Zhou Yun saw that the beauty was still depressed, and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, this has nothing to do with you at all."
"He's telling the truth." Even Shen Yinying nodded in agreement. A young disaster star would cause a lot of trouble no matter where he went. If no one came to find trouble for ten and a half months, it would be a miracle.
It is estimated that Mouyun is used to getting into trouble. The black-haired girl's bad luck is nothing to him. It is just like a common occurrence and is normal.
"Do you need me to come to the rescue?"
At this time, a gentle voice came to his ears, and Zhou Yun recognized that it was the voice of Milan Shuai Guo. Although he didn't know what magic the other party used to secretly ask him, he waved his hands angrily... Why should I fight? help?
Maybe Milan also wanted to see how a certain cloud behaved. When he saw him shaking his head and rejecting his kindness, he stood quietly and watched, planning to stop him when necessary. The black-haired girl wanted to help, but her own curse would expand infinitely and affect innocent people. She can help the boy solve temporary troubles, but she treats the symptoms rather than the root cause and cannot eradicate the source of the trouble. If not, it may lead to even greater disasters.
But at this moment, a group of people who had just been running in anger probably saw the ghost princess standing next to a certain cloud, and they didn't dare to step forward at all. The senior students who knew the girl's rumors were also afraid of causing misfortune. They hesitated. After a while, a leading guy pointed at Zhou Yun and shouted: "Come out!"
Zhou Yun pulled out the last wooden thorn from his arm, threw it at the opponent's feet, and asked with a nonchalant expression: "Do you want to see me for anything?"
"I heard people say that you are very cool. On the first day you came to school to register, you injured my brother." The boy with the hedgehog head looked down at the boy. Mouyun was very distressed to find that the scaled-down version of himself was less than 1.6 meters tall. No wonder the secretary mm I think he is cute, not handsome...
At this time, Qin Meng'er quickly bit the young man's ear and whispered: "He is Feng Yan, the son of the general of the Western Expedition of the Jin Kingdom. It is said that Kong Wu is very powerful. With the combat value of a top swordsman, he can challenge an intermediate great swordsman."
"Who is your brother?" Zhou Yun asked knowingly, but he didn't bother to despise his opponent. He was so powerful that he could challenge an intermediate swordsman. His own little girl, Xiaoshuang, could kill several tons with one slap.
"Li Shengtian." Feng Yan gritted his teeth and replied. The fat principal did his best to suppress the matter. He also used the contact crystal to personally apologize to the Emperor of Jin, and used the name of the 'Ghost Princess' to suppress the matter.
However, when the children were dissatisfied and sought someone to vent their anger on, he was beyond his reach. After all, it was impossible for the principal to stay by the boy's side. Even if he could protect him for a while, he would not be able to protect him for the rest of his life.
"It turned out to be Fatty Fatty's accomplice..."
"How dare you insult me, the Crown Prince of Jin!"
"Idiot. Didn't you just say that I'm very sexy? I'm going to show you now." After saying that, Zhou Yun's afterimage flashed, and he punched in the face with lightning speed. It's better to strike first, anyway. The other party has already hurt him, and he has the right to fight back, both emotionally and rationally.
Zhou Yun's attack was very sudden, but the opponent was well prepared. When he saw that his fist was about to hit the bridge of the boy's nose, an inexplicable wall of air blocked him.
The young man punched so fast that Feng Yan had no time to react. He could only stare at the fist that was so close, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. At the same time, he secretly praised himself for being smart, and asked his buddies to give him a magic shield before making a fuss.
Zhou Yun's actions were like a fuse, immediately igniting the flames of war.
Feng Yan is not a fool. Observing the speed of the boy's shots, it can be concluded that the boy's strength is extraordinary. He can't even see the movement trajectory of the opponent clearly. If he really wants to fight, there is obviously no chance of winning. However, it doesn't matter if he can't beat him in a one-on-one fight.
But there are many friends: "Brothers, come together! Give me a lesson to this ignorant brat, let him know how to respect the seniors!"
"Wind Blade!"
"Fire Arrow!"
The two senior magicians immediately took action after hearing this. It is estimated that they often act together, and their spellcasting cooperation is very tacit. The interweaving of wind and fire immediately caused a chain reaction. The combination of wind, fire and arrow blades turned into a golden cross in the blink of an eye. The speed and power directly increased to a higher level.
, the green lawns along the road were instantly wiped out...
"Oops!" Qin Meng'er was shocked. Wind Blade and Fire Arrow are both low-level magics. They are not very powerful. Even low-level mages can cast them instantly. The person they hit will only be slightly burned or scratched. With her healing skills, it can be healed in half a day.
It can be cured. But the combination of the two is like a bomb, containing explosive properties, which may cause death.
"Move the flowers and replace the trees!" Zhou Yun casually made a move, and an incredible miracle happened. The cross ray of light originally shot towards him actually returned to the original path.
After the last camp battle, the boy learned the secret of controlling the elements of all things. The super compound magic of thousands of people can resolve it, so why do you need to worry about two little minions joining forces?
"Be careful!" There are estimated to be seven or eight people who are looking for trouble for the young man. Excluding two or three of Li Shengtian's followers, there are a total of five senior students with fighting ability. Three of them are melee swordsmen and two are long-range magicians.
When Zhou Yun rebounded the magic, the two senior swordsmen beside Feng Yan quickly ran to the mage and raised their swords to block, releasing their fighting spirit to resist the blast of wind and fire.
The five of them are a group. The adult senior students are all in groups of five, and they start to perform tasks under the leadership of the teacher. And protecting the mage is the first task of the swordsmen...
"Don't be careless, this guy is very evil." Feng Yan warned the young man, the swordsman's skill in rebounding magic is not without, but it requires very exquisite micro-control, even a great swordsman can't do it, let alone a little swordsman.
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Zhou Yun's miraculous counterattack technique immediately attracted the attention of the students on the lawn. They originally thought that Feng Yan bullied junior students, which seemed not interesting. This kind of incident often happens on campus. But now, something seems very wrong. Feng Yanwu
The people were actually prepared, but the junior students held their hands and shouted with a faint smile: "The upper division is nothing more than that."
I have to say that Mouyun’s words made many people feel unhappy, especially the senior students who were training on the lawn. Just imagine a junior high school student suddenly said to a high school student, you are so weak. How disrespectful would that feel? Where should I put the senior’s face?
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"Can't you just say a few words less!" Qin Meng'er glared at the young man, cursing the bastard for being so arrogant that even she couldn't stand it anymore. Look at those senior students, their faces were full of bad luck, and they seemed to want to join Feng Yan's crusade.
A certain cloud.
"Oh, has he always been like this before?" Xi Yue turned to her secretary sister in a rare move and asked, after all, the girl had already talked to her before.
"I think he has been very humble today." Shen Yinying rubbed her forehead and recalled the young man's heroic deeds in the past. Today's situation pales in comparison.
"Now I believe that I have nothing to do with his misfortune." The black-haired girl couldn't help but laugh: "He completely brought it on himself."
"It's better to be low-key." Some seniors who couldn't understand Mou Yun's style came up to watch, seeming to want to cheer Feng Yan up.
"Although there is a word low-key in my dictionary, it is not suitable to be used on you." Zhou Yun thought so. Qin Meng'er said that if he injured a senior student, he would definitely attract revenge. The so-called short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. , he is now putting the senior students in front of him in one fell swoop. If anyone comes to cause trouble in the future, he will have to weigh his own strength.
After that, Zhou Yun made a casual move, and on the weapons rack in the center of the lawn, an unopened spear flew through the air into the young man's hand like a fish on a hook.
"Light body technique!"
"Speed Movement!" The two mages teamed up to use passive magic. The boy's speed was too fast. If they didn't improve their agility, their own people would not be able to keep up with the rhythm at all, and would only be beaten passively.
"Formation!" Feng Yan held the iron sword tightly and led his two brothers to form a triangle to outflank the opponent, intending to attack from different directions, leaving the young man panicked and surrounded by enemies on three sides.
The surrounding senior students couldn't help but chuckle when they saw this. According to the positions of Feng Yan and the other three, it was obvious that the wind residual electric control formation taught by the teacher of the higher education department could maximize the attack speed through the coordination of comrades. For the junior students who have not yet been exposed to formations,
It's definitely a catastrophic situation.
"Go!" Feng Yan and the three of them joined forces, and the figure was like a wisp of residual wind, whirling around the young man, and then the three swords attacked together, as if they wanted to kill the enemy.
However, Zhou Yun's performance shocked the senior students. He could be seen swaying forward, backward, left, and right, perfectly dodging the three people's joint efforts with minimal translation, and he looked as relaxed as if he was doing radio gymnastics.
The junior students, including Qin Menger, were all dumbfounded.
"He... is so awesome!" A girl in the same class said dumbly. Gold always shines. At this time, someone finally noticed that a certain cloud was sharp.
"There is a huge difference in experience between the two parties." In the eyes of the handsome teacher, the boy was like a veteran who had experienced many battles and was teasing children without restraint.
"Teacher Milan, why are they so different in experience?" another girl asked.
"Let me give you an example, do you think wild tigers are more powerful, or fed tigers?" As a teacher, you should take the trouble to help students clarify their doubts.
"I understand!" The girl nodded excitedly, she liked the handsome guy the most.
Milan's eyes returned to the young man. Frankly speaking, he felt a little uncomfortable with the metaphor he just made. The two tigers are the same kind. Even if there is a gap, they still have the strength to compete. But the situation in front of him is simply like three hares who don't know whether to live or die.
The Challenge of the Jungle King.
Seeing that their classmates were defeated by the arrogant juniors, the senior students felt a little anxious. They looked at each other and joined the battle one after another.
Admittedly, everything was as expected by Zhou Yun, just like going to school and seeing classmates in his class arguing with others. No matter who is right or wrong, as a classmate, he will definitely support him.
Seeing that five more senior students had joined the battle group, Zhou Yun shouted "Well done!", then raised his gun and performed the fifth form of Haotian's Marksmanship: Thousands of Guns fired in unison.
Countless sharp blades followed like a shadow, like a huge wave, accompanied by a sharp buzzer, directly flying away the ten students of the Advanced Department in front of them.
The young man stabbed the gun as fast as pear blossoms in a rainstorm. The sharp blade tore through the void to generate wind, blowing the green lawn and scattering the grass. Even though the opponent was protected by a magic shield, he screamed in pain and fell back several meters.