Super God

Chapter 98 Fight! hit! hit!

Bao Songren is right. According to the wishes of the first dean, the martial arts pagoda provides a place for students to practice. However, the original intention has long changed and it has become a show-off place for everyone to break records.

For hundreds of years, no one really went to practice when they entered the martial arts tower, even if it was not to break the record, but only to measure their own will and endurance.

Geniuses like Lin Zhixi, who came to test themselves not long ago, did not regard the martial arts tower as a place to practice martial arts.

The training martial tower lost its meaning, but in the end ushered in Yunfeiyang, this guy asked to retreat on leave and valued the unique formation design of the training martial tower, so he lived and kept practicing inside.

Gao Yuanzhang and other people blushed old, and they really forgot the role of martial arts towers, focusing on the record of outstanding geniuses.

Bao Songren said: "What's the name of this child?"

Gao Yuanjian hurriedly said: "This son is named Yun Feiyang, a new student in Guishuitang."

Bao Songren frowned slightly, and said, "Is such a genius actually assigned to Guishuitang by you, was it intentionally given to Lily."

"Bao Yuanzi, things are like this..." Gao Yuanzhang hurriedly reported the situation. Bao Songren learned that this son offended the master and was sent to Guishuitang, laughing: "So, Lily also picked up a genius by accident. Yeah."

Li Fei and Zhu Taiji heard the words and felt bitter.

...

"Boom Boom--"

"Ding Ding Ding—"

Yun Fei fisted until the meat destroyed the pile, and the number of kills soared. After a few hours of fighting, it reached 29,720.

"too fast!"

"Three thousand is about to be broken."

The crowd collapsed.

The number of kills will not stop because of the collapse of the people, it is still beating, and finally it will exceed five thousand in one fell swoop!

The time used is only five hours!

That is to say, Yun Feiyang killed a thousand wooden men on average in an hour. If this speed is placed within the limited time killing, it will definitely create a higher level.

In the days on the second floor, Yun Feiyang not only perfectly integrated the flesh, but also adapted to the oppressive gravitational space. Every time he punched and attacked, he became more relaxed and flowed.

The killing continues!

When the night came, when the people dispersed and went back to bed, Yun Feiyang was still fighting, at that moment, he seemed tireless, like a beast with no reason, only in his eyes-I fight, I fight, I fight and fight!

...

The next morning, early in the morning.

Many students woke up from their sleep, rubbed their eyes and walked out of the room, instinctively looked at the air curtain, and then stayed like a wooden chicken, because the air curtain number has reached 10,336!

"Lying trough."

The big guy rubbed his eyes fiercely and looked at it again. There were more than ten more numbers than before, and he exclaimed in unison: "This guy is a monster!"

Public notice board.

More than 9,000 records of freshmen killed in a limited time have long been replaced by Yunfei's tens of thousands of records. So far, two freshman records have been printed with the words Guishuitang again.

however.

Guishuitang students who were supposed to be excited were surprisingly calm, because Yun Feiyang broke the record too much, and their nerves were numb. Only by breaking the highest record can they stimulate the nerves!

"Brother Feiyang is a demon, born to be a record-breaker, the second layer of killing the highest record in a limited time, certainly our Guishuitang!" Ye Nanxiu walked on the road with black hair and others.

Although the students in other schools are very upset, they can't say anything. After all, after playing for two days in the second floor, this itself represents strength.

As Yun Feiyang broke another freshman record, many people began to discuss in private, the content is, as Ye Nanxiu said, can this guy break the highest record.

"impossible!"

"The highest record holder was created by the first Zhang Heng in the last year. At that time, his strength has reached the peak of the martial arts, and this guy Yun Feiyang will never break!"

"This guy has created a miracle, maybe it will break."

There are two voices in the school, one is that he believes he can't do it, and the other is that he believes he can do it.

...

In the small pavilion in the quiet woods, Pang Gongzi looked at the record on the air curtain and said: "Zhang Shao, this kid has broken the freshman record and still has no plans to stop. Could it be that you want to break the record you created last year?"

"The strength of the talent, trying to break Zhang Shao's record, this guy is really crazy, really not self-control." Some people laughed, full of contempt.

Sitting in the pavilion, Zhang Heng was playing chess with a teenager. He pinched a chess piece and fell on the board. Waving his fan, he smiled lightly: "You lost."

The young man smiled bitterly and said: "Zhang Shao's chess skills are extraordinary, and my name as a little chess sage should also be a virtue."

Zhang Heng said with a smile: "Fortunately, fluke."

The teenager said nothing.

Known as the Little Chess Saint, he never knew that from the beginning of playing chess, he was in an absolute disadvantage, and he could only fight until now to lose, which is also the reason why the other party has not paid much attention.

Zhang Heng stood up and said, "Let's go."

Pang Gongzi and others went with them, but they also understood in their hearts that no matter how Yun Feiyang was troubled in the academy, Zhang Heng was never put in the eye, and this is the momentum that should be the first place in the list.

...

Pang Gongzi and others misunderstood.

Yun Feiyang isn't a vain attempt to break Zhang Heng's record. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even think about breaking. At this moment, he is immersed in fighting, consuming physical and spiritual energy, and stimulating his own maximum potential.

In the eyes of others, the best way to ascend from martial arts to martial arts is to meditate meditation, use the mind to move, and feel the world. As a person coming over, Yun Feiyang has his own understanding, that is, constantly squeezing physical and spiritual power.

After a day of fighting, the spiritual energy in his body was constantly consumed, and he appeared in a crazy operation against the heaven and earth. After so many rounds, the strength has reached the peak of the power of martial arts. The next step is-the warrior.

"Not enough, not enough..."

Yun Feiyang has forgotten everything, and there is only one belief in his mind, that is, to keep killing and mobilizing spiritual power, so that they are always in high spirits.

"Boom Boom--"

Time is quietly lost~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Another day has passed, and the number of Yun Feiyang's kills has doubled to more than 20,000. And with the mad squandering of spiritual power, even if there is a rebellion against it, it begins to appear green and yellow.

It doesn't matter--

hit! hit! hit!

"Is this family killing red eyes, or is it irrational to kill?" After seeing Yun Feiyang kill like a madman in the crowd, everyone was stunned. At that moment, they felt that there might be something in common with the guy. Vendetta.

"Little guy, you have proved yourself, don't kill it anymore." Looking at Yun Feiyang's crazy killing, Paulie was very worried, because if a person kills for a long time, it will definitely affect the state of mind!

"No, I'm going to stop him."

Saying that, Paulie was about to head to the Wuwu Tower, but as soon as he walked out of Guishuitang, he saw a majestic old man with hair standing there, looking up at the air curtain.

"Father." Bao Li's charming face appeared stunned, and immediately ran like a little girl, holding Bao Songren's arm, coquettishly said: "When did you come back?"