Heaven-defying Skills

Han Fengxue's voice was not loud, but it seemed to have magnetism. Time was frozen at this moment, and everyone around him had forgotten to cheer. Countless eyes with strange colors looked at his ordinary yet majestic figure, and even some girls were already in love with him.

Which boy doesn't value righteousness, and which girl doesn't have a child. Strong strength and the spirit of giving everything for friends and brothers are enough to gain respect and admiration.

"Ahem," a cough broke the silence. The sound of the tsunami sounded, and the onlookers began to cheer for Han Fengxue and the love of brotherhood.

"This student, please abide by the rules of the game. People outside the field are not allowed to interfere in the game." An inappropriate voice sounded.

Han Fengxue turned to look at the referee. She didn't expect that human nature could be so depraved and shameless.

"Get the fuck out of here. That guy continued to kill people just now when others gave in. Where did you go?" Someone couldn't help but curse.

The senior college student's face was slightly red. Of course he knew what the facts were, but he knew the knight boy's eldest brother and he also knew the boy's identity, so he ignored his own personality and favored the boy. If Han Fengxue hadn't appeared, the matter might have been settled hastily, because no one would offend the son of a powerful earl for an incompetent dead man. However, the appearance of Han Fengxue broke everything. People yearned for and worshiped heroes, and today Han Fengxue undoubtedly played this role.

"What's going on?" Xue Heng came over and asked.

The crowd was furious, and everyone told me the whole story, while the senior referee lowered his head.

Glancing at Han Fengxue in surprise, Xue Heng said calmly: "Both parties are at fault in this matter." Then he pointed at Han Fengxue and said: "Although you have violated the rules, I just want to save people." Again. He turned to the knight boy and said: "As for you, you will be disqualified from the competition. At the same time, you will not have the right to participate in all competitions in the academy in the future." Finally, he turned to the referee and said: "You, follow me."

Han Fengxue nodded. It was pretty good that Xue Heng could do this, and he didn't bother too much. The young man glanced at Han Fengxue bitterly and said nothing.

Han Fengxue helped Leng Wuya walk to the dormitory.

"Master," Canyue trotted over and said excitedly, "Master, you are so strong." After more than a month of college life, Canyue is no longer the rookie she was before, and she has learned a lot about the strength of her strength. Seeing Han Fengxue easily defeating the knight with a third-level monster mount, Zang Yue was of course happy for him.

"Xiaoyue, as long as you practice well, you will catch up with me sooner or later." Han Fengxue said with a smile.

"Yeah," nodded, and Zangyue left with a smile.

"Your relative?" Leng Wuya said enviously when he saw the closeness between the two.

"I rescued a girl on the road, but now she is my sister." Han Fengxue said calmly.

Leng Wuya was thoughtful.

"I didn't expect that our Xuefeng is not only strong, but also very kind." Qi Yu joked.

That night, Leng Wuya's injury was able to move freely after simple treatment.

"Can you accompany me for a walk?" Leng Wuya said to Han Fengxue. Today Han Fengxue did not go to Dance with Dragons and Phoenixes because she was taking care of Leng Wuya.

"Of course," Han Fengxue nodded.

The bright moonlight shone on two lonely teenagers, who were sitting on the edge of the bridge, chatting in a low voice.

"Do you really think of me as your brother?" Leng Wuya asked, looking into Han Fengxue's eyes.

"What do you think?" Han Fengxue asked.

Haha, with a bitter smile, Leng Wuya said in despair: "Of course I believe you, I don't have anything profitable in me, and I am still a useless waste. Maybe without you, no one would care if I died on the field today. "

"Why do you think so? Qi Yu and Wu Ya both care about you."

"Listen first, let me tell you a story." Leng Wuya fell into deep memories: "I was born in a declining warrior family. My ancestors were from the Martial God Empire. For generations, everyone in our family has Very good warrior talent, but no other talents. People in the family never dare to forget the ancestral teachings and stick to an oath to let the warrior profession shine again. However, the family's skills have long been lost, and only a few are left. Low-level martial arts, for this so-called oath, no one has been able to break through to the realm of martial arts after generations of efforts. The bloodline left by our ancestors has made our family proud, and no one in this generation is willing to surrender to fate. I spent countless years groping in the dark, only to end up in destruction. Because of the stubborn temper of my family, I had a grudge against another powerful family. That was one night three years ago. When I returned to my family, there were corpses all over the ground. My father, mother, and family elders all fell in a pool of blood. I was powerless and could only shake the corpses of my parents desperately. Unexpectedly, my father suddenly came back to his senses, grabbed my shoulders and said. : "I'm not willing to give in, I'm not willing to give in, Wuya, you must fulfill your ancestor's will, otherwise I will die in peace. "After that, my father left me forever."

Leng Wuya's eyes were red, he was in extreme pain, and he roared: "But what can I do? At the age of ten, I could only live on the mercy of others. I trained hard day and night and finally became an intermediate warrior. However, what can this change? I am also despised by others. Without real warrior skills, it is impossible for me to break through to the Martial Sect and step into the realm of a strong martial artist. "

After saying everything, Leng Wuya fell into silence again, and he felt much more relaxed.

Han Fengxue listened quietly to Leng Wuya's story, and he found that he was actually lucky. He began to admire Leng Wuya's people. They persisted for a thousand years just for a promise. How much perseverance and faith did they need.

"No wonder Wuya is so indifferent. He was made to do it." Han Fengxue sighed in his heart.

"Wuya, do you think I am your brother?" Han Fengxue asked seriously.

"When you said that in the freshman ranking battle, I knew that I had a brother in my life." Leng Wuya said seriously.

Han Fengxue had an ancient book in his hand and handed it to Leng Wuya, saying, "Wuya, take a look."

Leng Wuya took it curiously and flipped through it. After reading for a while, he stood up suddenly, his whole body trembling with excitement, his face flushed, and he said incoherently, "Warrior's skills."

Han Fengxue could fully understand Leng Wuya's mood. After a thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of dreams, and a thousand years of persistence, the desperate Leng Wuya finally saw a ray of hope. How could he not be excited? Shouldn't he be excited?