He looks to be in his sixties, of medium build, thin, with gray hair and dark eyebrows. He has a rosy complexion and is very energetic. His facial features are straight and sharp. At a glance, you can be 100% sure that he is young.
At that time, he must be a handsome and handsome man.
[Purple Lightning Divine Sword] Zhu Bishi.
The first of the four sword slaves under Wei Mingchen.
A true master of swordsmanship.
Looking down at mortals is like looking down at ants.
The breath bloomed slightly, and it suppressed the entire audience.
The atmosphere at the scene, which was originally full of enthusiasm, instantly felt like being doused with ice water.
Deathly silence.
Even ordinary citizens who did not understand martial arts felt a tremor coming from their life instincts and could not help but tremble.
VIP viewing platform.
Cui Hao felt as if a sword was hanging above his head, a sharp and bone-piercing feeling, locking him in place.
It seemed that as long as he said one more word, a sword light would fall from the sky, pierce him and kill him.
This majestic new city lord's profound energy was circulating, and the light in his eyes burned.
He took a slow breath.
"Zhu Shenjian, are you threatening me?"
He said slowly.
A soft but far-reaching strange power filled Cui Hao's body, resisting the overwhelming pressure of the terrifying swordsman master.
Zhu Bishi's expression changed slightly, and then she sneered.
"I didn't expect City Lord Cui to be so secretive... Haha, but I advise you not to get involved. This matter has nothing to do with you and is not something you, a little City Lord, can control."
He stared at Cui Hao and said with a sneer.
"Cheng Lord Cui is the parent official of Yunmeng City, so he is qualified to protect his subjects."
Everyone just felt like their eyes were blurred.
Ding Sanshi's figure, like a ghost's shadow, appeared on the VIP viewing platform, standing side by side with Cui Hao.
This old man wearing the teaching uniform of the Third College is not very tall, and his face is even a bit vulgar, with a triangular face and a goatee. But when he stands there, he suddenly gives people an upright and arrogant look.
It feels like my body is like a sharp sword that can pierce the sky.
[Purple Lightning Divine Sword] The terrifying coercion emitted by Zhu Bishi was offset by half in an instant.
The crowd exclaimed.
Especially some of the teachers and students from the Third Academy looked at Ding Sanshi in disbelief.
They recognized that this was a senior teacher from the college.
But he never knew that this ordinary old teacher could have such strength.
Zhu Bishi didn't seem surprised by Ding Sanshi's appearance.
He looked carefully, with a faint smile in his eyes, and said: "Ding Jianxian's injuries seem to have recovered a lot, but don't forget the naval battle agreement. I have a word before you, and you are not allowed to interfere in today's arena.
war."
Ding Sanshi said every word: "But, you have gone too far."
Zhu Bishi sneered and said: "It seems that you haven't figured out the true meaning of the agreement that day... Ding Jianxian, I will give you three breaths to retreat, otherwise, the agreement that day will be invalid."
Ding Sanshi raised his eyebrows and became angry.
Sudden--
Boom!
Another figure landed heavily on the ring.
It's Chu Hen.
This middle-aged man stood beside Ding Sanshi.
When he stretched out his arms, his sleeves were shattered, revealing a pair of Pegasus meteor arms that glowed with pale golden light in the sun. The unique metallic texture and perfect streamlined undulations made these arms, which had been forged and refined by Yang Chenzhou countless times,
It gives off a unique visual impact.
boom!
Chu Hen raised his hand and punched the sky.
A translucent fist mark visible to the naked eye struck directly in the void, punching a fist more than 40 meters long and bursting into the vacuum. It was like a crack in the void had been opened by a pear, and it had not healed for a long time.
"If it is invalidated, it will be invalidated. Whoever is afraid of whom should come and fight."
Chu Hen roared like a wild lion.
The power of the Grandmaster swept out.
In an instant, Li Qingxuan, Shen Zhijie, teachers from major colleges and universities in the city, and countless other people who were familiar with Chu Hen could not help but feel wildly shocked and horrified.
Grandmaster?
Turns out to be a Grandmaster?
This guy who lost his arms, instead of sinking, actually rose up against the odds and actually entered the Grandmaster realm?
How is this possible?
A martial arts master unexpectedly appeared in the Third Junior College.
This is a super explosive event.
The academic structure of Yunmeng City may have to be completely rewritten.
However, just when everyone was still in shock——
boom!
boom!
Two more powerful breaths erupted in the crowd.
Whoosh!
Liu Qihai and Pan Weimin appeared beside Chu Hen almost unanimously.
The two of them breathed out.
The former is the pinnacle of the ninth level great martial artist.
The latter is a first-level martial arts master.
The profound energy fluctuates like a stormy sea, radiating out in circles.
At this moment, many martial arts masters were really frightened.
Li Qingxuan couldn't believe his eyes.
Like him, many people who knew the identities of Pan and Liu really thought they were dreaming an absurd and unruly dream.
Why.
Why did these old radishes suddenly regain their second youth without making a sound, and their realms reached a breakthrough?
From the realm of a martial artist, one jumps to the realm of a master.
This is no simple breakthrough.
But the fish leaps over the dragon gate.
Once you become a master, you are like a golden roc shedding its feathers or a snake turning into a dragon.
Since then, a new and vast world has opened up.
How can you not envy others?
In the small third junior college, three such great masters suddenly appeared... What on earth is going on?
"You all want to be my enemy?"
Zhu Bishi's eyes turned cold and cold.
Pan Weimin said calmly: "A real man walks in the world and enjoys the protection of the Lord of the Sword. There are things he must do while he is not allowed to do anything."
Liu Qihai said: "Me too."
Pan Weimin added: "Lin Beichen is a student of my third college. As his teacher, I can't just sit back and ignore him when he is in trouble."
Liu Qihai said: "Me too."
Pan Weimin added: "If Zhu Sword God insists on going the opposite direction, then I, a young junior who has entered and exited the Grand Master realm, will have no choice but to use my flesh and blood body to learn the style of the Divine Sword from my predecessor."
Liu Qihai said: "Me too."
Chu Hen stabbed the side and said: "Fart, you are not a master yet."
Liu Qihai was so aggrieved that he couldn't say a word.
People are difficult to tear apart, and their souls are weak.
The director of the three grades in the Third College is the only one who is still half a step away from being able to step into the master realm. Today, this great opportunity to show off was taken away by two other beasts.
Even the lines are only three short sentences...
Life is so difficult.
Zhu Bishi raised her eyebrows.
Although he is arrogant, he still cannot boast of victory against Ding Sanshi and other great martial arts masters.
However, this is not important.
because--
“Are the puppies that have just learned to walk imitating the tiger’s roar?”
A voice with unabashed ridicule sounded from the crowd.
Someone slowly separated the frightened crowd and walked out slowly.
With every step he took, the aura on his body increased sharply, and at the same time, the ground on the school ground seemed to tremble.
Two steps...
Three steps...
Four steps...
By the time he reached the fifth step, the terrifying aura that erupted from this man's body had actually reached the Grandmaster realm, and was still rising. In the blink of an eye, it had surpassed the sixth-level Grandmaster realm.
The breath of wind is shining brightly.
Panic like the sun.
Burning like fire.
"Stay back, Rao Er will not die."
The man raised his head suddenly, his eyes like lightning and swords, staring at Chu Hen and others.
A weather-beaten face.
It's like a wanderer returning from a distant place.