The Art of the Great Sword

"Oh, there's another one?"

After hearing the boss's words, Yun Pengfei just felt that the other party was a little ignorant of etiquette, but in fact he didn't care about the last person's grades at all.

First of all, what is certain is that the record you set is almost impossible for anyone to break.

The eleventh level pushed the original record upward by two levels.

Very few people can reach the original record, let alone the record I set!

It stands to reason that any sensible boss would give the Wave-Talking Sword directly to him. What else could be better? The first place has already been decided.

But he still had to wait for the results of the last person.

Isn't this funny?

Yun Pengfei was instinctively displeased, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, but he did not get angry immediately, but said calmly, "Okay, then wait for him."

After speaking, he found a place to sit down.

Yun Pengfei didn't know who the other challenger was, but in his eyes, he had no opponent at all. If he didn't bring the Wave-Treading Sword directly, he would be looking down upon him!

As for Fang Qingyang, he has already reached the eighth level.

"Haha, you are quite capable."

Yun Pengfei picked up a cup of tea, lowered his head and took a sip, "Being able to reach the eighth level is rare. I have to say that this kid is still somewhat capable, but that's all."

His words made Zhang Baoxuan next to him unhappy.

What does Yun Pengfei mean? He speaks so arrogantly.

Do you feel like you are the only one?

No one is his opponent?

However, Zhang Baoxuan did not immediately refute.

Fang Qingyang slowly continued the challenge and soon reached the ninth level.

This scene caused quite a stir in the venue.

This means that another person has tied the previous record!

You know, the previous record has been held for six months. I don’t know how many geniuses have tried in these six months, but none of them have been able to break it.

Unexpectedly, in just one day, one person surpassed and another person tied.

Is this the appeal of the Wave Treader Sword?

"oh?"

Yun Pengfei put down the tea cup and slowly raised an arc between his eyebrows, "It's interesting. Who is this? It's actually able to tie the record. It's a bit beyond my expectation. If I hadn't been here today, I might not have been able to do this. The Langfa Sword is really going to fall into someone else’s hands.”

He is still more confident than ever!

So much so that many people around him looked at him.

Too confident, which is a good thing.

But once you are overconfident, you are very likely to be slapped in the face by your own remarks.

"Okay, no matter who is in it, it is good to tie the record. It is recognized by me, Yun Pengfei. As for whether I can continue..."

Yun Pengfei said lazily, "Haha, if you compare yourself to me, you can only think too much."

"Okay, let's take a rest."

Zhang Baoxuan was a little unhappy, "He's been calling you since he just sat down, and he said he has your approval. Does he need it? Let me tell you, your record will also be broken by him!"

Zhang Baoxuan was usually a good-tempered person, but he was really annoyed by Yun Pengfei's arrogance and chattering.

Fang Qingyang hasn't finished yet, and you are making sarcastic remarks here. Where do you get the courage and confidence?

"Which ant are you?"

Yun Pengfei glanced sideways at Zhang Baoxuan, not taking him seriously at all.

Then, he said calmly, "You are of your level and you still come and dance in front of me. I don't know who gave you the confidence. Get out of here before I am not in such a bad mood!"

He was always the one yelling at others, but when had he ever been scolded like this?

Zhang Baoxuan sneered, "Don't worry, whether I can break your record or not is not a matter of words. You will see it soon."

He is absolutely confident in Fang Qingyang!

Even Yun Pengfei can reach this step, could it be that Fang Qingyang cannot?

Pure nonsense!

Yun Pengfei didn't care. He seemed to regard Zhang Baoxuan as a clown.

"Level 10!"

Finally, someone exclaimed.

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the formation that represented Fang Qingyang's achievements.

It is clearly recorded on it that Fang Qingyang has reached the tenth level!

At this moment, even Yun Pengfei, who had always been calm, looked slightly ugly.

He used all his methods to get through the tenth level and reached the eleventh level.

And this is already his limit!

Could it be that today I am going to be tied by an unknown guy?

He will never allow such a thing to happen!

Not to mention surpassing, even just tying, he would not be happy.

This is a record he created by himself. It is his capital that he is proud of, and it is also the capital for him to obtain the Wave-Treading Sword!

If there is a tie, there is only one Wave-Treading Sword, so who should it be given to?

"Hahaha."

Zhang Baoxuan laughed a few times and looked at Yun Pengfei deliberately. His provocation was obvious.

Weren't you able to say that before? Aren't you arrogant?

Now, let’s see if you are still crazy!

Yun Pengfei's face gradually turned livid, and he slowly clenched his fists, an unknown anger rising in his heart.

Although he didn't know who was inside, it didn't affect the anger in his heart.

Again, no matter who it is, he is unhappy!

"We have already reached the tenth level. If we pass this level again, I'm afraid the record will be lost."

Zhang Baoxuan was deliberately arrogant. He couldn't stand Yun Pengfei's arrogant face. He acted like he was the only one in the world even before his results came out.

Don't worry, no one will spoil you!

"Bang!"

Yun Pengfei's anger could no longer be suppressed. He suddenly burst into flames and slapped Zhang Baoxuan on the face with lightning speed, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

"boom!"

Zhang Baoxuan did not expect that Yun Pengfei would be so shameless and attack directly.

Before he could react, his body hit the wall and he stopped.

Zhang Baoxuan thought and stood up. He stretched out his hand to cover his face. Five finger prints were already swollen on the top. They were very bright red and shocking.

It can be seen that Yun Pengfei never thought about holding back from the beginning to the end.

He really used his strength in this slap.

"Noisy."

Yun Pengfei's expression was cold, "You are buzzing like a fly in my ear. It's annoying. Since you are a fly, I will treat you the same way I treat a fly!"

"Creak."

Zhang Baoxuan was furious, "Yun Pengfei, fight with me!"

He roared, letting out all his emotions.

Even though Yun Pengfei is the young master of Yun Mansion and has a noble status, he is not afraid.

As a student of the East Campus, you should be bloody and dare not fight back even if someone slaps you in the face. Even if you return to the East Campus, you will be laughed at.

"You still want to challenge me?"

Yun Pengfei sneered, "Maybe you have some talent and a pretty good level, but you know, you have a smell..."

Before the other party could speak, Yun Pengfei took the lead and said word by word, "That smell of... poverty, a smell of poverty that only exists in lower-class people! You don't even need me to say it, you yourself You should understand that you have no identity, no background, no aristocratic family, no backing, you are just a member of a poor family! "

"You don't even have the qualifications to challenge me! Because the gap in our identities is so big, it's like a chasm!"