He had just been promoted to Tiansheng and actually defeated a Tiansheng's first-level peak. Moreover, the other party was the adopted son of a monarch. He is worthy of being a monster that is rare in a thousand years in the Taoist Palace!
In surprise, they even forgot to cheer for Gu Fenghua.
"Young Master!" However, several young saints who accompanied Duan Yixing to the academy responded faster and rushed forward in unison.
At this time, Zhe Duan Yixing was not depressed after being injured, and his face turned bloody. The holy robe on his body had turned into pieces, and of course the close-fitting underwear was not spared. He only had a pair of shorts on his body, his chest, arms and thighs were exposed in the morning.
In the cold air.
For the first time in his life, his whole body was exposed to the public in the hall. Duan Yixing was embarrassed and angry, his mind buzzed, and he was even lost for a moment.
Several companions quickly came to their side and took out the healing pill with all their strength.
"Gu Fenghua, how dare you hurt my young master? Do you know who my young master is?" One of them even drew out his long sword and pointed at Gu Fenghua and shouted fiercely, but he did not dare to jump onto the stage. It was obviously a fox and a tiger's power.
Pretend to act.
What a joke? Even Duan Yixing, who is the adopted son of the king, was chopped into a pig with a sword by Gu Fenghua. Aren’t they looking for death when they rushed up? Just pretend to show Duan Yixing.
"There is no high or low on the holy war stage. Why, let him hurt me, a disciple of the Taoist Palace, and a disciple of the Taoist Palace cannot hurt him? Or, do you want more people to bully fewer people?" Gu Fenghua didn't even look at him directly
He said with contempt at first glance.
As soon as the words fell, a cold light flashed around. Although no one completely drew out the sword, it was already full of light after just half an inch of popping out.
The young man who pretended to be loyal to Duan Yixing immediately stopped talking, more people bullied fewer people? Look at the dense figures around him, isn’t it obvious who bullies who?
"Don't you put on his clothes? Tsk tsk, I didn't see that, how do you take care of your skin normally?" Gu Fenghua looked at Duan Yixing, who was only a pair of shorts, sighed, but his eyes were full of them.
The meaning of joke.
"Clothes!" Duan Yixing's confused mind finally recovered and roared at several followers who were still busy stuffing the healing pills into his mouth, and his face was even red as if blood was about to drip.
He is the closed disciple of the Grand Master Qingyun, and his adopted son. He was actually naked and exposed in full view. Such a shame is even more than the shame his ancestor had suffered when he knelt on the ground to save Rao.
And even more so.
He came back to his senses and wanted to take a holy robe out and put it on, but the previous sword holy energy was exhausted, and the robe on his body was broken, and he was somewhat backfired, so that his qi and blood flowed backwards, and even the storage bracelet
Can't even open.
"Hurry, find the holy robe to change to the young master." The followers woke up from their dreams and quickly turned up the holy robe in their storage bracelet. Soon, a tall follower found the holy robe.
It quickly covered Duan Yixing's body.
Duan Yixing's face, which was so red that it was almost bleeding, became a little better, and his eyes were tightly looking at Gu Fenghua.
If his eyes could kill people, Gu Fenghua believed that he had been cut into pieces by him, or even broken into pieces. But unfortunately, his eyes could not kill people, so her expression was still so calm.