Gao Wu Era: After Binding The School Beauties, I Lay Down And Won

"Senior Yang Jin is finally here!"

"Come on, Senior Yang Jin! Hit them back again!"

"Wait... Why is Yang Jin's face so ugly? It feels a little bad!

Some students noticed Yang Jin's abnormality and were surprised.

Only then did the surrounding people realize that Yang Jin's pale face was as pale as paper and...

Although he tried his best to suppress it, he still stumbled.

"Hi... Is it possible that Senior Yang Jin is injured?"

"How is that possible? Who can hurt Senior Yang Jin like this?!

"There is only one explanation... Senior Yang Jin's dream exploration last night is probably going to chase the wind again? And the dream died! 99

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone suddenly became dumbfounded.

In the entire magic martial arts, almost no one is unaware of Yang Jin's self-abuse and ascetic deeds.

But as his cultivation became stronger and his spiritual will far surpassed the ordinary martial artist realm, the threat of spiritual storms to him became less and less.

In the past six months, he has never experienced death in a dream.

However, by coincidence, just as God came to kick the pavilion, he unexpectedly died in a dream.

Looking at this appearance, it is estimated that he just got off the bed in the infirmary...

behind the crowd.

Yan Ziyao looked at Yang Jin, who was limping and limping, step by step, walking towards the ring with difficulty, and her beautiful eyes were stunned.

Then, she suddenly thought of something, and silently turned to Xu Lin who was supporting Jiang He back.

"Stinky brother, did you already know that Yang Jin was injured and would make a fool of himself today?"

"Uh...Teacher, don't spit your blood, I was taken away by you as soon as I entered the school gate!"

Xu Lin's face was full of innocence, and he didn't admit it at all.

"that's true………

Yan Ziyao also nodded when she heard the words, and withdrew her scrutiny eyes.

"Right~ I'm just a freshman who has just entered school and is harmless to humans and animals. How can I know so much?"

As soon as Xu Lin breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the faint voice of a demon girl on the side of 060.

"..."

"Yang Jin died in a dream last night... you are the mastermind behind the scenes!

Xu Lin was suddenly shocked: "Teacher, how can you contaminate people out of thin air! I'm going to call the police!"

"Humph! Then explain, what happened to your space-type dream spirit just now?

Yan Ziyao suddenly put her face in front of Xu Lin, and a pair of seductive eyes stared straight at him.

"Don't try to lie! Sister, I can read minds~"

"JE..."

Looking at Yan Ziyao's beautiful face, which was only ten centimeters away from the tip of her nose, her face was like a peach blossom, and she was extremely glamorous.

Xu Lin blushed and said embarrassingly.

"Would you believe it, teacher, if I said it was just a coincidence?"

"Trust you, the stinky brother might as well invite him!"

"Well... as expected, you can't hide your eyes from your teacher, that's right, that space department dream spirit was accidentally dropped by senior Yang Jin!

Xu Lin sighed, his expression very sincere.

"I was caught up in a mental storm last night, and I happened to see Senior Yang Jin fighting a huge sea beast! 39

"I wanted to help the senior, but unfortunately I am so weak that I can't get close, so I can only watch Senior Yang Jin being slaughtered by the beast!

Yan Ziyao chuckled: "So... you don't have the strength to approach, but you have the strength to snatch his spoils?

"Ah this..."

Xu Lin opened his mouth and immediately put on a righteous expression.

"I was afraid that such a precious dream spirit would fall into the hands of others, so I risked my life to grab food!

"Then you want to give it back to Yang Jin?" Yan Zitian said with a wink of peach blossoms.

"Of course... not!"

Xu Lin took two steps back nervously, and hugged her little self "scared".

"This is what I stole it from me. Teacher, isn't the heart of the Virgin Mary suddenly overflowing?"

"Cut! Virtue!"

Yan Ziyao gave him an angry look, stretched out her slender fingers and hooked Xu Lin's chin, and said with a slight anger.

"Stinky brother, who am I when you are your sister?"

"You are my good disciple, what is Yang Jin?"

"Don't say that you picked it up, even if you really grab it, so what?

"Yang Jin's own skills are not as good as others, can he still be shy to ask his teachers for guilt or not?"

Although her voice was still soft and charming, the domineering and calf-protective voice in her words was clear at a glance.

Xu Lin immediately grabbed Yan Ziyao's tender little hand with a "moved" face.

"Teacher, you are so kind to me! If you say that, I am relieved."

Being attacked suddenly, Yan Ziyao's pretty face flushed slightly, she stretched out her other hand and tapped Xu Lin's head lightly.

"Stinky brother, taking advantage of my sister again, isn't it?"

"There's no such thing, isn't this too touching for a while~" Xu Lin laughed and let go of his hand.

"Hmm~ So you are the culprit who made Yang Jin so miserable? 35

Yan Ziyao clasped her arms around her, a sly light flashing in her peach blossom eyes.

"...Teacher, are you kidding me? Is there really no trust between people at all?"

"Who made your stinky brother know to lie to your sister every day! Do you know what's wrong now?"

"Wrong, then teacher, you will keep the secret for me, right?

"Then it depends on your performance~"

"Don't worry, teacher, I can't do anything else, but the thief can perform! It's fierce!

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I'm sorry teacher, I'm arrogant again.""

at the same time.

on the ring.

Zhuo Bufan frowned deeply when he looked at Yang Jin, whose breath was disordered and his face was pale.

"You're hurt? So lethargic... Died in a mental storm again last night?

"A little accident, no harm done."

Yang Jin's face was expressionless, his back was still straight, his palms were spread out, and he held it in the air.

Black mist emerged and condensed into a long knife in his palm.

The blade is straight, about three feet long, and the tip of the blade is slightly bent, like a wild goose feather.

It is a third-order dream weapon again.

It's just that, in terms of material and blade appearance, it is more than a bit worse than Xu Lin's Soul Chopping Blade.

"The name of the knife is slaughtering the demon."

Yang Jin's words were concise and concise, and he made a gesture of preparation for the battle, and he did not mean to retreat and avoid the battle because he was injured.

Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan was a little annoyed.

"(bgeb) Your current state is less than 50% of the total victory. If I fight you now, won't it be impossible to win?""

"Then you are going to give up and admit defeat?"

"Think beautifully! I'm here today to be ashamed and slap your Mowu in the face!"

"Oh, then there's nothing to say, let's call it!"

The icy voice fell, Yang Jin stepped up, the blood-colored storm surged with the slaughtering knife in his hand, and chopped down at Zhuo Bufan.

"boom

A terrifying explosion resounded throughout the martial arts hall.

As soon as he came up, he made a bloody slash without hesitation, obviously a quick-fix attitude.

Zhuo Bufan immediately understood his intention and his face sank.

This Yang lunatic! Deceiving people is too much!

With a low shout, the black epee tied around his waist automatically unsheathed, the sword qi vertically and horizontally, and slashed towards the oncoming demon slayer...

now.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, not even daring to take a breath, for fear of affecting Yang Jin's performance.

On the second floor, Li Changfeng's expression didn't look any better. In addition to being solemn, there was also a hint of resentment.

This little bastard! When is it bad to abuse yourself? Do you have to pick this juncture to abuse yourself?

What a dream death!

With the vision of his great master realm, Zhuo Bufan's imposing aura when he first got up can be seen at a glance.

Sword Intent! He actually understood Sword Intent!

No wonder it has been defeated and defeated repeatedly...

With such perseverance, he must have the heart to sharpen his epee sword intent with Yang Jin's hand!

Yang Jin, this reckless man, can be used by others. In the end, he has to give him a victory and complete the Dao Heart?

This boy surnamed Zhuo, not only has the tenacity of his heart and does not lose to Yang Jin, but the city is far deeper than Yang Jin!

It's just... a waste of nature! Such talents come to my magic martial arts, right!

It would be a waste to hand it over to the old man Mo Huanxiong!

Just when Li Changfeng was depressed and scolded Yang Jin for dropping the chain at a critical moment,

The battle situation downstairs had already reached a fever pitch.

From the very beginning, Yang Jin did not intend to keep his hands to test, and the power of qi and blood in his body poured out desperately.

In the blink of an eye, the blood burst, slashed, slashed, and slashed out four full slashes!

His already sluggish state was on the verge of its limit, and his strong and upright posture was also shaky.

The arm holding the slaying knife trembled uncontrollably...

"Zhuo Bufan, if you can catch this last knife, you will win!"

Yang Jinqiang suppressed the fishy smell in his throat, his face suddenly became solemn, and the long knife was slowly raised, like a heavy weight!

A monstrous blood force that suffocated everyone in the audience erupted!

"Okay, let's decide the outcome with one move!

When Zhuo Bufan saw this, his expression became solemn, and without saying much, he fell with his sword!

The epee sword intent, which was powerful and crushed everything, collided with the terrifying qi and blood of the sixth slash.

"boom--"

Like the sky crumbling, the void vibrates and hums!

The aftermath of terror shook in an instant!

The arena under the two of them turned into dust again, and the dust and smoke billowed up!

Wait until the dust settles.

Everyone's eyes widened and they all jumped in their hearts.

Two figures, one is still standing proudly, the other is half kneeling on the ground with a knife.

His body trembled slightly in the smoke, his face was as white as paper, Yang Jin almost gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up.

But the powerlessness that came from all over his body had already overwhelmed him, and the severe tearing pain caused by the mental damage in his mind made him tremble uncontrollably...

He still lost.

Zhuo Bufan put his sword back into its sheath, and quietly looked at Yang Jin, who was half-kneeling on the ground, holding on to the ground and refusing to fall, with no joy or sadness in his voice.

"Yang Jin, you lost.

"I lost, but that doesn't mean Mowu also lost."

Yang Jin struggled to raise his head, his hoarse voice extremely firm.

He didn't worry about the fairness of this duel, and if he lost, he would be lost.

But he did not allow his failure to shame Mowu.

In this regard, Zhuo Bufan just chuckled.

"Why? Among the huge magic martial arts, you, Yang Jin, are my opponent.

"Could it be that someone else could stand up and turn the tide?"

As soon as these words came out, although the surrounding Mowu students were angry, they had to admit that he was right.

Zhuo Bufan, who understood the meaning of the epee sword, was unstoppable except for Yang Jin...

In a dead silence full of anger and depression.

Li Changfeng's voice suddenly came from Xu Lin's ears, who had been watching the show.

"Ahem, boy Xu, do you want to make some extra money?"