"call out!"

Countless fragments carried the power of thousands of pounds, like sharp arrows piercing the sky and burst into pieces.

"Who dares to trek into our Zhongzhou Club?"

Mo Shaocang changed his color. He was able to set up an organization and wantonly blackmail new students, relying not only on the strength of the 19th in the Qianlong List. Behind him, there are also top ten figures supporting him!

In addition, most of the resources he receives every year have to be given to a core disciple.

Because of this, even elite disciples are unwilling to offend him. He acts alertly and never messes with some truly potential freshmen.

Therefore, Zhongzhou will always exist safely, and it is still a matter of time when people are knocked to the door like today.

A look of anger appeared on his face. Mo Shaocang tried his best to shake his long sleeves, and a black whirlwind rushed out, suddenly rolling up all the fragments and flew into the air!

"Boss Mo, it's them." Gui Wusha retreated a few steps back. When he saw Yang Lie, he subconsciously felt his abdomen tightened.

"So you took action to injure someone from my Zhongzhou Association? Do you know-"

Mo Shaocang's eyes suddenly narrowed and his figure suddenly disappeared.

"laugh!"

A sharp sound of splitting the sky suddenly appeared, and a palm covered with a strong golden light slapped at Yang Lie's chest, followed by Mo Shaocang's voice: "How stupid are you?"

"Be careful! That's the 'black gold silk hand'!"

Chen Aoxue exclaimed that she had a natural keen instinct for intelligence collection. Although she was bullied these days, she also found out the news about the Zhongzhou Society clearly.

This mysterious gold silk-making hand is ranked among the middle-class martial arts, which is a secret teaching of the academic institution. The exchange price reaches 3,000 credits, and its power is not inferior to "catching a dragon's qi claw".

Moreover, Mo Shaocang has practiced the "Nine-point Inner Yuan". With one palm, even the refined steel can be smeared into soft frost!

Listening to the sound of the cry, Mo Shaocang showed a strange smile: "The strong are respected in this world, and the weak's pitiful sympathy can only be trampled on the ground! Little sister, now, let me teach you a good lesson!"

"rumble!"

Suddenly, a strong trembling sound broke through the air, and golden lights roared and scattered like shaved fish scales!

Mo Shaocang's palm was pressed against a robe sleeve. The attack that could open mountains and crack stones could only make the robe sleeve move.

Facing his astonished eyes, Yang Lie smiled faintly: "Although it makes sense, it's a pity that you are not a strong man."

"boom!"

The five-point inner Yuan power rushes out like the Yangtze River, and an illusory sword shadow faintly emerges from Yang Lie's sea of ​​consciousness—

The prototype of the sword intent!

With the unparalleled power of martial arts will, Yang Lie's robe sleeves seemed to be filled with iron mercury, and suddenly swung them out!

"Bang!"

Mo Shaocang's palm was thrust away, and his powerful force whistled like a top, and bounced out with a "swoosh" sound and smashed heavily on the wall of the hall.

The broken bricks and wooden beams shattered down, and his body slid down in a mess, and finally fell to the ground.

"hiss!"

Gui Wusha and others opened their eyes violently. The people at the top of the Qianlong List of Xinsheng Academy were obsessed with practicing and rarely appeared, so Mo Shaocang was almost the dominant existence.

What they see is often the majestic scene where "Boss Mo" is lofty and no one dares to rebel wherever they pass. How could they ever see such a embarrassing situation?

Even Ling Haojian and others were sucking in the air. They have been instilled with the concept of how powerful the "Qianlong List disciple" has been instilled in the past few days. In their opinion, although Yang Lie has repeatedly created miracles, his cultivation level is still low, and secondly, his strongest method, "Quick Xuan Array Flag", was asked again, how could he be Mo Shaocang's opponent with one palm?

As a result, it was so unexpected.

"For the sake of being a disciple of the school, I originally wanted to teach you a lesson and didn't want to do it seriously. I didn't expect you to be so ruthless! Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Mo Shaocang's cheek muscles twitched wildly, and there was a violent flame of anger burning in his eyes. With a loud roar, his body flew up and his palms slapped.

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!"

Long silver-white cracks burst out from his palms, like cages, and banged towards Yang Lie—

The Heavenly Prisoner of the Black Gold Wire Hand!

Neiyuan, martial arts, and mysterious weapons are the three most basic combat powers of warriors in the Wanxiang Realm. Since the Xuanjin Silk Hand is a secret master of the Tianlang Academy, its power is much greater than that of ordinary middle-hand martial arts.

This move has reached the perfect state. Although it is still a distance from the artistic conception level, its power is enough to kill the third level of ordinary world realm.

With one blow, the air around him was instantly solemn and his power was obviously much stronger than before!

"Stop! The Tianlang Academy strictly prohibits fighting among ordinary students. If you hurt Yang Lie, you will not be able to get it yourself!" Chen Aoxue said loudly.

This is an open rule, so Zhongzhou will oppress Ling Haojian and others, and also need to force him to go to the "war room" before he can take action.

Mo Shaocang smiled arrogantly: "A mere freshman, not even a formal student, and even if he dies, the school will not pay much attention! Do you really take yourself seriously? When I destroy your cultivation, I will give you a crime of "collusion with the demon clan" and see if anyone claims justice for you!"

The strong prey on the weak!

No matter how brilliant and nice it is on the surface, the Tianlang Academy is still playing this trick. If the freshmen students contradict the elite disciples, it is the following. And the elite disciples teach the freshmen a lesson, it is "instructing the backwards"!

Even the core disciples can turn black and white around and frame the students, but no one dares to refute them!

This is the biggest rule of the Tianlang Academy.

"Oh."

Lie raised his head slightly and faced the fallen prison. He suddenly smiled, with an incomparable mockery in his smile, "Then, if I ruin you, I wonder if anyone will tell you justice?"

"Just--" Mo Shaocang subconsciously scolded coldly, but before he could fully shout out the scolding, a look of horror surged in his eyes.

"Bang!"

In his sight, nine red patterns appeared all over Yang Lie's body. In an instant, he did not look like an ordinary body, but was closer to the dragon and beast, and endless power of blood surged out.

Bow and bounce the back!

The body shook, and thirteen sword shadows suddenly condensed behind him. All the sword shadows seemed to be summoned invisibly, roaring together into a torrent of starlight, like a meteorite slamming upwards-

Star-Resistance Sword Technique! Meteorite Critical Strike!

Yang Lie initially integrated these two martial arts. Although it has not yet been achieved, its power is comparable to that of the top middle-class martial arts!

"Kala!"

The prison formed by silver-white silk thread paused strangely, and for a short while, shattering for a while. The power of the anti-shock attacked, and a crack sound came from Mo Shaocang's arms, and his skin exploded!

"ah!"

Mo Shaocang was shocked and angry, and let out a long roar, and his body burst into pieces, "How could you be so strong?"

A storm born in the martial arts arena that day, although there are many spectators, Mo Shaocang is not qualified to go. In addition, under the power of the People's Congress, no one dares to publicize it.

Therefore, Yang Lie's reputation is not very famous among some formal disciples.

"Now, should I order the rules?"

Yang Lie used a move to restore his expression of Feng Qingyun and forced him forward step by step. Although his voice was not huge, the pressure brought was extremely strong, and he crushed Mo Shaocang like a tide.

"What do you want to do? Mo Shaocang, I, is not an unknown person in Tianlang Academy. If you really hurt me, the rules of the Academy will not spare you." Mo Shaocang threatened with a fierce look on his face.

"Well, this is a troublesome thing."

Yang Lie murmured to himself, before he could relax the other party, he smiled softly, "But I really want to know how famous you are. I wonder how many people will know you if you tied up and inspected you in the Xinsheng Academy?"

Mo Shaocang's face changed drastically. If Yang Lie was allowed to do this, he would have no shame to stay in the future.

"Boy, don't be too arrogant! The foundation of my Zhongzhou Club is far beyond your imagination. If you go back, I can treat what happened today as if I have never given birth."

Mo Shaocang surrendered, his eyes flashed repeatedly, "Otherwise, even if you can escape unscathed today, you will not be able to escape the revenge of our Zhongzhou Association!"

"Pretended that I had never given birth?"

Thinking of the scars on Ling Haojian's body, a fierce look suddenly appeared on Yang Lie's face, "But I can't be so forgetful!"

boom!

He stepped forward, his right arm was like a gun, and he thrust into Mo Shaocang's cheek.

Before the shadow of his arm arrived, his fierce energy had already tear him into pain in his cheeks, like a knife cutting!

"This is what you forced me!"

A hint of heartache appeared on Mo Shaocang's face, and he suddenly shouted, "Stop him!"

Suddenly, the sleeve of his right robe raised.

With a "swoosh", a burly black figure shot out. As soon as the figure appeared, snowflakes as big as a palm were already flashing, and the temperature around immediately dropped below the freezing point.

It was clearly visible that there were clear chip-shaped snowflakes on Mo Shaocang's cheeks, eyebrows and on his cheeks! Even his lips were trembling, and it seemed that he could not bear such coldness.

"Woo! Woo!"

Black snowflakes flew, gradually forming a river, flying back and forth, making the figure seem to come from the endless ice and snow world, filled with the breath of death.

"Visions!?"

Yang Lie was shocked. He had been exposed to two strange phenomena.

The first time was the blood-colored swamp of the mermaid king, and the second time was the "fire-type golden lotus" of Gu Menglong, so he was more familiar with this magical power. He could tell at a glance that the burly figure was actually a powerful man who had mastered the vision!

Damn, does this Mo Shaocang actually have such power?

At this time, Yang Lie also saw clearly the man's appearance. It was made of black unknown jade, without any facial features or gender. His whole body was extremely smooth, with complex array patterns flashing.

"Yang Lie Beware, this is a seal puppet!"
Chapter completed!