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Chapter 85 The Battle of January

"A hypocrite is a hypocrite. He obviously hates me so much in his heart, but he pretends to be magnanimous. It's really ridiculous!"

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth tilted slightly, with obvious ridicule: "I, Qin Feng, act upright. I look down on you, so I just said it directly. I think you are a scum, just a rat shit, ruining the soup of Tiannan College."

His behavior of adding fuel to the fire made everyone frown slightly.

Everyone really didn't understand how Qin Feng could be so arrogant.

"Haha! Then how do you want to clean up this rat shit like me? How about a life-and-death battle?"

Wen Ruyu no longer concealed her true nature and said with a sinister smile.

"Life and death battle? It seems really good!"

Qin Feng said calmly.

Well!

Everyone was startled.

To be honest, Wen Ruyu just wanted to attack Qin Feng's arrogance.

He would not think that a warrior who might only be at the first level of Xingsha would have the guts to accept his challenge.

Now, he actually got a positive answer from the other party.

For a moment, Wen Ruyu even felt that there was something wrong with her ears.

When he heard the incredible screams of the warriors around him and the ridiculous laughter of his followers, he realized that he had heard correctly.

ecstatic!

This was his first thought.

The life-and-death challenge is a good way to solve Qin Feng's case in an upright and fair manner.

Then, his face was shrouded in a little haze.

humiliation!

To be challenged by a warrior who has not even reached the perfect level of Xingsha with an indifferent expression is an insult to his character.

"You are seeking death on your own! Don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"

As if she thought of something, Wen Ruyu's expression suddenly changed, with an endless sneer: "Does someone want to set a life-and-death battle in a few years? And now, he is trying to gain fame by challenging me.

Bar!"

"That's it! A sinister villain!"

"I see! That's what he thinks!"

"Forget it! A despicable and shameless person, knowing that there is a ban in the academy that forbids students from fighting in private, started to plot against Young Master Wen Ruyu. We don't have to look forward to the so-called challenge!"

"Junk!"



Before Qin Feng opened his mouth, those Wen Ruyu's die-hard supporters had already begun to use words to ravage Qin Feng thousands of times.

Qin Feng was never one of those people who swallowed his anger.

"As expected, if you are close to vermillion, you will be red, if you are close to ink, you will be black, or the smell is the same. You should never expect a follower of a hypocrite to be a gentleman. I never said a few years. A month! Qinglian tops the list.

The position is mine!"

Qin Feng first cursed those lackeys, and then announced the January War.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was moved by it.

Is Qin Feng crazy?

Wen Ruyu is a strong man who is faced with all kinds of difficulties.

Even in the kingdom, he is still a great figure. And what about Qin Feng? At best, he is just a Xingsha warrior. The gap between the two is so huge that it is not even an order of magnitude.

Wen Ruyu was stunned for a moment, then burst into surprise.

In just one month, Wen Ruyu still didn't believe that Qin Feng, a turtle in a urn, could quickly ascend to the secret realm of heaven and man and turn around?

"Clown, I will wait for you to personally deliver the head to my hands in one month!"

Wen Ruyu walked away in a hurry.

Those die-hard followers naturally followed.

When they left, their pink eyes fell on Qin Feng, making disdainful mocking sounds.

"I finally understand why the little bumpkin Qin Feng can travel through the forty-nine heavenly gates!"

One of the warriors gave Qin Feng a thumbs up.

But this is not a compliment, but an irony: "Because you don't have strong mental power. In addition, you have no brain at all. You can't even detect the strong mental pressure caused by the martial arts combat skills above Tianmen."

Those warriors who were originally shocked because of Qin Feng and passed through the forty-nine paths of Tianmen, now showed expressions of sudden enlightenment.

"I'm just telling you! With his real ability, how could Qin Feng pass through the forty-nine portals!"

In fact, even if they all know that Qin Feng passed the forty-nine heavenly gates with his true ability, they will also make up various stories to criticize Qin Feng and damage his reputation. Even if it is true, they will only

Try every means to make it fake.

"Can I understand that the gentleman Wen Ruyu is able to step into the forty-three gates of heaven because he is an idiot and mentally retarded?"

Qin Feng did not look at the warrior, but focused on the gentleman Wen Ruyu: "It seems that you should take some time to take good care of your dog."

Wen Ruyu's expression was gloomy, but he didn't say anything.

But in his heart, he secretly blamed his followers for not having any brains.

"That's not what I meant!"

There was panic on the man's face and he quickly explained.

It’s just this kind of explanation, it’s better not to explain at all.

That kind of extraordinary panic still made people doubt Wen Ruyu's private character.

Qin Feng naturally noticed the resentful eyes of the young man named Shen Qi.

He didn't take it to heart at all, and then his eyes fell on Zuo Qian: "Now, should you live broadcast Chixiang? I believe many warriors would like to see it!"

His left front foot went weak, his whole body lost strength, and he knelt down.

"Withered? Where has the arrogant attitude of being bossy just now gone? Now, I want to be a grandson! It's too late!"

Qin Feng's words gradually became more and more fierce, and the blood was boiling. The blood-soaked gown turned into a majestic mountain peak like a hunting flag, making people feel that the air had become solidified.

His figure walked towards the left front.

With every step he took, his momentum surged. The not-so-fast steps were like stepping on his left chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"No! I don't want to eat Xiang!"

Zuo Qian's expression was shrouded in endless panic, as if he was extremely frightened.

However, when Qin Feng's figure appeared in front of him, the left front suddenly roared, and his whole body was filled with aura, like a demon that had been dormant for thousands of years, as ferocious as a ghost.

"Damn it! Go to hell!"

A sudden attack from the left front shocked everyone. They saw that the fist light, lingering with endless blood, was about to pierce Qin Feng's chest.

There were screams and screams all around.

Qin Feng, faced with the almost sneak attack, seemed to be frightened and stayed there motionless. He allowed the fist that burst out with endless punching light to hit his chest hard.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sounds like bells in the morning and drums in the evening made many warriors look in disbelief.

What's going on?

How can a human body make such a sound?

Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, Zuo Qian, who had been so aggressive just now, suddenly had a distorted face, and his fist, which was glowing with fists, bent unnaturally.

"Ahhh!"

A hoarse scream followed.

baffling!

Everyone is like a two-foot-tall monk who is confused. (To be continued)


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