I treat the enemy with a woman's kindness?"

"Remember. Don't be used as a gun in your next life, and don't go against my ancient style. I have thousands of ways to make him live and die if he wants to live."

The students couldn't help but look at him with fear and awe. Even the elders of the elders' group changed their faces, and some elders who supported the Holy King Party were even more angry. If it weren't for the concern that the dean's Supreme Elder would have jumped out and blamed him.

The Supreme Elders sitting in the front row frowned. It was obvious that Gu Feng's methods were too ruthless. He directly destroyed an elite in the academy, but for Chen Tianlong's sake, he was clean and had no way to say anything.

The students sat down and the competition continued. Gu Feng's eyes swept over the twenty-four people in the audience, and finally stopped in front of Song Haojie. He pointed his hand and said in a deep voice: "Song Haojie, I want to challenge you!"

Song Haojie's face turned green and red. Qiu Yiming's miserable defeat turned into a waste made him feel cold in his heart. He felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have been provoked by Gu Feng.

However, the other twenty-four people were weaker than themselves and were not picky, but they looked down on themselves and challenged themselves. This was an insult to themselves naked, so how could they swallow their tone?

"Hmph, some people don't know that the sky is high and the earth is looking for death. How could that young man wield his kindness!" With a swing of his long jacket, Song Haojie flew up and landed quietly on the ring, holding a dark green flute in his hand.

"I wonder if Senior Brother Song can tell Junior Brother how high the sky is? How thick the earth is?" Looking up and down, Gu Feng had roughly judged his strength. In the middle stage of Wuzong, he was considered a strong man among the hundreds of saints of the academy. He smiled slightly and asked back.

"you--"

Song Haojie's words were stagnant. He didn't know how high the sky was and how thick the earth was. He didn't know how the great powers of his little Wuzong knew. He was extremely angry and ashamed, and he wanted to speak again. He didn't know how to say it. If he didn't speak, he would slap himself in the face.

The angry look directly destroyed the gentlemanly elegance of the seven gentlemen, the gentleman's gentleman's style, and glared on the stage, pointing at the ancient style, and fell into the eyes of many students, especially those who dislike the gentleman's party, not to mention how funny and pleasant it is.

"A tactful brat, I don't want to talk to you too much. If I don't want to break my arms and legs, I will roll down automatically, otherwise Qiu Yiming will be your end." I can't compete with the ancient style in my mouth, and Song Haojie directly suppressed people with his power.

The dean sitting in the front row looked at the host elder. The host elder understood and walked onto the ring and shouted: "Let me listen to my words first. It is inevitable to be injured in fighting. However, it cannot destroy people's cultivation and cut off people's hands and feet. Otherwise, it will be punished as the crime of killing his fellow disciples alone."

"You guys are lucky!" Song Haojie glared at him fiercely. Since the elders announced the rules, they would not dare not to obey them if they gave him ten courage, otherwise they would die on the spot. The elders, the deans, the supreme elders watched with their own eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes rolled, his eyes lit up, his face sneered, his wrist turned, and the dark green flute appeared on his chest, and he smiled evilly, "The ancients made friends with literature, and today's Japanese young master made friends with a song. I wonder if junior brother Gu Feng dared to give face, listen to this young master's song."

"Since Senior Brother Song is willing to give him a favor, I will listen."

In the previous battle, Song Haojie had never used the dark green flute in his hand. Gu Feng was curious about what methods he had. Could it be to play the flute?

"Fool."

The phoenix girl standing in the audience frowned slightly, her red lips lightly raised, and she spit out two words, which made Fengzi's surprised gaze. She immediately smiled slightly, looked at Gu Feng and shook her head.

"Oh, no. That big fool Gu Feng was hit by Song Haojie's hypocrite's plan, but he didn't even know. Idiot, stupid, big fool!" Mo Wu slapped his thigh, shouted, and jumped off Yi Ru and the others.

"Sister, can you not be so shocked, okay? People's hearts are almost scared by you." The huge profits next to Mo Wu were very unlucky, and she was tortured by her. "Don't the hypocrite just want to play a broken song? What's the fuss about?"

"You know what a big deal!"

Mo Wu swears and spits, and she squirts with great profits, and she shrinks her head into her neck, almost becoming an ostrich. "What kind of song will the hypocrite be kind to play? He wants to play "** Song"!"

"**Q?" Yi Ruo murmured, Liu Ye's eyebrows tightened, and her heart was full of confusion. She was a great man and was proficient in almost all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she had never heard of "*Qu".

"You don't know how powerful "** Song" is, because everyone who has heard the ** Song is dead." Mo Wu's face was solemn, and the mountain peaks on her forehead were raised, which made She Wang and others surprised that she had been so heartless and happy that she was very happy.

"Everyone who has heard of it is dead, how do you know, sister?" asked in a daze, profitable way. As soon as he said that, he wanted to just slap himself. Isn't this asking for death?

The fist that had already been holding her head and staring at the storm came, but it had not arrived for a long time. She turned her head secretly and saw that she was not angry, and she secretly called luck in her heart.

Mo Wu glared at him, his face full of worry and said, "I also heard from my grandfather. She asked me to be careful of the hypocrites of the gentleman party. He specifically mentioned Song Haojie's "** Song". It is said that as soon as the "* Song" was released, he would involuntarily immerse himself in the sound like the sound of nature, unable to extricate himself, until his soul died."

"Will you just block your ears and not listen?" asked in a daze.

"The terrifying thing about "The Song of ** is terrifying in this place. You are confined to the six awakenings. It can still stimulate the soul in your body and make your soul jump with the notes until it no longer has any soul power, or the soul leaves its body, becomes a lonely ghost, a living zombie."

"Sister Wu, what should I do? Gu Feng?"

"** Song" is so terrifying. Yi Ruo was shocked. He looked at the ancient style of standing still on the ring and waiting for the song tones. He pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes were shining.

As if he was drained of energy, Mo Wu sat in her seat with her butt, looking down at the bottom with her eyes blankly, and murmured: "What can I do? I can only leave it to fate."

"At worst, just admit defeat."

He still muttered indifferently, not at all, not impressing how horrible the song "**" is.

On the ring, Song Haojie looked at the ancient wind who looked at Jinghou Jiayin, with curious eyes, and smiled in his heart: "Things that don't know what you don't know, when you hear the song, it's time for you to go to hell. But it's worth your death. Being able to listen to this song of the young master is your great fortune. You must know that Junziwen and others don't know it, let alone hear it."

The spiritual power in his body resurrected, and a bright fluorescent light appeared in the dark green flute in his right hand. His hands were like golden fingers, flashing with golden light.

Notes flew out from the flute hole, like elves among flowers, dancing and jumping on the ring square. It makes people feel involuntarily there. It seems that there is a sea of ​​flowers around, with graceful fragrance of flowers lingering at the tip of the nose, colorful butterflies dancing, and children full of innocence are chasing and playing.

As the notes change, the sound of low waves in my ears sounds, and the sound of rustling is deep, quiet, and lonely. A small boat floats above the waves with the wind, rising and falling, rippling with the waves, a bright moon rises from the sea, quietly illuminating the tide??
Chapter completed!