Shengyang College, venue No. 1 of the martial arts training ground.

Originally, there were several students fighting in the venue No. 1, but as soon as the students in the top class arrived, they drove people away very domineeringly. The whole process was very skillful, and obviously they often did this kind of thing.

Those students dared not speak out. They wanted to leave silently, but found that the group of people who were booking the venue were divided into two factions.

One side is the top students, most of them are familiar faces. The top five students in Shengyang Academy’s combat power list are listed, and the strength of others is also ranked in the top fifty in the entire academy.

The other party was strange, there was only one person.

"Hey, who is that person? Ye Yuanming's group of people actually mobilized so many people."

"Seeing his age, he doesn't look like a college teacher, nor is he a repeat student."

"Don't forget that today is the day when the college recruits new students. Could it be a new student?"

"Damn it, I was targeted by Ye Yuanming and his group as soon as I entered the academy, and my life will be sad in the future."

"Forget it, don't talk about whether you can leave alive today or not."

"It's not that ruthless, it's Shengyang Academy."

"Ye Yuanming's group of people have neither simple backgrounds, but they are not afraid of Shengyang Academy. As long as the freshman's background is not strong enough, his mother will still beat him and he will not recognize him."

When these students saw that there was a show to watch, they were not in a hurry to leave. They stared at Wei Xiaotian standing on the other side of the venue No. 1, full of pity.

On the other side, a group of people from the top class surrounded a young man like stars arched the moon.

This young man is slender and handsome. Although his clothes are not very gorgeous and fancy, as long as he has a little bit of eyesight, he can see that his outfit from head to toe is not an ordinary person.

Just standing there quietly, he already showed an extraordinary temperament, which was what the students who were driven away said.

"Yuan Yun, have you found out clearly?" Ye Yuan was obviously not the kind of person who was brainless and impulsive because of his power and power. He had already sent someone to inquire about the news when he came from the pavilion to the venue No. 1.

"Mr. Ye, I asked him well. I got the news from Director Shi Bin. He is called Lin Shigong. He is a temporary teacher specially invited by the college for our afternoon practical class. Shi Bin said..."

Yuan Yun was the tall young man who had looked at people with his nostrils in the pavilion before. When he said this, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Wei Xiaotian opposite him sinisterly.

"As long as you don't beat him to death, otherwise the academy will be a little difficult."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the other top students were ready to beat the fingers and were pointed at the nose and scolded "trash". How could they not get angry?

If it weren't for the explicit provisions of Shengyang College that students were strictly prohibited from fighting in the college, they would have long trampled on this idiot who spoke wildly and arrogantly.

"Practical combat is different from learning, and there is no eye to fist and feet, and it is difficult to stop it between life and death." Ye Yuanming looked at Wei Xiaotian who was exercising his muscles and bones, and his disdain was beyond words.

The meaning of these words is very clear, but how can students in the top class not understand? The expressions are completely different.

Some just want to teach a lesson, not the other party's life, some show the cruel gaze of a wild wolf looking at a rabbit, especially those who are closer to Ye Yuanming.

For the students in the top class, the Ninth Level of External Exercise is simply a weak chicken that can be ravaged at will.

"Mr. Ye, Yuan Yun asked for a fight!" Yuan Yun said impatiently. Compared to Wei Xiaotian calling everyone a trash, he hated the other party for giving him face.

"Well, be careful, don't end too early, there are still many people waiting to play." Ye Yuanming said lightly, winked at the side, and immediately a younger brother brought the chair with great care.

"Mr. Ye, please look at it."

Yuan Yun is currently in the third level of internal refining. He killed a person who is the ninth level of external refining, which is similar to killing a fly.

But Mr. Ye is right. Killing to death in an instant is definitely a bargain. Only by slowly playing to death can you vent your hatred in your heart.

These people did not cover up their words, obviously they were deliberately telling Wei Xiaotian, and even the voice was a little louder than usual, as if they were afraid that he would not hear it.

"Lin Shigong, I have already told Shi Bin that the afternoon practical class is ahead of schedule, you are our practice target..."

Yuan Yun walked into the court with great momentum, but lost his words, which was called "Masters are famous."

"It's nonsense to say so much. I've been impatient for a long time. Come over and get beaten up. After this fight, there's still a next fight to be beaten!"

Unfortunately, Wei Xiaotian had no intention of listening to these things, and interrupted directly.

These people were together before, but now they are coming up and talking again. Don’t you know that my master has hundreds of thousands of dollars in a second?

"you……"

Yuan Yun had a hot temper, but now he heard it and burst out. He bounced his feet on the ground, clenched his fists with both hands, and rushed towards Wei Xiaotian quickly. His aura surged all over his body, and a faint red light was shrouded in vaguely.

"Red Flame Breaking Fist!"

The top class behind him was yelling when they saw it.

"This is Yuan Yun's unique family-born skill "Red Flame Kung Fu". I didn't expect that this guy is already in this way. It is definitely not a problem to be promoted to the top five in combat power list next month."

"Yuan Yun's true energy is fire attribute, and practicing "Red Flame Kung Fu" is twice the result with half the effort. Although his current strength is the third level of internal refining, his combat power is definitely not below the fifth level of internal refining."

"Hehe, Mr. Ye, Yuan Yun didn't listen to your words. This is definitely a rhythm of killing people!"

"Who made that guy provoke again and again? Not to mention Yuan Yun's bad temper, even I can't help but want to beat him to death."

"It's a pity that you don't have that opportunity. If I had known this, I would have been the first to go up."

Ye Yuanming stood up directly from the chair and turned around and prepared to leave.

"You guys clean up later to avoid trouble!"

boom!

Suddenly, the top students in Ye Yuanming dodged to both sides, each with an extremely shocked look on his face, as if he had seen something incredible.

The next second, a human-shaped object flew to Ye Yuanming, smashed the chair to pieces, and then rolled on the ground for several times. Finally, he lay motionless on the ground, not knowing life and death.

The gorgeous clothes turned into rags, and the whole body seemed to be burned by fire. Not only did the hair disappear in the whole head, but all the hair disappeared, like a braised egg.

Yuan Yun?

Ye Yuanming turned around in shock. What happened? Could it be...

On the field, Wei Xiaotian stood with his feet straight, putting one hand on his waist and clenching his fists with his fists. There were still a few wisps of white smoke floating on his fists, without any damage at all.

"I say you are trash, but facts are more eloquent than words. You are really trash. It's too unstoppable. You just punched Gameover. Who is the next one? Go on speed!"

Wei Xiaotian grinned and showed his white teeth, his eyes swept over the top students. He looked at them suddenly turning like quails and shook his head in his heart: Is psychological quality good?

“1,2,3,4…8,9,10, well, just right!”
Chapter completed!