Living with the Teacher: The Merry Student

The master holding the Zen stick and the master holding the stick, seeing that their companions suffered a disadvantage, became more careful about the blood thorn in their hearts.

The two people exchanged eyes in tacit understanding for a moment, and then rushed towards Zhuo Yifan with roars.

Zhuo Yifan's face darkened, and his body was suddenly golden and generous, almost enveloped in the center by the golden fire spirit zhenqi.The blood spirit thorns floated in mid-air, making bursts of sound.

The two masters who were just about to attack Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but pause.It seemed that Zhuo Yifan was afraid of being able to release such a terrifying fire spirit.Of course, the Duan family and the others and the Long family brothers were also shocked.No one expected that Zhuo Yifan's power at the critical moment would be several times that of theirs.Doesn't that mean that Zhuo Yifan is invincible once he transforms into a god?

Prince Long panicked.He began to regret letting these three people help him out.Perhaps it is not an easy task for these three people to kill Zhuo Yifan.I really overestimated the strength of these three people, and even underestimated Zhuo Yifan's strength.But it seems too late to regret it now.

"Die to me!" Before the two masters holding the stick and the Zen stick could react, the master holding the sword suddenly shouted, and the long sword buzzed, and pointed at Zhuo Yifan's eyebrows. stab away.In his opinion, although the true energy of the fire spirit is terrifying, Zhuo Yifan's current state is forbidden.If he could stab him, he would be seriously injured, or even killed on the spot.

It's a pity that imagination is always beautiful, but reality is cruel.Before the master's long sword could enter the golden light, it was directly intercepted by the blood spirit thorn.

Only a crisp sound of 'bang' was heard, and the long sword broke into two pieces immediately.The sword-wielding master was even sent flying, and fell heavily to the ground.

"The light of rice grains, how dare you compete with the sun and the moon?" Zhuo Yifan squinted his eyes, snorted coldly in his mouth, and then yelled: "Break!"

The blood spirit thorn disappeared almost instantly, and disappeared after a while of buzzing.

Those two masters would not think that Zhuo Yifan put away the blood spirit thorn.If he is attacking, how fast can he be?So fast that they can't tell the difference!

The two subconsciously wanted to hide, but found that there was no need to hide.Because they couldn't see the blood spirit thorn at all, they didn't know who it would attack first, and they didn't know where it would appear!

But in the next second, both of them heard the sound of metal colliding next to their ears.

Looking at the weapon in his hand again, it broke into several sections in an instant.Except for the part held in the hand, all the other parts fell to the ground!

Zhuo Yifan actually used the blood spirit thorn to interrupt all their weapons!

Shock.Apart from these two words, I don't know how to describe their mood at this time.What if Zhuo Yifan didn't attack their weapons this time, but themselves?Are they still alive?

"Do you still want to fight?" Zhuo Yifan retracted the blood spirit thorn into his body as soon as the light faded, staring at the three masters who had all broken weapons in front of him, he asked in a deep voice.

The faces of the three masters were extremely ugly, each of them was trembling, but none of them dared to say a word.They wished they could eat Zhuo Yifan's flesh and drink his blood.But you also need to have that strength!Zhuo Yifan was alone, not to mention the three of them, and completely destroyed their weapons.This kind of strength alone is enough to cast a strong psychological shadow on them!