The fighting arena was already crowded with people and very lively.
After a night of fermentation, the news about Long Fei winning eight games in a row and confessing his love to Oya has spread throughout the first grade department. Many people are filled with indignation and want to see who dares to steal the goddess from them.
"I'll just see who doesn't want to fuck anymore."
"How can Goddess Oya be confessed by a handyman disciple? This is an insult to our Zhanwu Academy."
"We will not allow you to blaspheme the goddess!"
"I will crush him no matter what today."
"I'm going to beat the shit out of him and make him kneel in front of Teacher Oya to apologize."
…
There were fierce shouts in the martial arts arena.
Many people's faces were extremely angry.
In their hearts, Oya is an inviolable existence of the goddess. If you are not absolutely strong, then you are not worthy of confessing to the goddess Oya.
You must at least have the cultivation level of the Golden Immortal Realm to be qualified.
However.
They were all wrong.
Confession doesn’t care about your level of cultivation or how strong you are. What matters is whether you dare or not. You dare not do anything. You are doomed to fail in your life.
As long as you dare to do it, you will be one step closer to success.
certainly.
The distance between Long Fei and Oya is thousands of miles, so this small step is insignificant and basically ignored.
"coming!"
"Wang Qingshan is here."
"It's really here!"
Wang Qingshan walked into the martial arts arena, and many people looked over.
now.
The aura on Wang Qingshan's body became a little different and stronger than yesterday!
Compared with yesterday, his understanding of sword intention has become a level higher, and his sword-drawing style has been practiced to the point of astonishment.
"Senior Brother Wang, beat him to death for Goddess Oya."
"Senior Brother Wang, you must vent your anger for our Zhanwu Academy and beat that handyman disciple back to his original form."
"We must make him look good!"
Wang Qingshan's face was expressionless. The purpose of his coming today was to trample Long Fei under his feet.
Also at this time.
Another place.
Long Fei, Sun Datou, Fan Tong, and a group of six or seven people from the army all walked into the martial arts arena wearing the clothes of servant disciples. Their clothes were clearly visible to everyone.
Inferior.
Humble status.
The people in the martial arts arena could tell it at a glance.
"The boy is here."
"He is really a handyman disciple, I thought it was a fake."
"Common servant disciples should do your duty well and go to the martial arts arena to get the ceremonial skills. This is not the place where you can get the ceremonial skills."
"Boy, I will never let you win again today."
"Common servant disciple, get out of here."
There was more ridicule today than yesterday.
Also more naked.
Long Fei clenched his fists and said coldly in his heart: "Let's see if you can still laugh."
Sun Datou reminded: "Long Fei, don't be affected by them. Just be yourself and you will be able to do it."
Long Fei said: "Thank you Sun Tou."
Finished.
Long Fei walked towards the martial arts arena.
"The handyman disciple should clean the house well. Your status is so low and humble. Who gave you the courage to confess your love to Oya?"
"What qualifications do you have to say that?"
"Get out of here."
"This is no place for you."
"A good handyman disciple is not good enough, but he wants to become a cripple."
Not even a step was taken without countless ridicules and shouts.
Long Fei is unhappy!
Very unhappy!
But he held back, and the best way to deal with these mockers was to crush his opponents in the ring!
Wang Qingshan also walked to the ring.
Walking slowly from east to west, Long Fei looked at Wang Qingshan in the distance and was secretly shocked, "His aura has become much stronger in just one night."
"It seems that Oya is quite capable."
"That's right. How could one of my Eight Great Vajras be a mediocre person?"
Long Fei laughed in his heart.
Thinking that Oya was one of his eight Vajras, he couldn't help but get excited. He thought that the eight Vajras were all male, but he didn't expect that the Sword Power Vajra was actually a female.
And she is also an unparalleled swordswoman type woman.
Very strong!
Incredibly strong.
Almost at the same time.
Long Fei and Wang Qingshan walked onto the martial arts stage.
Wang Qingshan changed his low-key tone yesterday, looked at Long Fei and said: "I will trample you under my feet, and I will use the sword in my hand to make you pay for blaspheming the teacher."
Very strong.
Long Fei smiled slightly, looked around, and said, "Your teacher didn't come."
Wang Qingshan said: "Teacher will not waste time in a place like this, let alone a small handyman disciple."
"I don't care who you are or what background you have. I want to tell you one thing. You are not qualified to confess your feelings to the teacher."
"Because of your identity!"
"Not worthy!"
There was anger in his eyes.
Long Fei's eyes were filled with anger, and he curled up the corner of his mouth and said coldly: "You don't deserve it, do you?"
Wang Qingshan said: "The handyman disciples should have the consciousness to be a handyman disciple. In the history of the God Emperor Academy, no handyman disciple has ever been able to become a formal disciple, and neither can you!"
There was contempt in his eyes.
The same goes for the people around the fighting stage, with contempt in their eyes.
They disdain it.
The handyman disciples will never be able to get on the stage.
Long Fei's face remained smiling and said: "Let's get started. I will let you know what qualifications mean, what it means to be worthy, and I will also let you know what it means to break history!"
I don’t want to be wordy any more.
I am extremely unhappy.
Wang Qingshan breathed out gently, the breath on his body became cold, and he instantly entered the beheading state, and said solemnly: "Bet everything."
Long Fei said: "Bet everything!"
As soon as the words fell.
Wang Qingshan moved the sword in his hand, stared at Long Fei and shouted, "Get down!"
Sword drawing style!
Super invincible version of drawing sword.
Very fast!
Long Fei also exhaled a breath and said secretly: "Sure enough!"
"but!"
"I'm faster than you!"
Long Fei moved his right hand, and the magic sword fell into his hand. The sword intention of Wuji Kendo was released, and he stepped forward to meet him, saying: "Then let's see who lies down."
Same action.
The same momentum.
They are all drawn sword style.
It's not clear who is faster.
The moment the two swords touched, the swords rang out, the void exploded, and the powerful sword intent collided, making a creaking sound like powerful metals colliding.
"Buzz!"
"boom!"
A powerful shock wave of power erupted, and Wang Qingshan's body jerked back, his face turned pale, blood boiled under his chest, and his right hand holding the sword began to tremble.
Long Fei stood still, motionless.
It seemed like just one move, but it took dozens of moves!
Long Fei said slightly: "You lose!"
His voice fell.
The whole place was in an uproar, everyone was shocked, and many people didn't even know what happened.
"Are you qualified enough?"
"Are you worthy now?"
Long Fei's aura became arrogant and domineering, he glared and shouted, "Is that enough?"