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Chapter 97 Wang Anfeng's Defeat
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Those who have entered the palace for a year are all rebuilding their foundations, and their cultivation bases are all below the ninth rank.

However, a group of fighters below rank nine are gathered around and staring at you, which is enough to make one's scalp tingle. Wang Anfeng originally planned to admit defeat just now, but seeing the appearance of these students at this time, he is definitely not willing to let him easily accept it.

If you admit defeat, who will you lose to?

The young man who descended from the sky showed no fear on his face. With a pull of his right hand, there was a rattling sound from the big tree beside him, and he fell down to hold the extremely powerful and domineering weapon with ease. The blade is three feet long, the handle is four feet long, and the mighty and sturdy momentum rushes forward.

Great Qin Mo Dao.

If the wall advances side by side, both men and horses will be cut!
Seeing the young man pull out such a cruel and senseless weapon, those fiery-eyed students seemed to have been poured cold water on their heads, and immediately stopped in their tracks. The young man's eyebrows were thick and messy. A very ferocious air rushed towards his face, his eyes were slightly closed, and he held the handle of Mo Dao in one hand, and said slowly:
"Big man, you should not do something, and you must do something."

"Abandoning righteousness for profit, bullying the few with the more, is not the way of a chivalrous man..."

"You are so skinny, don't you feel ashamed at all?!"

He spoke in a calm voice, and saw that there were nearly a hundred people surrounded by them, but their expressions remained the same. They didn't know the depth and dared not go forward, so they saw him lift up the heavy Mo Dao casually, the blade spun around, pointed at the ground obliquely, and To Wang Anfeng, said:

"Leave it to me here...you can leave."

The breeze blew by, and the hair fluttered slightly, which made the demeanor of this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy more calm and extraordinary. Wang Anfeng took a breath, clasped his fists and said seriously:
"Thank you."

Then, taking advantage of the moment when many students around were afraid to step forward, he performed lightness kung fu, stepped directly onto the tree trunk, and used his strength to cross the high wall. At almost the same time, the corner of the boy's mouth pursed, becoming more determined, and he opened his eyes. Seemingly helpless, he said with emotion:
"Oh, sure enough, how can someone like you leave alone, or you can come with me..."

"Um?!!"

"What about people?"

When the young man turned his head, Wang Anfeng was no longer there, and his expression froze:
"No."

"I let you go, just to be polite... Brother, don't take it seriously!"

At this moment, a strange voice came from somewhere in the crowd, saying: "Everyone, don't be afraid, the Mo Dao in this kid's hand is just a piece of wood, it doesn't work if you don't care!"

"Cut him!"

The young man's face changed when he heard the words, although he immediately reacted, the other students had already seen that something was wrong, and felt a nameless karmic fire burning in his heart, he surrounded him with a 'grinning' grin, his forehead seemed to have bulging veins , is bound to clean up the stick that disrupted the situation.

Facing the students who came up to him, the young man frowned with thick and messy eyebrows, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear.

With a wave of the knife in his hand, he sneered and said:
"Cut me? Come on!"

"Master, I have never been cowardly in my life!"

When everyone heard the words, their hearts became even more angry, and they immediately drew their weapons and surrounded them.

On a roof a few hundred meters away, a Confucian scholar in a gray robe was holding a dusty iron pot, squatting wretchedly on top of a glazed tile, munching on the medicinal porridge for a while, and poured the medicinal porridge Swallowing, exhaling, raised his sleeve and wiped it at the corner of his mouth.

Holding the iron pot in his arms, he sat down slumped back, smashed a few pieces of glazed tiles on his buttocks, put the black pot aside, rubbed his chin, his eyes were deep, and a titmouse stood on top of his messy hair, from time to time After pecking twice, the Confucian scholar just muttered to himself as if he was ordinary:
"This little lunatic, it's already in this situation, so he doesn't need to show his real skills?"

"Like Jiang Shouyi's dead turtle shell."

"I thought that after 20 years, I would be able to see Shou Yifu's double master of piano and sword again. I didn't expect to be a tortoise king again."

"Hey, I want to see how you end up, kid."

The Confucian scholar spat aside, and was about to get up and leap into the air, when he suddenly remembered something, raised his hand and carefully grabbed the tit, gently teased it with his fingers, and said with a smile:
"I'm really not afraid of people."

"Go ahead, I don't have anything to feed you here, don't get so close to people from now on, if you get close to me again, I'll blow you up for a drink!"

As the Confucian scholar said, he suddenly made a grimace with his mouth slanted and his eyes slanted, which made the little tit tremble with fright, and then it flapped its wings and flew up. What to do with the little turtle.

These students are not easy to deal with now.

Thinking of that situation, the Confucian scholar secretly smiled, his eyebrows opened, full of joy.

On the other side, not long after Wang Anfeng ran away, there was the sound of shouting behind him, he turned his head suddenly, and saw a group of students chasing up with either chic or simple footwork. The mighty and mighty young man seemed to be overthrown just by meeting him.

The young man had a headache. He just felt that these students were stickier than the stove candy during the New Year's Eve. He had achieved his goal, and he didn't have any resentment. He was really not interested in fighting again, but the situation at this time was extremely clear.

As long as he has not been defeated, these people will definitely continue to chase him.

If you want to fight, seeing all the commotion, it is obviously another pile of troubles.

Thinking of that sloppy Confucian scholar, the young man gritted his teeth with hatred, everywhere in front of him, he could see students from various schools, like a dog's skin plaster, and he couldn't avoid it. The wooden dagger spun and pierced the air, almost brushing the tip of Wang Anfeng's nose, and the boy paused.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, several disciples jumped up in front of him, stepped on the wall, and stopped him, and there were people besieging him on the left and right behind him.

At this point, the situation is inevitable.

A tall military boy held a long stick and smiled brightly:
"Let's fight, Wang Anfeng."

"If you continue running, you will only make your own situation worse."

Seeing his confident appearance, Wang Anfeng turned his mind, exhaled, and said:

"Not necessarily."

The opponent smiled lightly, did not answer, and simply stepped forward to attack him. Wang Anfeng's wrist shook, and the whip and lock shot out like a python, entangled on the long stick. This force approached quickly, but the moment he approached a few feet, he jumped directly and jumped off the wall several meters high.

The whip lock was loosened at this time, and the young man's figure drew a perfect arc, and landed in front of a figure in a Confucian shirt below.

At this time, the student above didn't care at all, but looking at the other figure, his heart moved, and suddenly he remembered an idea, his face changed drastically, and he shouted:
"not good!"

"Don't be overthinking it, Wang Anfeng!"

After the sound fell, he jumped down the wall suddenly, and chopped with a stick.

Sudden change happened, but the boy in Confucian shirt on the opposite side looked indifferent, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the falling Wang Anfeng with amused smile in his clear brown pupils.

Wang Anfeng ignored the howling students who jumped down, and didn't see the boy in front of him clearly, so he raised his hand to hold the other's palm, and said:

"Trouble."

"I will give you a chance."

After saying that, he held the palm firmly in his throat, and the smile on his face was rare and bright.

"you win."

An annoyed voice and the sound of the weapon being smashed to the ground came from behind him. Wang Anfeng felt a little relieved, but the palm in his hand easily got out of his control in an instant, and he yanked it on his neckline, slightly startled.

The next moment, his body suddenly flew into the air, and he was hit hard on the ground without any power to fight back. The internal force of the golden bell shield was thrown into pieces in an instant, and his expression was stunned.

The person in front of him clapped his hands lightly, leaned down, put his left hand behind his back, and held a folding fan in his right, raised the bewildered young boy's face, raised the corners of his mouth, and said:
"Of course I win."

"However, since we parted that day, I haven't seen him for eight or nine months. Brother Wang has grown a lot, and his courage has also grown a lot."

The familiar voice was full of teasing, Wang Anfeng lay on the ground blankly, with the expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

"Xue..."

As soon as the surname was given out, I felt the fan on the chin slightly exerted force, and said:
"...Brother."

The boy in front of him raised his folding fan, stood up and smiled, saying:

"Of course."

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