Lin Fei's face turned gloomy, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he snorted: "Get out if you can. What's the point of standing in the Treasure Pavilion?"
He didn't believe that Chu Yiyi's strength could be even stronger than that!
Sure enough, Chu Yiyi stepped out of the Treasure Pavilion and said calmly: "I don't need the protection of the Treasure Pavilion at all. The people who really need protection should be you!"
When Lin Fei saw him actually coming out, the smile on his face looked extremely cruel.
Seeing Chu Yiliu come out, Sun Huang carefully walked around behind him and blocked Chu Yiliu's retreat.
"Haha, you brat, you have such a bad tone. Let me see where you are going this time!" Sun Huang laughed loudly.
Chu Yiliu glanced at Sun Huang with contempt and said lightly: "Do you think your method of stimulating generals will be useful to me?"
"You hurt my brother, so you should stop thinking about running away later." His voice sounded faintly.
The onlookers looked at Chu Yiyi with strange eyes.
"This guy doesn't know how to talk nonsense. How dare he speak like this in front of four or five purple-shirted disciples." Someone murmured.
"Either you're a madman, you're a fool." Someone shook his head and said.
Everyone was talking about it, but Chu Yiliu didn't seem to hear it and stared at Lin Fei and Lin Fei.
"Hmph, then just come over." Lin Fei sneered, and six rays of spiritual power circled out. The blast of wind kicked out in the air, and the attack was extremely domineering, coming straight for Chu Yiyi's head.
If this leg were smashed hard, Chu Yiliu would be hit hard enough to have his brains shattered.
One of the disciples couldn't help but let out a soft cry, with a look of unbearable expression on his face. At this time, Lin Fei was already so angry that he didn't care too much about the rules of the academy, and he used his killing move every time he made a move.
"It's over, this guy is in bad luck." Someone sighed and looked at Chu Yiyi with sympathy.
The smile on Lin Fei's face became more and more ferocious. One leg fell in the air, and there was a faint roar in the air, like heavy thunder.
The corners of Chu Yiliu's lips raised slightly, and he chuckled: "Half wind legs, right? See how I break you!"
He moved his body and stepped on the flying firefly steps. His body was like a flying firefly dancing at night, jumping one after another to avoid Lin Fei's kick.
"Escaped?" Surprise showed on everyone's faces. Lin Fei's smile also froze.
"The top-grade Huang-level boxing technique—Dragon Elephant Boxing!"
Chu Yiliu struck out very quickly, turned his hand and punched out, five rays of spiritual power intertwined on the fist. The light reacted, and the sound of a dragon elephant roaring faintly came from the body. The momentum was magnificent, intimidating people from all directions.
"Oh my God, what is that?" In the eyes of everyone, Chu Yiliu was no longer Chu Yiliu, but a dragon elephant running wildly in the wilderness. It was so powerful that it was tearing up mountains and rocks, and crumbling trees, mountains and rivers wherever it went.
For flat ground.
It’s the artistic conception!
Few of the disciples present knew the existence of artistic conception! But the power of Chu Yiliu's punch made them feel deeply shocked, and their hearts surged.
Even Sun Huang, who was watching from the sidelines, had a look of horror on his face. He didn't expect that a new disciple's strength would be so terrifying.
"This guy can't be a monster," he murmured to himself.
boom...
Chu Yiliu punched out and faced Lin Fei's kick. With a loud noise, Lin Fei flew backwards spinning around and hit the ground heavily. In an instant, the stairs rolled down all the way.
"Ah!" Everyone took a breath of cold air.
Chu Yiliu shook his head and muttered: "It seems that I have used too much force."
"What?" Someone heard Chu Yiliu mutter in a low voice and couldn't help but exclaimed, "This guy hasn't tried his best yet!"
The person next to him swallowed deeply, unable to suppress the look of shock on his face.
Chu Yiliu didn't expect that Dragon Elephant Fist would inadvertently enter the realm of artistic conception.
The artistic conception is a very mysterious state that can stimulate the original power of the exercise. The more powerful the exercise, the easier it is to stimulate the existence of the artistic conception. This state can increase the original power of the exercise by 120% or 150%
, or even better.
The sword has the intention of the sword, and the gun has the intention of the spear. Those who understand the artistic conception will absolutely crush their peers in strength. The artistic conception is divided into four levels: entry level, small achievement, great achievement, and perfection.
Chu Yiliu was at the entry level of Fist Intent at this time.
"Impossible!" At this time, Lin Fei got up from the ground, his face was red, with veins popping up on his face. He was obviously furious. He stood under the stairs and looked up at Chu Yiliu with extremely gloomy eyes.
He was beaten so badly by Chu Yiliu!
"You brat, you've already angered me." He looked up to the sky and roared, a roar that was close to a beast's roar, extremely domineering.
A touch of golden light overflowed from his hand and fell into his legs.
The combat boots are overflowing with brilliance and golden light. Their shape is like a ferocious beast roaring into the sky, with flying temples like clouds. The aura is extremely eye-catching.
"Seventh grade combat boots!" The faces of the surrounding disciples showed endless looks of envy. This is worth a thousand contribution points, and they can usually get enough of it.
Sun Huang also had a look of envy on his face. Only a guy like Lin Fei, who has made a lot of money, can afford this level of boots.
The armor-piercing boots are paired with the blast legs, which greatly increases the power.
"Boy, just die." The gloomy look in Lin Fei's eyes rolled, like dark clouds that could not be dispersed. The stream of light burst out from under his feet, soared into the sky, and jumped ten feet high.
Everyone's eyes followed his figure, and they saw a golden stream of light falling from the sky like a meteorite, tearing the air, rubbing out flowing fire, and falling towards Chu Yiliu.
Chu Yiyi's expression darkened. He had seventh-grade combat boots. This guy was indeed very wealthy.
"However, it doesn't matter that you are rich and powerful, it just makes me not empty-handed!" He moved, and the Dragon Elephant Fist suddenly struck out.
Roar...
A dragon-elephant roar rose into the sky, and the spiritual power was intertwined and rushed towards Lin Fei.
boom...
There was a loud noise, and Lin Fei's kick was blocked. But Chu Yiliu also stepped back five or six steps, with blood pouring from the corner of his mouth.
"I have underestimated this guy." Chu Yiliu's heart moved slightly, and he felt that his blood was surging all over his body.
Lin Fei had a ferocious look on his face and said sternly: "You bastard, you must die!"
The legs danced, as powerful as the wind, and the attack was extremely fast. Everyone saw only a golden light, shining continuously, pressing towards Chu Liuliu step by step.
"The sixth-grade mortal magic weapon—Dragon Blood Scale Sword!"
A red-gold light flowed in Chu Yiliu's hand, and his spiritual power was stimulated. The countless dragon scale patterns on the Dragon Blood Scale Sword instantly lit up, and the few red-red lights were extremely eye-catching, just like the blood of the sword.
The sword light pointed in the air!
boom...
Lin Yifei's blast leg was blocked again. But Chu Yiliu still took three steps back.
"A sixth-grade magical weapon is at a disadvantage against a seventh-grade magical weapon. Moreover, although Chu Yiyiyi's strength in the fifth level of Qi Condensation is astonishing, he is still at a disadvantage against Senior Brother Lin Fei's sixth level. If the two are superimposed, they will definitely
Defeat is certain." One of the onlookers shook his head and said firmly.
Needless to say, this person is none other than Brother Luo, the good guy.
He pointed to Jiangshan, and everyone around him nodded, saying that what he said made sense.
Indeed, if the two shortcomings were added together, Chu Yiliu was indeed at a disadvantage.
"You brat, I want to see how many tricks you have left!" A cruel smile appeared on Lin Fei's face. He wanted to destroy Chu Yiliu one by one and let everyone know the consequences of offending him!
Lin Fei's attack speed was as fast as a dragon's, falling from the sky with auras intertwined with his gale-force legs and armor-piercing boots. He was extremely domineering.
Bang bang bang...
Chu Liuliu kept retreating, almost missing his footing and rolling down the mountain.
"Do you want to know how many more tricks I have? Then I'll help you." Chu Yiliu chuckled lightly. If he didn't come up with something, he might still be defeated by this guy.
The red light on the dragon blood scale sword instantly became extremely dazzling.
"The highest-grade yellow-level swordsmanship - Canglong swordsmanship!"
The blue dragon swordsmanship and the dragon blood scale sword naturally complement each other. The sword body buzzed and trembled, and the scale totem on it seemed to be tilted up. A clear sword chant sounded, and at this time, the sword in Chu Yiyi's hand seemed to be no longer a sword.
But a green dragon.
Killing with one sword, the green dragon roared, approaching Lin Fei.
The light of the sword intertwined with the shadow of the legs. The figures of the two men were scattered in all directions, and sand and rocks flew all over the stairs.
"Will Chu Yiyi lose?" someone asked in a low voice.
"I don't know." The person next to him shook his head.
"Defeat is certain!" Senior Brother Luo on the side said firmly.
"Why is Senior Brother so sure?" someone asked curiously.
"Obviously, there are three reasons why this kid is bound to lose. One is that he has already suffered a big loss in terms of spiritual power in one day. The longer the fight goes on, the bigger the loss will be. This is due to a natural deficiency; the other is the geographical advantage. Chu Yiliu is a newcomer after all.
There is nothing comparable to Senior Brother Lin's rich experience. This is a lack of acquired skills. The third factor is harmony. Senior Brother Lin is a purple-robed disciple. How can his white-robed disciples be able to fight against him? If he wins, the academy will not be in chaos.
ah."
Senior Brother Luo looked at the competition in the field and said with confidence.
After hearing this, the disciples around them all felt as if they had learned something, and 80% of them nodded in agreement.
However, before he finished speaking, he heard a scream.
Lin Fei hit the ground heavily, hugging his legs, with a look of horror on his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "You...you actually dare to cut off my legs!"
The tone of disbelief in his voice caused the expressions of everyone around him to change drastically.
Lin Fei's leg was cut off by someone!
I saw a bloody streak splitting from Lin Fei's thigh, and one of his right legs was obviously disabled!
Senior Brother Luo felt that everyone was looking at him, and he immediately smiled awkwardly. He had firmly predicted that Lin Fei would win before, but now not only did he not win, but his legs were crippled.
"It's okay for you to trouble me." Chu Yiliu said calmly. A drop of blood slipped from the dragon blood scale sword. When it hit the ground, everyone heard a clear sound. Then, his voice suddenly dropped, "
But if you hurt my brother, you have to think about whether you can bear the consequences!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of everyone around him showed expressions of horror. It turned out that Chu Yiliu had disabled one of Lin Fei's legs just for Mo Ji.
Mo Ji had a look of emotion on his face.
"Don't do this with me." Chu Yiliu glared at him and said angrily.
He looked around and saw that the purple-shirted disciple who came with Lin Fei was just a facade for him and had no strong friendship with him. When he stared at him, his expression suddenly changed with fright.
"Let's go." The purple-shirted disciples looked at each other to confirm each other's thoughts.
"Wait a minute! Who told you to leave!" Chu Yiliu said solemnly.
"Why, you still want to keep the three of us?" Sun Huang's face darkened and he shouted angrily.