"Baoba...!"

Tiannan Academy Qianshan Square, on the arena for the competition between the two academies.

I could only hear a series of explosions coming from the ring, the sound was crisp and loud, like thunder, and even with a sense of percussion-like rhythm.

In the middle of the ring, Song Qingshu finally woke up after the Korean wind was whipping like a storm.

While screaming, he also struggled with all his might, trying to turn over.

However, the kick Han Feng stepped on his chest was like a mountain of pressure, and no matter how hard he struggled, it would be useless.

So Song Qingshu could only work hard to gather spiritual power and wanted to take action to repel Han Feng.

However, Han Feng's big hands were not only fierce, but also had a fierce energy when he slapped each time.

These energy rushed into his body wildly, instantly shattering his spiritual power that had not yet condensed into shape.

Unable to struggle and unable to condense energy, Song Qingshu reached out and wanted to use the folding fan to attack Han Feng, but the folding fan had already been there, and I don't know where it was flew away.

So Song Qingshu's fate was very tragic. He was slapped by the storm of the face and destroyed about half of the incense stick.

When Han Feng stopped, Song Qingshu under him had collapsed weakly on the ground like a pool of mud, and his appearance changed drastically.

From a beautiful and spotless boy who was previously elegant and spotless, he turned into a "big-headed doll" with a serious imbalance in body proportions.

At this moment, Song Qingshu's originally handsome cheek had been completely slapped into a pig's head by Han Feng. His eyes were swollen like walnuts, leaving only two vague gaps.

At the same time, the cheeks on both sides were swollen, the skin was white and red, and the redness was blue.

The surface is even more greasy and shiny, blowing can break, tears, nosebleeds, etc., making the face full of it.

Even between Song Qingshu's legs and crotch was soaked in a wet area, and he was sobbed that he lost his restraint on the spot...

Song Qingshu at this moment is not enough to describe it by just the word "miserable", and it is completely "unable to look directly".

At the same time, the arena has long since become dead silent.

Especially among the Tianyuan Academy, the female disciples who just cheered and confessed their love loudly.

At this moment, when Song Qingshu, who was no longer a human, was stunned and speechless on the ring.

After a long time, someone finally spoke up.

"This... how is this possible? Senior Brother Song actually... lost."

"No... this is not Senior Brother Song at all. Senior Brother Song is so handsome, how could he be this pig's head!"

"Yes, this "pig head" is definitely not my Senior Brother Song, bastard, you give me Senior Brother Song back!"

...

Some voices gradually came from the crowd, which was the last stubbornness of Song Qingshu's loyal fans!

On the ring, when she heard these comments, she had completely lost her strength and collapsed on the ring, two lines of tears of despair were left in the corner of her eyes.

Immediately, he used all his strength, looked at Han Feng standing in front of him with the only gap in his eyes, and spoke hard.

“For… why?”

Song Qingshu couldn't understand that he and Han Feng had no grudges, and they treated each other with courtesy after they came on stage.

Even just now, the two of them recited poems on their own, which was an elegant thing to "make friends through literature".

But why did the other party suddenly start to attack him and use such a fierce attack on him, destroying his beauty and breaking his glorious image in front of thousands of girls in the academy? This is even more uncomfortable than killing him.

So, Song Qingshu must figure out why.

Facing Song Qingshu's complex gaze of doubt, resentment, confusion...

Han Feng sighed with a hint of guilt on his face.

"Brother Song, I'm really embarrassed.

I forgot to tell you that I hate others who steal my limelight and make better poems than me when I recite poems.

This will make me feel embarrassed. Every time I do this, I will feel itchy and want to suck someone.”

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu's eyes widened a little, and he pointed his hand at Han Feng with a trembling heart.

"you……"

Before Song Qingshu could speak, Han Feng apologized again.

"Actually, I just wanted to slap you a few times, but I hate two names the most in my life, one is "Yin Zhiping" and the other is "Song Qingshu".

Unfortunately, your name is "Song Qingshu", so I can't control myself, sorry!"

Hearing this last sentence, Song Qingshu was completely stunned.

He never dreamed that the reason why he ended up in such a miserable end was actually because of his name.

At this moment, when she saw the apologetic young man in front of her again, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a biting chill in her heart.

No wonder this person’s nickname is “The Leader of the Demon Cult”. This guy is not a human at all, he is a complete demon!

However, she did not wait for Song Qingshu to have the opportunity to appeal and condemn.

The "demon" in his eyes could no longer control himself, so he raised a big hand and slapped him again!

"Bang..."

The slap slapped Song Qingshu heavily on the face, directly slapped him out, hitting him heavily on the light curtain of the formation, and fainted on the spot.

Looking at Song Qingshu who was unable to rise to the ground, Han Feng looked at his palm again and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"Oh... it's so cool."

...

At this moment, the audience fell into a dead silence again.

After a few breaths of silence, a cheer and cheer suddenly erupted from the Tiannan Academy!

"Wow... I won, Senior Brother Han won!"

"Great, Senior Brother Han is a good example!"

"Senior Brother Han is mighty, the newcomer king is invincible!"

...

Although this battle on the ring was unexpected from the beginning to the end.

However, this does not affect the fact that Han Feng won, and it is a crushing victory!

At this moment, the disciples of Tiannan Academy, who had been in a low-pressure state and were increasingly depressed, finally had the opportunity to release them.

The cheers and cheers instantly drown Qianshan Square.

While the crowd was cheering, some intermediate disciples in Tiannan Academy who had doubts about Han Feng finally dispelled their doubts at this moment.

Song Qingshu's strength was obvious to everyone in the last competition.

Even in the nine stars of Chen level, this person is definitely a first-class expert.

However, it was such a strong man who had experienced only a short moment from Han Feng's attack to his loss of combat effectiveness.

Although it was not ruled out that Han Feng suddenly took action and caught the other party off guard.

But through this battle, Han Feng also proved his strength to the middle-level disciple circle of academy.

Han Feng's victory greatly boosted the students of Tiannan College, and also made the senior officials of the serious face smile on their faces.

Everyone didn't say it, but they all felt that this battle was too satisfying.

Especially the sound of Han Feng's slap in the face was released by the sound of a storm, which had been aggrieved for a long time.

In contrast, the senior executives of Tianyuan Academy are not very good-looking.

In this battle, the disciples of our side almost didn't even have the power to fight back. They were slapped by the other party and fainted. Everyone felt their faces burning and they felt like they were slapped in the face.

Zhou Shan's face also slightly darkened, and he felt a little unhappy.

At this moment, Gu Xuanji walked up and headed towards Zhou Shan with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, why should he look so ugly? Victory and defeat are common in military affairs.

Besides, Han Feng is only at Chen-level cultivation level, and your academy has two powerful people in the fake star realm.

It would be impossible to send one out to defeat Han Feng at will."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Shan's mouth twitched slightly. How could he not know that his cunning words were a counterattack of his previous ridicule.

It is also a "method of provoking generals" to allow oneself to continue to send a disciple of the Chen-level nine-star in the next game.

Although Zhou Shan really wanted to send a false star disciple to kill Han Feng on the ring.

But if you suppress someone by your realm, you will not be glorious enough and will not be able to suppress the other party's morale.

Zhou Shan hesitated for a moment and finally ordered again to send out the last "Chen-level Nine Star" strongman who did not compete to take the stage to fight against Han Feng.
Chapter completed!