Chapter 277 Ye Xinghe! Let me see how you die!

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 resounded throughout the entire 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 cried out in low voices.

"This guy 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 we valued Ye Xinghe 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 fierce.

"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 Heaven-Stepping Technique suddenly started, stepping forward with one step.

In an instant, he was in front of him.

He punched out and hit 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 I can't believe it even to the point of death.

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 thought to himself: "This child is limitless!"

He turned around and 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 for the future of our Nangong family."

"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, wearing a black robe, 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, is still awe-inspiring.

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 his 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, your injury..."

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..."

Nangong Qiuye said word by word: "Duan Chengren."

"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, could 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's current rank on the dragon-tiger combat power list?"

"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 when he heard this.

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

It is held on March 3rd every year 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 will their status become extremely respected, but the resources they receive and the martial arts and martial arts they are exposed to will also 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 entered the third or fourth year can be qualified to challenge.

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

There was a cold glint in Nangong Qiuye's eyes.
To be continued...