Reborn 80,000 Years

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of 80,000 years of rebirth!Chapter 8 Are you sure you want to fight me?

"Brother Tiger is coming!"

Listening to Guo Fengxing's words, everyone immediately lifted their expressions and cheered, their eyebrows filled with excitement.

Shihu, a fourth-level martial artist, is second in the class.

With him, this game is not a problem.

Shi Hu snorted, his chin raised high, his face was proud, and he jumped directly onto the competition stage.In his eyes, there is a thick disdain.

It's no wonder that Chen Sheng is a grade behind him. It is really not challenging for this kind of person to be an opponent.

Seeing Shihu, Chen Sheng shuddered, and fear flashed clearly in his small eyes.

Obviously, he had also heard of Shihu's name.

"Guo... Teacher Guo, can I abstain?" Chen Sheng swallowed, glanced at Guo Fengxing, and asked with some worry.

Hearing this, Ban San suddenly exploded.

"Fatty, what are you talking nonsense?"

"Yes, do you still want to mix in Class 3?"

"Don't persuade, just do it!"

A group of people in Class 3 screamed immediately.

Shi Hu also sneered, and said, "Are you scared of the fat pig? If you're scared, get out of the way. You guys in Class 3 are all gangsters who can't breed?"

"Hahahaha!" The students in class one burst out laughing.

Hearing this, Chen Sheng's face was a little ugly right now, but at this moment so many people were watching him, and they had to send an arrow.

Chen Sheng let out a strange cry of "Wow, yeah," and rushed out with his scalp.

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen shook his head and retracted his gaze, without the desire to look anymore.Morale is particularly important when the two sides are fighting. Chen Sheng has already shown timidity before he fights. It doesn't matter if the result of this match is not seen.

really--

"boom"!

Within five minutes, a figure flew directly from the martial arts stage, and Chen Sheng's fat body rolled down directly, screaming on the ground.His face, knees, and palms were all torn, and red blood oozes out, making him look very embarrassed.

In five minutes, the outcome was divided.

This is the level gap.

In everything, it was in Yang Chen's expectation.

"The second game, Shi Hu wins!" Guo Fengxing shouted loudly, and there was a cry from the first class.

Next, Shi Hu was like a god of war, constantly beating the students in Class 3 and winning seven or eight games in a row.The momentum of the third class is getting weaker and weaker, while the first class is getting louder and louder.

However, this situation did not last long, until a young man with an arrogant expression came up to the third class.

This young man was wearing a white shirt and carrying a long sword behind him. He was very handsome.

After he came up, he just kicked--

Shi Hu flew upside down, his body banged heavily on the ground, ending his seven consecutive victories.

"Wu Jing!" The crowd immediately exclaimed.

"Wu Jing is so handsome!"

"Yes, I kicked that tiger with one kick, it's so handsome!"

In the crowd, almost all the girls screamed, their eyes turned into love, and they looked like an idiot toward the white-clothed boy.Even on Yang Chen's side, some girls started to cheer for this young man.

His limelight overwhelmed everyone else in an instant.

"Wu Jing?" Yang Chen squinted his eyes, thinking flashed in his eyes.

This Wu Jing is the first genius of the third class, and he is quite strong in the fifth-level martial artist, even in the top five in the entire grade.

In terms of strength, Ling Yuyao may not be his opponent either.

"No wonder, he can kick Fei Shihu." Yang Chen narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly.

On the martial arts stage, Wu Jing glanced at the stone tiger on the ground and sneered: "What stone tiger? I think it should be called stone dog. Is your class like that?"

Hearing this, the boys in Class 1 instantly looked ugly, but due to Wu Jing's strength, they dared not speak.

"Why, are you not convinced?" Wu Jing smiled faintly, then touched the long sword behind him, and said: "To deal with you, I don't even need to draw a sword."

"Ah! So handsome!"

"As expected of Wu Jing, he speaks so imposingly!"

"Yes, so handsome! My Wu Jing is the best!"

A group of girls immediately started crying and howling.

"Sword?" Guo Fengxing frowned and looked at Teacher Tan beside him, and said: "Teacher Tan, I heard that Wu Jing is from the Imperial Martial Arts Association. Is the sword behind him the Sword of Fright?"

Teacher Tan smiled and said, "Although the members of the Martial Arts Association can practice the Frightening Sword Book, this is not the Frightening Sword, but an ordinary sword. The real Frightening Sword is on the association's president."

"President... Senior Wu?" Guo Fengxing was shocked, surprised: "So, Wu Jing belongs to Senior Wu..."

"Yes, Wu Jing is the grandson of Senior Wu." Teacher Tan nodded and said: "As the descendant of Senior Wu, Wu Jing's Sword of Frightening Evil can be said to be the best used among juniors, even in the Martial Arts Association. I can’t find a few that are better than him. If I can lose under Wu Jing, Shi Hu will not lose."

Hearing this, Guo Fengxing smiled wryly and nodded, which is considered tacit.

Of course he knew the horror of Jingxie Sword.

Back then, Wu Jing's grandfather, Wu Shanhe, created his own frightening evil sword spectrum and became the strongest man in the empire within a thousand years, shaking the ruling and opposition parties.

Under the horrified evil sword, the Wuzong realm powerhouse must also retreat.

Wu Shanhe relied on this sword to cut off the title of the president of the Warrior Association.

Although Wu Shanhe is getting older now, no one dares to disrespect him from the top and bottom of the empire. Even the sage of the Qingfeng empire, the sage of the Qingfeng empire, must honor the other side as an old senior.

"Unexpectedly, today I could see the descendants of the Sword of Fright. It seems that this friendly match was done right." Guo Fengxing took a deep breath and sighed.

"Teacher Guo, I'm afraid your wish will be frustrated." Teacher Tan shook his head and smiled: "Don't say it's you, even I have never seen Wu Jing draw a sword, let alone see him using the evil sword spectrum I am afraid you will be disappointed today!"

"Why?" Guo Fengxing was curious.

"Because, no one has ever been able to force him to draw a sword!" Teacher Tan said indifferently: "In Wu Jing's view, these people are not worth his sword!"

...

On the stage of the martial arts competition, Wu Jing stood with his hands behind him, and he was invincible.

It seems that at this moment, he has become the center of the world.

"Frightening evil sword..."

In the crowd, Yang Chen murmured, with a reminiscence on his face.

Many memories are hooked up at this moment.

Long ago, Yang Chen once rescued a little boy. The little boy liked martial arts so much that Yang Chen taught him a set of swordsmanship.

Later, many more years passed.

When Yang Chen wandered around the mainland, he often heard stories about this boy.

I heard that he became a peerless swordsman...

With a sword, the chivalrous heroes fight for justice...

The trick he used was exactly the sword technique taught by Yang Chen.

"Unexpectedly, that little kid was still alive?" Yang Chen's mouth raised slightly, and a little warmth came out of his eyes.

but……

The old deceased back then has long been a nonsense, and the kid is no longer a kid, and he is not the one who clamored for Yang Chen to hold his arms and always liked to put his nose on his mouth.

It's just that Yang Chen didn't expect...

At the beginning, he taught swordsmanship only to allow the little boy to have more self-defense methods, so that he would not be bullied in the future.However, he did not expect that his unintentional actions would become a legend in the future.

Perhaps this is good luck.

...

"Ling Yuyao!"

Guo Feng walked up and said: "Next game, you are to Wu Jing!"

As soon as the voice fell, an innocent figure walked out of the crowd, stepping on the lotus steps, leaping, and gently landing on the high platform.

The girl's face was indifferent, with a serious look on her delicate face.

"Ling Yuyao played?"

"This is a good show to watch!"

"Ling Yuyao is the strongest in our class. I don't know who is better than Wu Jing?"

Yang Chen raised his head, also showing curiosity, but this curiosity was not because of Ling Yuyao or Wu Jing.

It's the horrified sword spectrum.

He wanted to know, 80,000 years have passed, has his sword skills declined?

With Guo Fengxing's order, Ling Yuyao and Wu Jing rushed towards each other instantly.

Ling Yuyao moved her palms and five fingers together, her spiritual power fluctuating, and a light blue light enveloped her, and she patted Wu Jing on the opposite side:

"Folding waves palm!"

The palm of the wind was like a sea wave, shaking a series of ripples, shaking the air into a twist.

In the face of this palm, Wu Jing didn't avoid it, but directly confronted him, and also slapped a palm:

"Palm palms!"

Peng!

When the two palms touched each other, the counter-shock force came immediately. Wu Jing only took two steps back, while Ling Yuyao took seven or eight steps back and forth before barely stabilizing his figure.

"Little girl, can't you? Why is this palm soft?" Wu Jing sneered and said disdainfully.

Hearing this, Ling Yuyao's expression changed, her small face was annoyed, and she immediately rushed up to fight with Wu Jing.

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen shook his head, already knowing the result in his heart.

Although Ling Yuyao and Wu Jing are of the same level, the former is only a girl after all, and both strength and speed are much worse than each other.What's more, Wu Jing is a member of the Wuzhe Association and has undergone rigorous training since childhood.

This time, Ling Yuyao will lose!

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Ling Yuyao's steps to become disordered, and her palms began to lose their rhythm. The little girl's face was flushed with anxiety, and sweat was flowing on her forehead.

Wu Jing slapped his backhand, and Ling Yuyao fell directly to the ground, landing on the martial arts stage.

"I lost..." Ling Yuyao gritted her teeth and said unwillingly.

Upon hearing this, the students on Yang Chen's side were ashamed.

"It's over, even Ling Yuyao lost. Who else is his opponent?" a student smiled bitterly.

The others were also desperate and couldn't help showing despair.

Even the strongest person in the class lost, who is still his opponent?

"Haha, Mr. Guo is embarrassed, it seems that this time the champion is our third class." Teacher Tan said with a smile on his glasses frame.

Guo Fengxing's expression was also a little ugly, and he said dullly: "Next, on Liu Shan!"

"Ah? I...I'm on?" A short student shivered, a little afraid.

"If you let you go, just go, where is there so much nonsense? Want to be sent off the playground?" Guo Fengxing glared at him.

Hearing this, the student swallowed and could only bite the bullet.

However, he didn't even survive two moves, so he was kicked flying by Wu Jing.

"Next, Jiang Yuan!"

boom!

Kicked...

"Gu Dong!"

boom!

Kicked...

"Taocheng!"

...

A dozen people in a row had the same ending. They didn't even hold on to Ling Yuyao for half of the time, and they were kicked off by Wu Jing.

Wu Jing is like a god of war, as if as long as he stands here, the third class will not lose, and the first class will never turn back...

"Do you have this strength?" Wu Jing sneered, and said, "It seems that the so-called Class I is nothing more than that. Doesn't even have the strength to force me to draw a sword?"

"That's it!"

The students in Class 3 also followed suit.

On Yang Chen's side, all the students had extremely ugly expressions, and sorrows appeared in their eyes.

Although they were unhappy, they couldn't say anything, after all, they did lose today.

And it was a complete loss!

"Oh." Wu Jing shook his head, and said somewhat boringly: "I thought I would meet some interesting people today, but I didn't expect them to be all this kind of stuff? I really don't know how you entered the Star Academy with your strength. of?"

Wu Jing sneered, his face full of disdain.

"Wu Jingge, there are still people in their class who haven't played!" At this moment, a voice suddenly came.

As soon as this remark came out, not only Wu Jing's people were stunned, but even the students in the first class were also stunned.

"There is no one in our class? Who?"

"Yeah, I remember they all played!"

"Who cares about him? Even Ling Yuyao lost. Do you think anyone can deal with Wu Jing?"

On the martial arts stage, Wu Jing frowned and said, "There are still people who haven't played? Who is it?"

"Wu Jingge, it's him!" I saw a young man suddenly yelled and pointed at the crowd on the opposite side.

And where his finger was pointing, there was an arrogant figure sitting impressively.

"Yang Chen?" Ling Yuyao's heart jumped slightly.

Isn't this person Yang Chen?

"Let me wipe it, don't tell me, Yang Chen really doesn't seem to be playing?"

"Are you idiot? What can you do if you play this kind of stuff?"

"That's it, it's just a trash, what's the difference between playing or not?"

Even the classmates in Yang Chen's own class were not very optimistic about Yang Chen.

Wu Jing seriously looked at the teenager who had stepped down.

Ordinary appearance, ordinary clothes, from head to toe, there is not a hint of strong breath.

It looks like an ordinary item...

Wu Jing was a little boring, hooked his finger at Yang Chen, and said, "Come on, let me beat you quickly, so I can end this boring game quickly."

In the audience, Yang Chen seemed to have heard Wu Jing's words. Yang Chen raised his eyes and smiled slightly:

"Are you sure you want to fight me?"