My talent is resurrection

Chapter 298

Hu Fei's complexion turned dark, and he held the flying sword and replied.

"Your Excellency is really shameless. I lock the dragon gate and treat the monks all over the world with courtesy and sincerity. Don't make mistakes!"

Chen Jiu held the brocade hat steadily with one hand, and the other hand clenched a fist that suddenly burst into golden light, grinning.

"I gave you a punch, isn't that polite enough?"

Hu Fei snorted coldly, raised the flying sword in his hand, and scolded angrily.

"Stubborn!"

With a flick of the flying sword in his hand and a sound of the sword's sound, he suddenly shot towards Chen Jiu amidst the horrified eyes of many school disciples!

Chen Jiu's eyes lowered, and he punched suddenly, smashing the flying sword that was stabbing with a whine, and quickly turned back and landed beside Hu Fei.

Chen Jiu grinned disdainfully, and commented: "I don't dare to come, so I call a flying sword to come up to punch you. You really deserve it."

Hu Fei's complexion became more and more gloomy. From the two confrontations just now, he knew that this person must be extremely difficult, and he may not be his opponent. Low, or if you really play something good or bad, I guess I can't take advantage of it.

When Hu Fei changed his mind, he made up his mind to wait for a little longer, and when the master of heaven and man who can speak in the academy comes, then big things can be turned into small ones.

After thinking about it, Hu Fei raised two fingers and stretched them in front of his eyes, full of aura, and bent his fingers suddenly.

The flying swords hanging beside Hu Fei suddenly rang, and spread out layer by layer, spreading all over the surroundings. Counting them carefully, there were hundreds of flying swords arranged one by one.

Hu Fei turned his fingers to point at Chen Jiu, recited the sword formula silently, and shouted loudly.

"go with!"

Hundreds of flying swords turned upside down immediately, pointing directly at Chen Jiu, trembling in the air, trembling and trembling, as if they couldn't wait to go out and take Chen Jiu's life.

The onlookers all exclaimed, and the knowledgeable ones started to explain.

"This is the famous stunt of Hu Fei, the flying sword in the grass pond. It seems to be called the skill of controlling the grass and trees. It can compare the flying sword to the grass and trees. It is endless, inexhaustible, and inexhaustible. I heard that this Hu Fei can transform thousands of I probably still have the flying sword in my hand now!"

After listening to the explanation, the surrounding disciples frowned and replied.

"In that case, isn't Chen Jiu in danger?"

"Oh, there's no other way. Hu Fei, the Flying Sword in the Caotang, can only be blamed for his bad luck."

"Pity……"

When everyone in the academy sighed.

The flying sword beside Hu Fei flew out quickly, stabbing towards Chen Jiu's body one after another from all directions in the sky.

Chen Jiu condensed the golden light god with one hand, and when he saw the flying sword coming, he punched him back instantly. Hundreds of flying swords came in an instant, and he was also knocked back by Chen Jiu's hundred punches in an instant.

Many disciples in the academy didn't see what happened, they only heard the violent steel knocking sound for a moment, and then the hundred flying swords turned back to Hu Fei's side, and some flying swords couldn't even hold on, and collapsed directly.

Chen Jiu shook Jin Guangwu Yun's fist, and asked Hu Fei with a relaxed and casual expression.

"Is that all that matters?"

Hu Fei's complexion was deep. He really didn't expect Chen Jiu to be so strong, and his combat power didn't look like a Nascent Soul at all.

After all, Hu Fei, a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, couldn't even hurt Chen Jiu in the slightest!

Chen Jiu seemed to feel a little bored, and suddenly let go of the hand that was holding the head of Mr. Jinmao, and let Mr. Jinmao fall to the ground.

Unknowingly, Mr. Jinmao thought that Hu Fei was putting too much pressure on Chen Jiu, so Chen Jiu had to let him go.

So Brother Jinmao got up immediately after landing, pointed at Chen Jiu, and said angrily.

"Mr. Hu, beat him half to death, I will drag him and hang him on the doorpost of the dragon gate, and humiliate him every day!"

Hu Fei was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly persuaded.

"Young master, it's all a misunderstanding, let's go first and explain to you later."

Chen Jiu shook his hand again, rolled his pupils, a little golden, and looked at Hu Fei with disdain, and said with disdain.

"What are you going to do? I received so many swords from you just now, so you should also receive a punch from me."

Hu Fei froze for a moment, frowned and said: "What do you mean, don't you really want to have an endless fight with me to lock the dragon gate?"

Chen Jiu suddenly clenched a fist with one hand, his martial arts turned up, and the golden light covered the entire fist, and suddenly appeared in front of Hu Fei in a flash, and in his horrified eyes, he threw his fist away in a overlooking posture!
Hu Fei couldn't block it, his body was in a twisted shape, and he smashed into the ground abruptly. The world trembled, and then the entire [-]-meter ground suddenly sank.

The surrounding disciples shouted in horror, and ran away in a hurry, fearing that Chen Jiu's punch would affect them.

Brother Jin Mao's face was dull, his body swayed, and he fell into the sunken pothole. He looked in horror at Chen Jiu, who was standing on the only intact ground.

Chen Jiu looked at Hu Fei, who was lying at the innermost end of the deep pit, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and screaming in pain, and curled his lips in disdain.

Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator?

He was killed at the border.

Chen Jiu turned his head to look at Brother Jinmao again, and flashed in front of him in an instant, his tall body looked down at Brother Jinmao who had fallen to the ground, and grinned.

"You seemed to be very confident before, so you can also take a punch from me?"

Brother Jinmao shook his head again and again, his face was terrified, his hands were on the ground, and he kept backing away.

Chen Jiu raised his head suddenly, sensing that someone from heaven was coming, so he stopped procrastinating, and directly punched Young Master Jinmao until he vomited blood and flew backwards, fell to the side, half dead.

Then Chen Jiu stood on the spot, watching Hu Fei and Brother Jinmao lay there, looking half dead, and then looked at himself, as if it was not a big deal to be so alive.

Chen Jiu had been outside for decades, and he was no longer the naive young man he used to be. Immediately, his martial arts turned inward, forcing his seven orifices to bleed, and then he found a pothole and lay down in it, pretending to be half dead.

Hu Fei, who was already angry, saw Chen Jiu being so brazen, and immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, and became weaker and weaker.

A moment later, Master Tianren of Xuegong arrived, first frowned and glanced at the sunken pothole, then immediately descended to the side of the pothole, looked around quickly, and asked with a frown.

"What's going on, all three losers?"

Chen Jiu, who was lying in the pothole, praised in a weak voice.

"Mr. is really perceptive."

Hu Fei spat out blood one after another, pointed at Chen Jiu with trembling fingers, and said in grief and indignation.

"Sir, he was the one who committed the crime first, bullying the small with the big ones, and now he is still pretending to be injured, treacherous, cunning, and shameless!"

Chen Jiu coughed violently, spit out more blood than Hu Fei, and said weakly and depressed.

"It's reasonable for you to play two against one."

Master Tianren turned his hand towards the two of them, and after comprehending the most basic information, he frowned at Hu Fei.

"You are the Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator, and he is the Nascent Soul Body Cultivator, so their strength should be evenly matched. How could it be possible for the big to bully the small!"

Hu Fei was so angry that blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and said intermittently.

"He's definitely not... not... Nascent Soul."

Seeing Hu Fei like this, Chen Jiu frowned, but he couldn't lose the wind. The martial arts in his body reversed, and the blood at the corner of his mouth almost flowed into a waterfall. He gave a thumbs up to Master Xuegong and praised weakly.

"The wise man."

(End of this chapter)