Reborn 80,000 Years

“Brother Hu is coming!”

Listening to Guo Fengxing’s words, everyone immediately shook their expressions, cheering, and the eyebrows were filled with excitement.

Shihu, Level 4 warrior, is second in the class.

With him, this game is not a problem.

Shihu snorted, with his chin raised high, with a proud face on his face, he jumped directly onto the Martial Arts Competition Stage. In his eyes, there is a thick disdain.

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

When he saw Shihu, Chen Sheng shivered, and fear flashed in his small eyes.

Apparently, he had also heard of Shihu’s name.

“Guo…Guo Teacher, can I abstain?” Chen Sheng swallowed saliva and said, glanced at Guo Fengxing, and asked with some worry.

Hearing this, Pan San suddenly exploded.

“Fatty, what are you talking nonsense?”

“Yes, do you want to mix in Class 3?”

“Don’t persuade, just do it! “

A group of people in Class 3 immediately screamed grimly.

Shi Hu also sneered, and said: “You are afraid of the fat pig? If you are afraid, get out. You guys in Class 3 are all gangsters who can’t breed?”

“Hahahaha!” The students in class 1 burst out laughing.

When he heard this, Chen Sheng’s face was a bit ugly for a moment, but at the moment so many people are watching him, and the arrow is on the line.

Chen Sheng gave a strange cry of “Wow, yeah,” and he rushed out with brace oneself.

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen shook the head, withdrawing his gaze, without the desire to look any longer. 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.

Sure enough—

“peng”!

Within five minutes, a silhouette flew directly from the Martial Arts Competition Stage, and Chen Sheng’s fat body rolled directly down, screaming on the ground. His face, knees, and palms were all torn, and bright red blood oozes, looking very embarrassed.

Five minutes, the outcome is divided.

This is the level gap.

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

“The second game, Shihu wins!” Guo Fengxing loudly shouted, and there was a loud voice from the first class.

Next, Shihu is like a War God, constantly beating the students in Class 3 and winning seven or eight games in a row. The imposing manner of Class 3 is getting weaker and weaker, while in Class 1, the voice is getting louder and louder.

However, this situation does not last at all for how long, until a young man with an expression of arrogance comes up to the third class.

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

After he came up, it was just a kick—

Stone Tiger flew directly upside down, his body banged heavily on the ground, ending his seven consecutive wins.

“Wu Jing!” In the crowd, there was an exclamation immediately.

“Wu Jing is very handsome!”

“That is, 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 youth. Even on Yang Chen’s side, some girls started to cheer for the boy.

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 number one genius of the third class. He is a Fifth Level martial artist and is quite powerful. Even in the entire grade, he can rank in the top five.

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

“No wonder, he can kick the flying stone tiger with one kick.” Yang Chen squinted his eyes, lightly said with a smile.

On the Martial Arts Competition Stage, Wu Jing glanced at the stone tiger on the ground, said with a sneer: “What stone tiger? I think it should be called a stone dog. The people in your class are like this. Is it?”

When he heard this, the boys in the first class looked ugly, but due to Wu Jing’s strength, they dare not speak.

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

“Ah! Very handsome!”

“As expected of Wu Jing, he speaks so imposing manner!”

“Yes, that’s so handsome! My Wu Jing is the best!”

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A group of girls immediately wail like ghosts and howl like wolves get up.

“Sword?” Guo Fengxing frowned, looked at the side of Teacher Tan, and said: “Teacher Tan, I heard that Wu Jing is from the Imperial Martial Arts Association. Could the sword behind him be a shocking evil? Sword?”

Tan Teacher laughed and said, “Although people in the Wuzhe Association will cultivation the sword manual, but this is not a sword, but an ordinary sword. The real sword is The association president is there.”

“President…Senior Wu?” Guo Fengxing was shocked and surprised: “putting it that way, Wu Jing is Senior Wu’s…”

“Yes, Wu Jing is the grandson of Senior Wu.” Tan Teacher nodded, said: “As the successor of Senior Wu, Wu Jing’s sword manual is the best used among juniors, even in the Wuzhe Association. I can’t find a few that are better than him. Shi Hu will not lose if he can lose under Wu Jing.”

Hearing this, Guo Fengxing laughed bitterly, nodded, which is considered a default.

Of course he knows the horror of the sword manual.

At that time, Wu Jing’s grandfather Wu Shanhe created his own sword manual and became the Number One Powerhouse within a thousand years of the empire, shaking the ruling and opposition parties.

Under the evil sword, Martial Sect powerhouse also has a strategic withdrawal.

With this sword, Wu Shanhe cut off the title of the president of the Warrior Association.

Although Wu Shanhe is getting older now, no one dares to disrespect him up and down in the empire. Even if the sage of the Qingfeng Empire is here, he must call him Old Senior.

“Didn’t expect, I was able to see the descendants of the sword manual today. It seems that this friendly match was done right.” Guo Fengxing breathes deeply, sighing.

“Guo Teacher, your wish may be lost.” Tan Teacher shook the head, said with a smile: “Don’t say it’s you, even I have never seen Wu Jing draw the sword, even more I haven’t seen him use the sword manual! You are afraid that you will be disappointed today!”

“Why?” Guo Fengxing was curious.

“Because, no one can force him to draw a sword!” Teacher Tan said indifferently: “In Wu Jing’s view, these people are not worth his sword!”

… …

On the Martial Arts Competition Stage, Wu Jing stood with his hand in his hand, and he was invincible.

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

“Sword manual…”

Among the crowd, Yang Chen murmured, his face filled with reminiscence.

Many memories were hooked up in this brief moment.

A long time ago, Yang Chen once rescued a little boy. The little boy liked martial arts very much. Yang Chen taught him a set of Sword Art.

Later, many more years passed.

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

I heard that he has become a peerless swordsman…

With a sword, the heroes fight for justice…

The trick he used is exactly Sword Art taught by Yang Chen.

“Didn’t expect, that brat was still alive?” Yang Chen’s mouth raised slightly, and a little warmth came out of his eyes.

But…

Things have remained the same, but people have changed. Brat is no longer a brat. He is not the one who clamored for Yang Chen to hug In his arms, he always likes to put his nose on his mouth.

It’s just that Yang Chen didn’t expect…

At the beginning, he taught Sword Art just to allow the little boy to have more self-protection methods so that he would not be bullied in the future. However, he didn’t expect that his unintentional actions have become a legend in the future.

Perhaps, this is fortune plays with people.

……

“Ling Yuyao!”

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

tone barely fell, a pure silhouette walked out of the crowd immediately, stepping on the lotus step, the lovable body jumped and gently fell on the high platform.

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

“Ling Yuyao is on the court?”

“Here is a good show!”

“Ling Yuyao is the strongest in our class, I don’t know She compares with Wu Jing, who is more powerful?”

Yang Chen lifts the head, also showing curiosity, but this curiosity is not because of Ling Yuyao or Wu Jing.

It’s the sword manual.

He wants 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’s palms and five fingers are close together, and the spirit strength on it fluctuates, and the pale blue rays of light cover it, and shoot towards Wu Jing on the opposite side:

“Layered Wave Palm!”

The palm wind is like a sea wave, shaking a series of ripples, shaking the air and twisting it.

Faced with this palm, Wu Jing did not evade, but directly confronted him, and also slapped a palm:

“Palm palm!”

peng!

The two palms touched each other, and the anti-shock force came immediately. Wu Jing only stepped back two steps, while Ling Yuyao, on the other hand, took seven or eight steps back and forth before barely stabilizing. Stature.

“Little girl, you can’t do it? Why is this palm soft?” Wu Jing sneered and said disdainfully.

Hearing this, Ling Yuyao’s complexion changed, her face was angry, and she immediately rushed to fight with Wu Jing.

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen shook the 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. Even more how, Wu Jing is a member of the Wuzhe Association and has undergone strict training since childhood.

In this game, Ling Yuyao will lose!

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for Ling Yuyao’s steps to become chaotic, and her palms began to lose their rhythm, and the little girl’s face was flushed with anxiousness, and sweat on her forehead.

Wu Jing slapped his backhand, and Ling Yuyao fell directly to the ground, landing on the Martial Arts Competition Stage.

“I lost…” Ling Yuyao gritted her teeth and said unwillingly.

Hearing these words, the students on Yang Chen’s side were ashamed.

“It’s over, even Ling Yuyao lost. Who else is his opponent?” A student said with a bitter smile.

The other people are all desperate and can’t help showing despair.

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

“haha, Guo Teacher sorry, ha, it seems that this time the champion is our third class.” Tan Teacher helped the glasses frame said with a smile.

Guo Fengxing’s face is also a little ugly, and he said dullly: “Next, on Liu Shan!”

“Ah? I…I am on?” A short student shivered. For a moment, some fearful words.

“If you let you go, just go, where is so much nonsense? Do you want to be sent off the playground?” Guo Fengxing glared at him.

Hearing this, the student swallowed saliva and said, he could only brace oneself.

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

“Next, Jiang Yuan!”

Boom!

Kick to fly…

“Gu Dong!”

Bang!

Kick and fly……

“Taocheng!”

……

A dozen people in a row, all of them are the same In the end, they didn’t even hold on to Ling Yuyao for half of the time, and were kicked off by Wu Jing.

Wu Jing is like a War God, as if as long as he stands here, the third class will not lose, and the first class will never turn over…

” Is this strength?” Wu Jing sneered, and said: “It seems that the so-called squad I is only this, does it 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 have very ugly faces, and aggrieved eyes appear.

Although they are unhappy, they can’t say anything. After all, they really lost today.

And I lost thoroughly!

“Oh.” Wu Jing shook the head, somewhat boringly said: “I originally thought I could meet some interesting people today, but didn’t expect them all? How did this kind of strength enter the Skystar Academy?”

Wu Jing sneered, his face full of disdain.

“King Ang, there are still people in their class who haven’t appeared!” 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 yet? Who?”

“Yes, I remember all of them played!”

“Who is he ? Even Ling Yuyao lost, do you think there is anyone who can deal with Wu Jing?”

On the Xi martial stage, Wu Jing frowned and said: “There are still people who have not played? Who is it?”

“Wu Jingge, it’s him!” I saw a teenager suddenly yelled and pointed at the crowd on the opposite side.

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

“Yang Chen?” Ling Yuyao’s heart beat slightly.

Isn’t this person Yang Chen?

“Damn, don’t tell me, Yang Chen really didn’t seem to be on the court?”

“You idiot? What if this kind of stuff is on the court?”

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“That’s all, what’s the difference between not playing or not?”

Even the classmates of Yang Chen’s own class are 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, without the breath of powerhouse.

It looks like an ordinary item…

Wu Jing is a bit boring, and he hooks his finger at Yang Chen and says: “Come on, let me beat you quickly, so hurry up End this boring game.”

The audience seemed to have heard Wu Jing’s words. Yang Chen raised his eyes and smiled slightly:

“You are sure to Fight with me?”