Now, since this ignorant young headmaster gave me the opportunity to slap him in the face, it would be good to take a little revenge and let my thoughts flow through. Hehehe...
Therefore, Liang Li said in a deep voice: "Then Master, please be careful."
Fu Yang remained motionless, shaking his head gently with a smile on his face: "I don't have to be careful, you all can come together."
Ugh, so arrogant!
At this time, not only Liang Li, but also Sun Yuxiang, Yang Jianxin, Dou Tong, and Fang Hu all had obvious expressions of displeasure on their faces. They were ready to give this ignorant "new head coach" some color.
It can be seen that if a person wants to have power and status, he must be strong! As the saying goes, to strike iron, you need to be strong.
If virtue is not matched, even if there are very powerful people supporting you, you will not be able to convince the public.
The reason why Fu Yang wanted the four strongest disciples of Wong Tai Sin Temple to attack him in public was to show his direct strength in the most direct way. He had to convince the crowd!
As for that Fang Hu, Fu Yang heard him complaining and deliberately recruited him to make up for it. It was just a small joke and ridicule...
Clang clang clang!
There were clear sounds of swords trembling, and the five people opposite Fu Yang began to cast spells. The magic power condensed into swords of different shapes, floating beside them.
Liang Li is a distant relative of Huang Xuanzi, and the blood of the Liang family flows in his body, so he also has the thin power of red pine. The red and orange mana condensed into two magic swords behind him, and the air trembled slightly.
They all made a sound like ripping silk as if they were being cut.
His strength is much stronger than the headmaster Huang Xuanzi!
Fu Yang could clearly feel that once the two red and orange swords condensed by mana flew out, their sharpness and strength should be able to cut through the tank!
As for the remaining three people, Sun Yuxiang, Yang Jianxin, and Dou Tong. They do not have the blood of the Liang family, nor do they have the inheritance from a long time ago. Their magic power is naturally a soft white transparent light. It condenses into swords, guns, swords and halberds, floating around them.
As for Fang Hu, who was just trying to make up the numbers, he was like a huge stone condensed with a talisman, planning to throw it at Fu Yang...
"Junior brothers, spread out in different directions. Take action together!"
Liang Li shouted, his eyes glaring, and an angry expression on his face. He looked menacing, and with one finger of both hands, he slashed at Fu Yang with two magic swords of different colors.
oh?
Fu Yang raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "The Sword of Wrath? Not bad, not bad. In this case, the attack power has almost barely touched the edge of Qilu Zhenren."
The other four people have not learned the art of the Heart Sword, so their power to attack Fu Yang has not improved.
Whoosh whoosh!
The five people's spells attacked Fu Yang from different directions, 360 degrees around him.
Liang Li sneered in his heart: "Aren't you arrogant and arrogant? Didn't you say that you stand still and don't move your feet? Then we will slap you in the face! We are besieging you from all sides, don't you avoid it?"
In his opinion, no matter how powerful Fu Yang is, a young man in his twenties, how powerful can he be?
Did you overwhelm a Si Lu Zhenren to death? That is already considered a genius among geniuses!
Although the new head coach made a fool of himself in public as soon as he took office, and what he did was not authentic, but... didn't he ask for it? If he didn't have such an arrogant character, it wouldn't be like this.
"That's fine, since the fact that Fu Yang is already the leader cannot be changed. At least he can straighten out his character. Wong Tai Sin Temple's century-old foundation will be better than being ruined by him."
Liang Li is not a bad person, he just simply thinks that Fu Yang is not qualified to be the head coach!
The powerful spell was about to overwhelm him.
Not only that, Liang Li also held a real magic weapon - a high-level Xuan-level magic sword. Immediately after the attack of the "Wrathful Heart Sword", Fu Yang stabbed it.
He is very confident that he will not hurt the young and arrogant new headmaster. But he will give him a lesson, scare him, and make him restrain himself. Before he grows up, he should keep a low profile and don't abuse the power of the headmaster so much.
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But the next moment... Fu Yang just smiled softly and snapped his fingers.
A strange buzzing sound immediately sounded in the surrounding void, and then...
Light!
Dazzling light!
Brilliant light!
It was like a small sun suddenly appeared from Fu Yang's body, dazzling everyone present. Not only that, this light... was also colorful!
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, indigo, and purple! The seven colors are gorgeously and dreamily displayed in front of everyone.
Shock, silence, sluggishness...!
Except for Huang Xuanzi and Ah Huang, everyone present had their eyes widened, their mouths opened wide, and they let out heavy breathing sounds. They were like fish out of water.
They were completely shocked by the seven-colored light in front of them, and within a short time they all lost the ability to think.
Only Liang Li, who was closest to Fu Yang, remained clear-headed and calm enough in such a shock. It was precisely because of this that he clearly saw that the seven-color light around Fu Yang's body formed the shape of a shield. It was easy.
The ground blocked all the spells of the five of them.
Even the "Rage Heart Sword" attack that he was proud of was broken with a click in front of the colorful light shield! Then it turned into tiny light spots and disappeared...
The next moment, the seven-color light spiraled inverted with a "crash" sound. It transformed from a shield and condensed into a seven-color lightsaber in front of Fu Yang, holding it in his hand.
Then he stabbed forward with a smile.
clang!!!
There was a metallic trembling sound. The seven-color lightsaber and Liang Li's mysterious high-level magic sword collided with each other.
Liang Li felt numb in the tiger's mouth, his arms were sore, and he could hardly hold the magic sword in his hand.
Fu Yang smiled and pushed forward harder, twisting his arm slightly at the same time.
A spiral sword energy was transmitted along the blade of the opponent's sword.
Liang Li could no longer hold on, and the entire arm holding the sword instantly lost consciousness, and his five fingers opened unconsciously.
Bang!
The magic sword in his hand fell, and he staggered back a few steps. His eyes were frightened at first, and then became extremely depressed and gloomy.
Fu Yang really didn't even move his feet, and he easily blocked the five of them's combined attacks. Then he used his magic power to condense his sword energy, and resisted his own Xuan-level high-level magic sword! It was shaken to the point that it fell from his hands.
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You can't even hold the sword anymore, but you still continue to spar with each other?!
"How can you be so powerful at such a young age..."
Liang Li was extremely horrified, but suddenly, when he looked at the seven-color lightsaber in Fu Yang's hand, he seemed to suddenly think of something. His whole body started to tremble involuntarily.
Then, there seemed to be a storm in his heart. He could no longer control his emotions. He was so excited that he couldn't help blurting out, loudly: "You, are you... the seven-color spiritual power of Chisong that only exists in the legends of our lineage?"
?!"
What?!
As soon as Liang Li said this, the other disciples of Wong Tai Sin Temple who were in shock came to their senses one after another as if they were waking up from a dream.
Sun Yuxiang also looked at Fu Yang and said in a trembling voice: "Red, orange, yellow, green, green, indigo, purple...that's right, seven colors. And such a pure breath is the power of red pine.
The seven-color spiritual power of Chisong! Oh my God."
Everyone's eyes seemed to be firmly attracted by the seven-color lightsaber in Fu Yang's hand, and they were mesmerized.
Most of them grew up listening to the deeds of Liang Ren'an, the founder of the sect, and Huang Chuping, the ancestor of the Red Pine Immortal, and they all yearned for the legend of the "Seven-Colored Spiritual Power of the Red Pine".
But reason also told them that... maybe it was just a legend, because even Liang Ren'an only had five colors of spiritual power.
But today.
In the main hall of Wong Tai Sin Temple, at this moment, the legend became a reality.
This young man in his twenties, who had just taken over the position of head teacher, displayed the legendary red pine seven-color spiritual power! Moreover, the power was so great that it was simply astonishing.
Fu Yang looked indifferent and shook his right hand.
Sonorous!
The seven-colored lightsabers spread out and turned into seven lightsabers of different colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, floating behind them in a fan shape. It was like a peacock opening its tail, gorgeous and magnificent.
Fu Yang looked around at everyone, and then said loudly and forcefully: "That's right! I... am the legend!"
Although he was very calm, the domineering tone in his tone suddenly made people want to worship him. Especially the disciples present, who already had a very close and awe-inspiring feeling towards the power of Chisong.