Fang Che smiled faintly, clasped his hands behind his back, looked at Ximen Xuri with a condescending look, and said calmly: "Classmate Ximen, I have learned a lot, and I have done some research on interpretation and calligraphy. Your name is not very auspicious."

Ximen Xuri: "Oh?"

"Since ancient times, the sun has risen in the east. How can there be a rising sun in the west gate? Your name confuses the five elements of the world and you will be punished by God."

Fang Che said kindly: "How about changing your name?"

Ximen Xuri looked indifferent: "As long as I'm here, wherever I go, the sun will rise in the east!"

Fang Che smiled faintly: "I'm afraid that you, the rising sun in the west, will be completely knocked down when you meet me."

All has been said.

From the moment they stepped on stage, the two of them felt at the same time: they were not from the same place.

That kind of hostility is very strong.

No one took advantage of the verbal attacks, and both parties were very calm.

Since you can't tear open the opponent's mental gap as a breakthrough point, you can only see the truth behind your hands.

Ximen Xuri shook his sleeves, revealing his white palms, sliding under his feet, and smoothed out seven meters as if on the ice, and slapped him with one palm!

Fang Che took a half step back, then kicked off and stepped back again, his black robe fluttering for a moment.

The moment the starlight shone faintly, it had already crossed two feet, and the same right palm was exposed and shot.

boom!

The two palms met and they made a muffled sound.

The black robes and white clothes floated up at the same time, and the two of them took three steps back at the same time.

The two referees on the stage looked at each other with admiration in their eyes.

This palm was done deliberately, to test the opponent's strength. But the key is that neither side tried their best!

Fang Che used the strength of the ninth level warrior, while Ximen Xuri used the strength of the first level martial artist.

On the surface, they look evenly matched.

Ximen Xuri's face darkened.

His body spun around, and a small whirlwind suddenly appeared on the spot. The whole person had turned into a shadow, and surrounded Fang Che, attacking like a violent wind and rain.

Fang Che fought steadily and never was greedy for merit. He just raised his cultivation level to the first level of a martial arts master. He used every move to make a three-point attack and a seven-point defense.

In an instant, the black and white colors on the arena were swirling together, and they were indistinguishable. It was like a Tai Chi diagram with half a circle of black and white suddenly appeared.

Ximen Xuri occupied the seventh level of offensive and could be said to have the upper hand. However, his heart became increasingly heavy.

Can't break the opponent's defense.

Fang Che's defense was flawless. And every time there was a collision, he could feel the repercussions. Ximen Xuri felt even heavier.

The other party's cultivation level is definitely higher than your own!

Although you may have a superficial advantage, you will definitely lose if you continue fighting like this! Once the opponent counterattacks, you will lose.

Everyone watched Ximen Xuri gain the advantage and suppress Fang Che in the fight, but only Ximen Xuri, who was in the middle of the game, understood that he was actually the one who was really at a disadvantage!

I want to win! We can’t let this kid pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger!

The decision is made.

The white shadow flashed, flipped in the air, and the white clothes unfolded, just like a white crane appeared in the sky, turned over, and three rays of cold light shot out.

It's his secret weapon skills that keep him under control.

"Go!"

When the hidden weapon was released, he shouted loudly as a reminder.

The two referees secretly shook their heads. They had already disapproved of Ximen Xuri's character, but they were already ready to save Fang Che.

Fang Che obviously didn't expect it and hid in a panic, barely escaping.

Another seven rays of cold light flashed in the air, followed by three almost invisible dark lights.

Three dark lights, a pair of Yintang, a pair of Dantian, and a pair of heart.

The mother and son seize the soul.

The referees all had anger in their eyes.

This is a killer move!

It was just a competition between classmates, no hatred or resentment, but a killer move actually appeared!

Fang Che turned sideways and drew his sword out of its sheath with a swipe. He seemed to be furious and uncontrollable.

With two clanging sounds, two three-edged nails were knocked down. His body shook continuously and suddenly rushed out from the gap in the hidden weapon.

The sword light suddenly became brighter, like a sun appearing on the arena, shining brightly in the eyes.

"mean!"

Fang Che roared, and blood appeared on the stage!

Ximen Xuri let out a shrill scream, and an arm connected to half of his shoulder fell into the dust.

Fang Che had already put his sword across Ximen Xuri's throat. He probably couldn't control his rage, his arms were shaking a little, and he roared angrily: "It's just a competition between classmates, and you actually want to kill me!"

The broken arm on the ground was stepped on by Fang Che. The wound was immediately bloody and bloody. The pale palm spread out and rolled out a steel needle that had been pinched in the palm!

The whole place was silent!

Toru was standing on the stage, his body trembling slightly, his face full of aggrieved anger.

It seems like a huge injustice has been done to him.
Chapter completed!