But before he could react, Wang Tianfang found that Qiao Ye's fist had already arrived in front of him and hit him hard on the nose.
Severe pain came and his nose was sore. Wang Tianfang almost cried out instinctively. He covered his nose and kept retreating. But at this moment, Qiao Ye took another step and kicked Wang Tianfang in the chest, kicking Wang Tianfang again.
Take several steps back.
"Sure enough, you are in the Martial Spirit Realm, and you are not an ordinary person who can withstand beatings." Qiao Ye smiled and said, "But, I told you, you will regret it."
Wang Tianfang spread his palms, and there was a bright red color in his palms. There was an obvious smell of blood in his nose, and he said angrily: "Boy, you are dead!"
Wang Tianfang obviously didn't expect Qiao Ye's fist to be so hard. Moreover, in full view of everyone, he saw blood from one punch. This was not a slight loss of face, which made Wang Tianfang even more angry.
But just when Wang Tianfang roared...
Wang Tianfang only felt his eyes blur. The two of them were obviously five or six meters apart, but Qiao Ye seemed to be in front of him in one step, which was extremely abrupt.
Qiao Ye's attack was like a violent storm, giving Wang Tianfang no chance to breathe. The moment Wang Tianfang was forced back, Qiao Ye had already stepped forward again.
boom!
Qiao Ye suddenly stepped forward and punched Wang Tianfang hard on the chin.
Wang Tianfang raised his head and tilted his body backward involuntarily. When Qiao Ye approached again, he raised his fist fiercely and struck out.
boom!
The fists of the two collided, making a loud noise.
In a battle of strength and power, an extremely pure bombardment, the muscles on the arms of the two people suddenly swelled, trying to overwhelm each other. Around the two people, due to the violent collision, a circle of air waves was pushed around.
Click, click...
The bluestone tiles on the arena continued to withstand the impact, and began to crack continuously. Cracks appeared one after another, and countless stone chips flew up and splashed in all directions.
"ah……"
Wang Tianfang watched his arm being slowly pressed back. He felt in disbelief at first, and then became extremely angry.
Are you not as good as Qiao Ye?
How can this be!
I am in the Martial Spirit Realm, so why am I inferior to a brat in the Pure Bone Realm? How can I lose to the opponent in terms of my physical strength!
"Die to me!"
Wang Tianfang violently raised his foot and kicked Qiao Ye in the waist. The huge force caused Qiao Ye to slide out.
But in the eyes of others, it was clear that Wang Tianfang lost this formation. It was obviously a competition of strength, but Wang Tianfang took the lead in using other moves, which meant that Wang Tianfang's strength could not compete with Qiao Ye.
Angry and angry, Wang Tian didn't think much about it when he kicked out. But after he kicked out, he realized this, and the anger in his heart naturally became more intense. He didn't want to admit at all that he would not be able to fight Qiao Ye.
With a roar, Wang Tianzong stood up, jumped five or six meters, and came directly to Qiao Ye, raised his fist and swung it down.
But at this moment, Qiao Ye suddenly squatted down.
This move seemed a bit inexplicable, but the next moment, everyone let out a cry of surprise.
Qiao Ye put his hands through the gap between the cracked bluestone tiles, and then...
Boom!
The bluestone tiles that were two meters wide and a palm thick were dug up from the ring by Qiao Ye.
Ji Wuyuan wiped his hands with cold sweat. This was even harder than stepping on the bluestone tiles. The arena was specially built for the Martial Spirit Realm. If you step on it, it will be crushed. But trying to dig up the bluestone tiles is equivalent to dismantling the arena.
, you know, the bluestone bricks are all painted with formation engravings.
Qiao Ye is not a fourth-class student, so he doesn't know the tricks of the arena. Anyway, ordinary fourth-class students would not dare to do this because it is simply impossible. What is even more shocking is that Qiao Ye actually dug out the bluestone tiles.
, and then raise it high above your head.
"How perverted is this kid's body?"
Many people have the same thought in their heads.
The next moment, Qiao Ye roared, raised the bluestone brick board high above his head, and when Wang Tianfang landed in front of him, he swept the entire bluestone brick board over.
boom!
Wang Tianfang leaped in mid-air to attack, without any focus at all. He watched the bluestone bricks coming towards him, and the strong wind roared in front of him. He wanted to dodge, but there was no way to avoid it, and he couldn't dodge at all. Then there was a loud noise.
After Wang Tianfang received a solid blow, the bluestone tiles fell into pieces. Wang Tianfang's body was directly blasted out. After falling on the ring, he rolled continuously and almost fell out of the ring.
Bang, bang...
Qiao Ye clapped her hands, shook off the stone chips on her hands and said: "Nineth on the fourth-class credit list? It's nothing more than that, it's too useless!"
In fact, the credit list does not completely represent the strength, because the credits mainly come from the trials in the Blood Sea Academy. Therefore, the number of times you participate in trials also depends on how many credits you have.
Of course, although it cannot completely represent the strength, it is also an important basis for strength. Wang Tianfang can rank ninth among the fourth-class students, which at least means that he is definitely the leader among the fourth-class students and has the strength to hit the third-class in a short time.
the presence of students.
"Wang Tianfang, can you do it?"
"What the hell are you doing? You can't even defeat a kid who just entered school. How embarrassing is that!"
"If you can't do it, get off here and let me get up!"
Qiao Ye's words obviously aroused public outrage. Even if Wang Tianfang is ranked ninth, what does it mean if they are ranked lower? Aren't they even more useless?
"shut up!"
Wang Tianfang roared angrily and wiped the blood on his face. His handsome face was completely distorted by anger, and he looked at Qiao Ye fiercely.
Wang Tianfang's anger had reached its peak. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he ran wildly in the direction of Qiao Ye.
"Crush you, crush you, crush you..." Wang Tianfang punched Qiao Ye continuously and said, "I must crush you!"
Qiao Ye's expression was indifferent, and she kept moving around, avoiding Wang Tianfang's fists.
Ji Wuyuan shook his head under the ring. Wang Tianfang was already half crazy and was carried away by anger. This kind of powerful and heavy continuous bombardment was Qiao Ye's specialty, not Wang Tianfang's. Although Wang Tianfang was not a nimble way, he was also
It's not a strength type, this style of play is just looking for a beating!
really……
boom!
Just as Ji Wuyuan was thinking about it, the moment Qiao Ye sidestepped again, he suddenly hit Wang Tianfang's lower abdomen with an uppercut.
"Cough, cough..."
Wang Tianfang's body bowed, his mouth opened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The arena was filled with dots of bright red.
The next moment, Qiao Ye directly raised her foot and kicked Wang Tianfang in the chest, sending Wang Tianfang flying out and rolling against the ring.
Ji Wuyuan shook his head, feeling that it was not easy for Wang Tian to let go of this kid's head?