Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 510
"I made everyone laugh, this guy is quite thick-skinned, and it hurts my palms."

Under everyone's surprised eyes, Jian Fengyun's figure slowly stepped out of the void.

Jian Fengyun was dressed in white, with calm steps and a calm expression, and walked step by step in front of the elders of the Holy Academy and the special envoys of the Holy Academy headquarters.

"Student of the Holy Academy, Jian Fengyun, I have met all the elders and all the special envoys." With a smile on his face, Jian Fengyun greeted all the senior generals of the Holy Academy in front of him.

"Jian Fengyun, what are you doing? As a student of the Holy Academy, you dare to hit the special envoys of the Holy Academy!" Before the special envoys of the Holy Academy got angry, Yinyi stepped forward, with a look of anger and reprimand on his grace, reprimanded the authentic .

Facing Yinyi's angry reprimand, Jian Fengyun just swept his face lightly, a look of indifference flashed in his eyes, and said with a sneer: "Elder Yinyi, I was not a disciple of the Holy Academy when I beat him, I was still the dean's guardian." Taoist, as a Taoist protector, since someone has insulted the headmaster, I will naturally not be stingy with it."

"Boy, I don't care what kind of guardian you are. Since you dare to hit me, I will kill you." The boy from the Temple of War who was blown away by the sword wind and cloud suddenly stood up, and the imperial power burst out instantly on his body. On the fist in his hand, Immediately, a tiger-shaped supernatural phantom appeared.

"Exalted supernatural powers, Tiger Fighting Fist!"

The boy from the God of War Hall threw out a punch, and was slapped in the face by a boy of the Spirit King Realm. At this moment, he was so angry that he didn't care whether the punch was something a Spirit King Realm martial artist could take, so he went straight to it with all his strength.

roar~
A tiger roar sounded suddenly, and the dense metallic laws surged on the fist of the young man from the Temple of War, turning into countless inscriptions of laws surrounding the fist, piercing through the air with one punch, and blasting directly at Jian Fengyun.

All the elders at the scene frowned slightly when they saw this scene. This punch was obviously not something a martial artist at the Spirit King Realm could do.

Looking at the Tiger Fist coming towards him, Jian Fengyun's face did not change at all, he didn't even activate his sword power, he just raised his arm slightly, and calmly stretched out an index finger with his left hand.

Click!

The Zhanhu Fist hit Jian Fengyun's finger with all its strength, making a crisp sound.

Everyone's first thought was, Jian Fengyun's arm was broken?

But in the next moment, the arm of the boy from the Temple of War suddenly dropped, and all the visions on the arm disappeared, and the scarlet blood soaked through his arm and robe, spread and dripped on the ground.

"what--"

A pig-killing scream sounded immediately, and everyone on the high platform felt a tingling pain in their eardrums.

On the ground, the boy from the Temple of War was holding his blood-stained right arm tremblingly with his left hand. His body couldn't stand still because of the pain, and he lay curled up on the ground.

"Quan'er." Seeing this scene, the old man from the Temple of War God suddenly changed his face, stepped forward and helped the boy from the Temple of War God up on the ground.

"Grandpa, my arm is useless, ah—" the boy called Quan'er curled up and said tremblingly.

"The people in the Temple of War God are still so domineering, it's a pity that this time you didn't meet a soft persimmon you can pinch." Jian Fengyun gently lowered his arm and said.

"Congratulations, Master, Dacheng's Heaven Swallowing Sword Body can instantly devour the opponent's strength to replenish himself."

At this moment, the sword spirit of the Soul Eater Immortal Sword resounded in Jian Fengyun's heart.

Feeling the sword energy slowly gushing out of his body, Jian Fengyun's eyes moved slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. It seems that the Tuntian Sword Body is really different from those divine bodies, but the Dacheng state can instantly swallow a Linghuang All attacks of the martial artist.

Although the young man in the God of War Temple might not have noticed it just now, but at least it was an attack from the Spirit Emperor, and it was swallowed and transformed into sword energy, which is enough to show the strength of the Tuntian sword body.

"Boy, you are so vicious. Quan'er just made a move to test it, and you actually crippled his arm." The old man in the Temple of War at the side found that the bone meridian in the boy's arm seemed to have been broken, and immediately became angry.

Even though he is the Ninth Elder of the God of War Temple, his mental state of tens of thousands of years is also angry at this moment.No one can watch his grandson get slapped and lose his arm.

"Really?" The corner of Jian Fengyun's mouth twitched slightly, and there was a cold light in his eyes, not at all afraid of the anger in the old man's eyes, he said: "You people from the Temple of War first spoke disrespectfully to our dean, and then to me Hand, that punch can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye, and ordinary warriors in the spirit king realm will definitely die under the punch, are you only allowed to treat human life like nothing in the Temple of War God, and not allow me to hurt people in your Temple of War God?"

"I'm curious, who gave you the guts to talk to me like that?" The old man in the Temple of War God's eyes sank. The reputation of the Temple of War God is definitely not ordinary among the Five Realms. Warriors would probably kneel down in fright when they saw the people in the God of War Temple, but as a result, the young man in the Spirit King Realm couldn't help showing no awe at all, and even made a direct move without giving face.

"Courage? The old guys in the Temple of War have about the same longevity. If they lose those war emperors, the Temple of the God of War is just an ordinary big force." Jian Fengyun looked indifferently, glanced at the elders of the Temple of War and said immediately.

When the elder of the God of War Temple heard this, his withered old face suddenly changed color, and his body shook violently, as if he had seen some incredible scene.

"How do you know?" The old man's icy voice suddenly rang in Jian Fengyun's ears, his eyes revealed a icy murderous intent in horror, as if he would kill Jian Fengyun if he disagreed with him.

Facing the sudden murderous aura, Jian Fengyun did not change his face, and replied lightly: "You don't need to know why I know, you just need to know that there is only one person in this world who can keep those old antiques in the Temple of War. .”

"Who?" The eyes of the old man in the Temple of War trembled, his expression froze, and his cloudy eyes were cold and authentic.

"Me." Jian Fengyun raised his eyes slightly, and said immediately.

"You!" The old man in the Temple of War turned cold, and murderous aura surged on his body, "Why do you think I believe you?"

"Swallow it, and you will believe it." Jian Fengyun looked calm, reached out his hand, took out a brown pill from the storage ring, and handed it to the old man in front of him.

The old man of the Temple of War God took the elixir handed over by Jian Fengyun suspiciously, put the elixir in the palm of his hand, felt it carefully, and then slowly put it in his mouth.

The elixir melted in the mouth, and the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly widened, and he blinked in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)