Imperial Phoenix Rules

Chapter 868 Lost Dog 5

"Of course they should be greatly satisfied."

The students from Thousand Fantasy Academy had already waited outside the door, and immediately responded loudly when they heard Jun Mohuang's question.

At the same time, everyone rushed into the courtyard where Feiyun Sect was located, and when they saw the disciples of Feiyun Sect, they immediately rushed over.

"Hmph, a group of uncontrollable wastes, dare to go to the Feiyun Sect's site to scatter wildly and see what they can do!"

The disciples of Feiyunzong dared to attack when they saw the students who they despised as rubbish, and with a look of contempt, they quickly fought with the students of Thousand Fantasy Academy.

Feiyunzong came to Star City to participate in the Star Power Ranking Tournament this time, not counting the three elders including Elder Luo, a total of 75 people.

Just now, Thousand Fantasy Academy had severely injured the first group of thirty people, so there were thirty-five people left in this courtyard.

Among these thirty-five people, 20 were in the third-order of the spirit-casting realm, ten were in the fourth-order of the spirit-casting realm, and five were in the fifth-order of the spirit-casting realm.

And a group of students from Thousand Fantasy Academy got the Silver Moon Immortal Glass of Jun Mohuang along the way. Except for Yun Lan and Jun Mohuang, they have not formally refined the Silver Moon Immortal Glaze, and everyone else has advanced to the first rank.

Among the fifty seeded players in the Thousand Fantasy Academy, the lowest strength is the fourth-order of the casting spirit, and the fifth-order of the casting spirit is a lot of them. The group of Feiyunzong is not an opponent at all.

Soon, these 30 or so disciples of Feiyun Sect all fell to the ground screaming, vomiting blood on their chests one by one, and couldn't get up again because of fatigue.

Elder Luo and the three Feiyun Sect elders saw the Thousand Fantasy Academy attacking just now, thinking that one or two of these students were useless, and it was not the turn of three to take action.

So the three of them stood on the sidelines, wiped the tea on their faces with a handkerchief, and sorted out the crooked hair crowns on their heads.

No one wiped his face twice with the kerchief, and the tea on his face has not been wiped clean. The 30-odd disciples of Feiyun Sect have already poured more than half.

"This...huh, I don't think you guys are quite capable of this group of waste!"

The three elders were horrified in their hearts, and there was no time to think about what was going on in a hurry, and they deceived them at the fastest speed, trying to rescue the disciples of Feiyun Sect.

Each of these students is very weird, but the three of them are all of the eighth rank of the forging spirit realm, and they will not be able to deal with this group of waste!

Even now, the three elders of Feiyun Sect are still full of arrogance in their hearts.

"Three old men, your opponent is me, where are you going to fight."

The three of them should take a step, a red cloud floated in front of them, and Jun Mohuang, who had been leaning on the door frame watching the excitement, finally moved.

Jun Mohuang's palm was strong and contained infinite spiritual energy, and it directly attacked Elder Luo.

"Little waste, look for death!"

Elder Luo saw that it was Jun Mohuang, a Tier 1 waste from the Spirit Casting Realm, who had stopped the three of them, and felt that he had been greatly insulted.

Sideways avoided Jun Mohuang's palm, and just about to raise her hand to give a slap back, the palm wind she slapped suddenly turned, and went around behind Elder Luo, hitting him firmly on the back.

Elder Luo was staggered and rushed forward several steps before he almost fell to the ground.

He hurriedly used the aura of his whole body to stabilize his figure. As soon as he used the aura, he found that the blood surged in his chest, his chest was tingling, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.

"I can't beat even this little rubbish. It seems that you are an old rubbish. Oh, no, you are not as good as a rubbish. You don't even have the qualifications to become an old rubbish."

The corners of Jun Mohuang's lips lightly twitched, and his black jewel-like eyes flickered lightly, full of mockery.

(End of this chapter)