Heavenly God Mnemonic

There was deathly silence, everyone was holding their breath, their faces were pale, and they looked at this scene in disbelief.

The three powerhouses in the real martial realm were abolished in one move!

And it was abandoned by a freshman!

In a secret room in the main hall, the white beard protector suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red, as if he had fallen into the bottom of his eyes with all the fighting just now, revealing a thick startled color, a hoarse voice came from his throat, and said in a low voice: "The Sword Classic of Haoran Academy!"

Inside the hall, apart from the flames on Chen Zhen's body still "flapping" and burning, there was no sound.

Everyone was stunned, stiff, as if pinned in place.

Even the teacher who handled the registration had a horrified expression on his face, looking at Yang Qingxuan in shock.

Is such a strange face and such a terrifying strength really a new life?

Yang Qingxuan ignored the shocked expressions of everyone, flicked his sword, pointed at Zeng Wen, and said, "It's your turn."

"what?!--"

Zeng Wen was so scared that his face was ashen, his legs trembled, and he trembled: "Let it go, let me go, I was wrong, I'm rubbish, it's not worth your action, please, don't kill me."

"Leave him to me."

Suddenly, Chen Zhen, who had been sitting and meditating, opened his eyes and said lightly.

The flame on his body, after a few beats, was like a candle in the wind, gradually weakening, and then disappeared from the body.

After that, the entire face became cold, and a sharp murderous aura was looming, like a sword about to be unsheathed, showing its sharp edge.

Yang Qingxuan put away his sword, stood with his hand held, and said, "Come on."

Zeng Wen's pupils widened, and he lost his voice: "How is it possible, your anger? People have seven emotions and six desires, and there are joys, angers, sorrows, and joys. Where is your anger? Where is the anger?!"

He cursed frantically, and spouted: "You shit, your whole family is shit, all shit..."

"Zheng!"

A spear light flew up, like an ice flower blooming in the air, and Jiaoruo Jinglong went across.

"laugh!"

Seeing a flash of silver light, Zeng Wen's mouth was pierced by the spear, and the gun body directly penetrated, exploded from the back of his head, and plunged into the ground.

The cold light on Jiaoruo Youlong was shining, and bloodstains dripped down the silver-white gun body, shining brightly.

Zeng Wen opened his mouth wide, his eyes were gray, and he shut up completely.

Chen Zhenhan said: "I have found a way to turn all my anger into murderous intent. You keep irritating me, you are constantly strengthening my heart to kill you."

Zeng Wen fell on his back, his head burst, and he could no longer hear him.

"Boom!"

The teacher in charge of registration slammed the table, stood up, and said angrily: "Dare enough! How dare you ignore school rules and regulations and kill classmates in front of me!"

Chen Zhen put away the gun and said coldly, "He did it first. I'm just defending myself, otherwise I will be the one who is dead now."

The teacher said coldly: "Sophistry! No matter what, if you kill your classmate, things are not that simple. Let me go to the Academic Affairs Office."

He glanced at the three seriously injured on the ground and pointed to Yang Qingxuan and said, "You should also be careful. If the three of them die, you will not be able to escape."

Yang Qingxuan said calmly: "That's why the three of them didn't die."

He turned his head, smiled suddenly, and said: "I have a bad temper and don't like others pointing at me, no matter if that person is a classmate or a teacher."

"you……!"

The teacher was furious, slammed the table, jumped out, and said coldly: "You say it again!"

Yang Qingxuan said: "I have a bad temper, and I don't like other people pointing at me, regardless of whether that person is a classmate or a teacher."

teacher:"……"

The students who had been dumbfounded for a long time came back to their senses, and they were all shocked to say, "Arrogant! Too arrogant!", "Even the teacher dared to target it, let's see how he ends up!", "Hey, wait to get beaten!"

It's all gloating sounds.

The muscles on the teacher's face twitched, and he said coldly, "I'm looking for death!"

After that, he raised his palm and slapped it.

Only then did Yang Qingxuan put down his hands behind him, his body soared, and the Martial Soul Seal on the center of his eyebrows shined brightly.

Fighting ghosts whirred and whirled in the palm of his palm, the terrifying sword intent gushing out like a storm, and a sword light shot out from it, slashing towards the teacher's palm.

The teacher was taken aback, and hurriedly retracted his hand, tapped a few volleys with two fingers, and drew a golden rune, which was about to be photographed, and suddenly noticed a dangerous breath coming, and saw Yang Qingxuan turning around. In the darkness, the big sword in his hand emits blue and blue light, as if the entire darkness has been compressed in.

"not good!"

Although the strength of the teacher was average, but his eyesight was still there, he immediately saw the horror of the sword. He turned around and leaped for the gate of the hall, ignoring the golden talisman that had just condensed. Then his figure flashed and disappeared.

"Huh? Escaped?"

In the main hall, all the students opened their mouths, watching this scene in disbelief, the teacher actually escaped?

Yang Qingxuan himself was stunned. As soon as the sword intent on his body dissipated, he put the fighting ghosts away and snorted coldly: "You count your interest."

Many students are all sweating and swallowing saliva with difficulty. Isn't this too arrogant? Even the teacher dared to fight, and he didn't put anyone in his eyes.

Yang Qingxuan's eyes swept away, staring at the students around him, and said coldly: "Who else is not convinced? You can come up and die together."

All the students bowed their heads, no one dared to say anything.

Yang Qingxuan continued: "Don't think that you are enrolled early, you can rely on the old to sell the old. To put it bluntly, your age is also alive with dogs, and even newcomers can't beat them. What kind of face is there? How far is it? Give me how far you can get away. In the future, I will hear who would dare to talk to Wu Qiyue about me, and I will fight each time until you are honest!"

Many students were silent, many of them clenched fists with both hands, daring not to speak, and being taught this way by a new student was unprecedented and ridiculous.

"Too too much! Too arrogant! I refuse to accept Wu Peng, please enlighten me!"

When the sound fell, a student flew out in the air, his hands were imprinted, and a thousand thunders spread out, and it quickly spread over the entire hall, crackling.

Then he closed his palms together, and thousands of thunder lights were condensed in his palms like thunder!

"Eight Thunder Palm!"

"Boom!"

A palm shot out eight thunder lights in the air, and the "crack" flashed continuously, crits from all directions, and thunder was shocked.

"Wu Peng! It is Wu Peng of Eight Thunder Palms, haha, now Yang Qingxuan is dead!"

Some students recognized it immediately and shouted in surprise.

"The 26th-ranked expert on the Qianlong Ranking, it is said that his eight thunder palms will only be successful this year, and he is predicted to be in the top 20.

"Look at how arrogant Yang Qingxuan is, he will definitely die now!"

The melon-eating crowd, who had been sluggish, came back to life and rejuvenated, and began to talk about it, all with surprises on their faces.