"Xiao Qiyue, you piece of shit, you bastard, what can you do to me no matter how capable you are? Do you still dare to really destroy me? If you have any sense, get off the stage. For the sake of my hometown, I will spare you a life.
Life. Otherwise..."
"Alas...women are so clueless that it makes people speechless..." Many people sighed secretly in their hearts. Even if you have a backstage master, you can't make people come off the stage like this, right? Everyone wants to save face.
"People are just like this. Zhao Yingying is no better than Zhou Wen. Xiao Qiyue has to endure it if he wants to save his life."
"That's right. Who dares to mess with the Thirty-Six Sects? Haiyun is not powerful enough. Even Master Duanmu cannot be stupid enough to challenge Du Junlian."
…
"Don't talk nonsense. I don't usually hit women. But if a woman is too stupid, I will teach her a lesson." Xiao Qiyue snorted.
"You are the idiot, eat my 'Wushuang Slash'!" Zhao Yingying raised her eyebrows and was furious. The genuine Wushuang Sword given by the master raised a sword shadow, pulled out eight cold plums and stabbed Xiao Qiyue.
.
There was actually a long purple-black shadow trailing in the sharp sword light.
Xiao Qiyue swept through thousands of troops and swept them away with one punch.
A piece of bright light forms an arc of energy, destroying the dead and destroying the dead, and it is nourishing!
Zhao Yingying screamed and was swept off the stage immediately.
"Miss Zhao, your face!" As soon as she raised her head, someone screamed in fright. Because Zhao Yingying seemed to be disfigured.
Her whole face looked as if strong acid had been poured on it, it was too miserable to look at.
"Hit!" Zhao Yingying's followers were frightened when they saw it. How should they explain it when they got back? They gritted their teeth and pounced on Xiao Qiyue with their troops.
"Presumptuous!" Feng Lei catcher Tieqi's face turned cold. He jumped forward and slapped a palm in the air, knocking more than a dozen guys to the ground.
"The game is fair and no one is allowed to cause trouble!"
"But he ruined our girl's face."
"The disfigurement was something he brought upon himself." Tie Qi said coldly.
"Tie Qi, you are actually covering up Xiao Qiyue, what kind of referee are you?" The followers pointed at Tie Qi and loudly accused him.
"Idiot! Haven't you seen it? Zhao Yingying has a trace of aura hidden in the sword light. And the aura actually contains poison. If Xiao Qiyue is attacked, he will not only be disfigured, but even worse, his body will be broken into pieces.
Duan." Tieqi hummed.
"I said, hurry up and help her get healed. This is called the 'Poison of Yin'. Once infected, it penetrates deep into the bone marrow, and not even Daluo Jinxian can save her." The referee, 'Fairy Qichen', is a seventh-grade pharmacist.
He said with a frown.
"Ah, what should I do with the poison?" Chen He, the leader of the team, was frightened. He quickly asked someone to lift Zhao Yingying and ran to the medical hall of the fighting field.
"Hurry up and summon the second elder, this is serious!"
"Report to the Pavilion Master quickly and ask the trainer to come down the mountain to treat the injury..."
A series of orders came down, and soon, multiple talismans flew out.
"I didn't expect that disciples from famous sects could be so despicable and shameless." Someone sighed.
"They are all sanctimonious people, bullshit famous people."
"Should!"
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'Down with one punch!'
After ten consecutive battles, Xiao Qiyue got a nickname. He only punched one, and the opponent either lost his arm or his leg.
He won consecutive battles, and the three parties of the Royal Academy were frightened. The geniuses of the three parties called him "Crazy Xiao" behind his back.
However, Xiao Qiyue is measured.
Xiao Qiyue acted more lightly when he met Chu Bai and several "truck cards" who were suspected to be related to Mi Qiutu's operation.
Otherwise, how can you enter the secret realm of the imperial capital if you are disabled?
After winning twenty games in a row, Chu Xiang, the most vocal champion, was finally ushered in.
Today's Arena No. 1 was really crowded, and Prime Minister Chu was still wearing the majestic and domineering royal attire.
He looked relaxed and walked onto the ring calmly.
Of course, Prime Minister Chu also won twenty games in a row.
It's just that it was easier for Prime Minister Chu to win. After all, people are like the shadow of a famous tree.
Players who encountered him basically chose to admit defeat directly. Therefore, although Chu Xiang played twenty games, he basically never made a move.
Sheng Sheng is naturally more beautiful, more majestic and domineering than Xiao Qiyue.
"Senior Xiao, use your fists to tell Prime Minister Chu how to behave?" Po Jiangdong and other students from the Imperial College all shouted loudly, waving their fists like chicken blood.
"A winning streak..."
"No. 1 in Imperial College..."
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"Are you going to get out by yourself or should I break your legs and throw you down?" Chu Xiang looked at Xiao Qiyue with contempt.
"What did you say?" Xiao Qiyue raised his eyebrows.
There is a good show to watch...
The people below all stretched their necks, and the people who couldn’t be seen from behind even put their feet up so high that they wanted to climb onto the shoulders of the people in front.
"Didn't you understand? I don't want to repeat it a second time." Chu Xiang raised his eyebrows. Xiao Qiyue actually discovered some abnormal phenomena from Chu Xiang's popularity.
It seems that Prince Xing is telling him that he must kill Xiao Qiyue.
And Prime Minister Chu treated him like this, seemingly with the intention of being merciful and sparing his own life, which seemed quite strange.
Is Prime Minister Chu really that kind-hearted? Or maybe he has an ulterior motive.
However, Xiao Qiyue felt some rebelliousness from the popularity of Prime Minister Chu. He had a character of not bowing to the powerful and going his own way.
This guy has a lot of personality!
"Hit! I'll just give it a punch." Xiao Qiyue nodded. Immediately, the crowd burst into boos, and the fellow students from Imperial College naturally looked disappointed.
So cowardly!
Shame on you!
"One punch! I'm afraid you can't even survive my half-punch." Prime Minister Chu still had the same arrogant, self-admiring and contemptuous expression on the world.
"Come!" Xiao Qiyue pounced forward, the stars flashed in the sky, and a dragon roared and moved with the fist. This was the second form of the "Dai Long Throwing", "Dragon Gang Hand", which he had just learned.
The shadow of a fist was so fast that it looked like a golden dragon roaring away.
boom!
The arena shook violently, and the true energy exploded, causing the arena shielding circle set up by the Gray family to break open like a spider web.
Even a trace of the escaping Zhen Gang swept away a large audience. After a crackling explosion, dozens of painful warriors rolled on the ground.
"After a while, come again!" Chu Xiang was aroused. Just now, the fists collided, and even with five points of his own strength, he was able to get a good result.
"I'm just good at punching you, so I won't fight you. Goodbye!" Xiao Qiyue said in a few words and admitted defeat, jumped off the ring and left.
For a moment, Prime Minister Chu felt relieved on the ring.
No, just seeing a person who can throw a few punches actually stopped punching, everyone felt a sense of loss in their hearts.
Prime Minister Chu was also puzzled. Xiao Qiyue obviously still had the ability to fight again. Of course, he had absolutely no hope of defeating him. Why didn't he stop fighting?
Chu Xiang's heart was scratching like a cat, itching uncomfortably.
"Why don't you fight? You don't seem to be much worse than him? If you are willing to fight hard, maybe there is still a little hope. Alas... What a pity..." Back at the academy, even Haiyun was a little puzzled.
"Haha, senior brother, you are wrong!" Xiao Qiyue smiled.
"Did I make a mistake again? Where did I go wrong?" Haiyun asked.
"He is not my opponent, but I don't want to beat him now." Xiao Qiyue smiled, with a relaxed look on his face.
"You beat him? I don't think there is much hope. This, junior brother, there must be no falsehood in fighting, and you must not be blindly confident." Haiyun shook his head.
"Why should I lie to you?" Xiao Qiyue stretched out his palm, and a spiritual light loomed above it.
"You, you...are you in the Spirit King realm?" Haiyun was shocked.
"Not yet, half-step to the Spirit King realm. Senior brother, do you think I am blindly confident?" Xiao Qiyue said with a smile.
"You are simply a pervert!" Haiyun glared at Xiao Qiyue fiercely, and suddenly laughed wildly, "Okay, okay, okay. This way, I can leave with more peace of mind."