Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 1273 Li Yinyang

"I go!"

Jian Fengyun spoke with difficulty, and sat down weakly.

At this time, his face turned pale.

The Invincible Sword drained all his strength, and this feeling of weakness made him feel uncomfortable like never before.

He didn't care about going back to the Sky Pagoda, and directly lay cross-legged on the ground, recovering the consumed divine power.

Six days have passed since the male disciples of the Holy Academy surrounded Tianyi Peak.

Today is the seventh day, and the Holy Court welcomes an unexpected guest.

Li Yinyang, the holy son of Yinyang God Sect.

He stepped into the Holy Court, climbed to the holy battle platform in the Holy Court, challenged the disciples of the Holy Court, and asked the disciples of the Holy Court to enlighten him in the name of discussing the Tao.

holy war platform
"Why, the holy courtyard has these crooked melons and cracked dates, which bear the name of the holy land of Xinghe martial arts?"

Li Yinyang's eyes were fixed, and a wicked smile appeared on his fair face that even women would envy.

Under his feet, there was a disciple of the Nine Star Divine Origin Realm.

"Ah."

The bone on the back of the disciple of the Divine Origin Realm who was stepped on was broken by him, bleeding profusely, and the severe pain stimulated him to scream.

"Li Yinyang, don't bully others too much. The arrogance of our Holy Academy has not yet made a move. You are just bullying ordinary disciples like us."

Under the jihad stage, some disciples of the Holy Academy gritted their teeth and spoke authentically.

Li Yinyang stepped onto the jihad platform and has already severely injured nine disciples of the Holy Academy.

Every disciple of the Holy Court went up, but was beaten back by Li Yinyang after a single move, and then they stepped on their feet like this, humiliating everyone.

"Okay, I am not talented. I would like to ask the arrogance of the Holy Academy to give advice. It is best to let your holy emperor come out together. If he kills my uncle Li Mo, I will definitely make him pay the price!"

The evil smile on Li Yinyang's face gradually became cold.

Click!

The next moment, he kicked out, kicking the arm of the disciple of the holy courtyard under his feet, breaking his arm, kicking the whole person off the holy battle platform, falling on the ground, and passing out.

"It turned out that the cowardly Son of Heaven caused the trouble!"

"So many brothers and sisters have been severely injured, this Jian Fengyun is really harmful."

"That's right, it's fine if I don't have the ability, and I still go out to cause trouble. After today, I will definitely ask the elder of the Holy Prefect to deprive him of his emperor's order."

Under the jihad stage, many disciples of the Holy Academy couldn't help talking.

When they heard that Li Yinyang was provoked by Jian Fengyun, they couldn't help being filled with righteous indignation and verbal criticism, as if they wanted to kill Jian Fengyun.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and let the arrogance of your holy courtyard take action."

Li Yinyang's face was gloomy, and he said impatiently.

"I'll fight you!"

At this moment, a figure of a man in yellow robe landed on the jihad platform.

"Yang Duxiao, No. 30 in the Five Realms Albatron Ranking, please enlighten me!"

The man in the yellow robe held a short Xiao in his hand, and his body exuded the aura of six stars in the God King Realm.

"It's okay to finally come, but it's not good enough to deal with me."

Li Yinyang glanced at Yang Duxiao, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"Whether you are qualified or not, you will know after the battle."

Yang Duxiao's gaze was fixed on Li Yinyang.

Although the opponent's aura has reached the nine-star God King Realm, he still has no fear. As a disciple of the Holy Court, he is confident that he is far superior to the warriors outside.

Before he could react, a fist landed on his chest.

boom!
Yang Duxiao didn't have time to resist, he only felt a huge force in his chest, and then his whole body was punched on the ground, a large area of ​​his chest collapsed, and he vomited blood.

"Trash is talking too much."

Li Yinyang licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and said coldly.

Cruel disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he suddenly mentioned Yang Duxiao, and threw him out like a dead dog.

boom!
With a soft sound, Yang Duxiao's body hit the surroundings of the Jihad platform, and the blood soaked through his entire robe from his chest.

"you cough"

Yang Duxiao stared at Li Yinyang with an ugly expression, the pain in his body was far worse than the feeling of being crushed on his self-esteem.

"Hurry up and take Senior Brother Yang to the Medicine Pill Pavilion for treatment."

A disciple exclaimed, and three or four ordinary disciples emerged from the crowd, lifted Yang Duxiao up and sent him to the Medicine Pill Pavilion.

"Is this the strength of the Tianjiao of your Holy Academy? Is it really disappointing?"

Li Yinyang stood proudly on the jihad platform, looking around contemptuously.

Under the jihad platform, countless disciples felt humiliated, but they dared not speak out. Even Yang Duxiao was defeated by one move. Except for those top talents in the Holy Academy, no one can fight him.

"Has no one dared to challenge yet? Are all the disciples of your Holy Academy trash?"

Li Yinyang looked cool, swept around and said.

"The name of the Holy Court cannot be insulted, I will fight you!"

At this moment, a figure in black robe jumped onto the jihad platform.

This person was none other than Tang Shiba who had just fought against Jian Fengyun not long ago. His injuries had already healed, and his cultivation level had improved, reaching the half-step God Emperor Realm.

"Oh, Tang Shiba?!"

Li Yinyang raised his eyebrows coldly and said.

"You recognize me?"

Tang Shiba wore a mask, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He didn't remember that he knew the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect.

"Of course I do. When I came to the Holy Court, I lived in Shengtian City for a day. It was widely rumored there that Tang Shiba fought with the Holy Son of Heaven and was defeated at the gate of the city."

The corner of Li Yinyang's mouth curled up with a hint of provocation.

"Hmph, those are just rumors. Brother Tang is so powerful, how can it be compared to that turtle with a shrinking head."

"That's right, Jian Fengyun, if he gets into trouble and asks the disciples of the Holy Court to protect him from the disaster, he is nothing but the Holy Son of Heaven."

"That's right, as timid as a mouse, he deserves to be said to have defeated Senior Brother Tang."

Under the jihad stage, all the disciples of the Holy Academy immediately spoke up, not believing that Tang Shiba would lose to Jian Fengyun at all.

Tang Shiba turned a deaf ear to the words of the disciples of the Holy Court below.

He looked at Li Yinyang quietly, and said, "That's right, I lost to him."

Jian Fengyun spared his life that day, he can admit the outcome very calmly.

"Haha, your holy courtyard is really interesting. A group of disciples are saying that the holy emperor is a waste, but you say that you lost to him. Could it be that you are worse than a waste?"

Li Yinyang laughed out loud, with a playful light in his eyes.

"What did Senior Brother Tang just say? He lost to Jian Fengyun?"

"Impossible, Brother Tang must have done this to make Li Yinyang underestimate the enemy."

"Yes, that must be the case. Brother Tang is trying to confuse his opponent. He will definitely not lose to that trash."

Even though Tang Shiba admitted it, many disciples under the jihad stage still didn't believe it, and they found a reason for Tang Shiba.

In the subconscious mind of these disciples, Tang Shiba was a high-ranking true disciple, while Jian Fengyun was just a warrior who dared not even accept challenges from ordinary disciples, they were not at the same level at all.

"Why do you have to show the advantage of the tongue, if you want to fight, fight!"

(End of this chapter)