I'm so cheap, you don't want to hit me, do you?

The people next to him suddenly heard something was wrong.

"Zixuan, aren't you ready to go?"

Wang Xuan was surprised and said: "I'm talking about cheering you on, why should I go up?"

Everyone immediately looked at each other.

They said they wanted to do it because they saw how brave Wang Xuan was.

Now that Wang Xuan doesn't charge ahead, how could we beat him if we charge up.

"Wang Xuan, if you don't rush to the front, what if we go up and get beaten to death?"

A disciple said dissatisfied.

This is his truth.

Seeing that Wang Xuan is so brave, following behind Wang Xuan to beat the dog in the water, it's okay to pretend to be a tiger.

If Wang Xuan didn't make it, the danger would be too great.

Wang Xuan immediately shook his head.

"I'm a latecomer, and I'm a junior. Shouldn't you, seniors, protect your junior?"

"Come on, I will cheer you on."

Immediately, the few Confucian disciples who shouted the loudest just now were all embarrassed.

If you can't go up after a long time, how dare you rush up.

But now that the slogans have been shouted out, it would be a bit embarrassing not to go up.

Moreover, Wang Xuan was obviously very vigorous just now, one person can instantly cover a group of people in the night, but now he has become a shrinking turtle, are you embarrassed?

Others don't know if they are embarrassed or not, but Wang Xuan must be genuinely embarrassed.

I have only been in Xiaoshengxianzhuang for a few days, you guys wanted to bully the newcomer before, but now you let me go if you are in danger, why?

Looking at the group of Confucian disciples opposite, Qingluan couldn't help laughing.

These people are usually upright and righteous, and when they encounter problems, they will be cowardly.

At this time, the battle for the master class has reached a fever pitch.

Fu Nian's swordsmanship of the Holy King is open and closed, simple and unpretentious, majestic.

And Hou Bai in blood is not evil.

The two basically belonged to the same level, and it was impossible to tell the winner for a while.

On the other side, it is more difficult for the coir raincoat to face Zhang Liang and Yan Lu.

Yan Lu belonged to the type who was strong when he was strong, especially the sword he used was Hanguang, it was as if there was no sword, and there was no shadow at all.

Zhang Liang's swordsmanship is also very good, chic and elegant.

The coir raincoat was already at a disadvantage in the face of these two.

"Just now, this old boy released killing intent on himself."

Thinking this way, Wang Xuan picked up a stone from the ground, poured his true energy into it, and hit the coir raincoat guest's position.

"Whoosh."

The stone pierced through the air and made a whistling sound.

Of course, this kind of attack is insignificant to a master like the coir raincoat. When the stone approached the coir raincoat, it shattered into powder.

It was just a little Confucian disciple who dared to throw stones at himself, which made the coir raincoat very angry.

"Anger +699."

He swore that if he let himself free his hands, he would definitely tear this kid into pieces.

The next moment, Wang Xuan picked up another stone and threw it over.

Many disciples of Confucianism saw that this method was good, so they also picked up stones and threw them at the camp of the birds.

The people of Bainiao were suddenly angry.

"Are you the only ones who can throw stones?"

So they also picked up stones and threw them over.

Someone directly plucked a brick off the wall and threw it over.

The Confucian family was immediately angry when they saw it.

"Dare to tear down our walls."

Immediately throwing stones became more vigorous.

The two sides who were originally aggressive turned into a stone-throwing battle in an instant, and stones were flying all over the sky.

Nanshan watched all this in astonishment.

How did a serious confrontation between good and evil turn into this?

Everyone is a master, and the worst ones are above the third rank. It is meaningless to be hurt by a stone.

Nan Shan couldn't help looking at Wang Xuan who was still throwing stones at the coir raincoat, as if all the disciples were led astray by him.

Just watching throwing stones, in the end, he couldn't get much anger.

Wang Xuan immediately changed his attack method, and shouted: "Coir raincoat, you son of a bitch, you have the guts to come over and fight the young master for three hundred rounds."

The coir raincoat's eyes were red, and he was actually provoked by a young man of Confucianism.

But the problem is, he really can't get away now.

Inadvertently, Yan Lu left a wound on his leg.

Although it didn't affect his performance, his mind was a little messed up.

"Anger +799."

"Go to hell, kid!"

The coir raincoat forced Yan Lu and Zhang Liang to retreat with one move, and the next moment, he suddenly rushed in the direction of Wang Xuan.

This kid provoked him again and again, and he felt that if he didn't kill this kid, he would have a shadow in his heart.

"Under the joint attack of the two of us, we dare to be distracted and do other things."

Zhang Liang and Yan Lu swung their swords at the same time, and attacked the coir raincoat.

Chapter 504 What's the situation?

How could Yan Lu and Zhang Liang allow the coir raincoat to attack their disciples.

And the two of them had the absolute upper hand.

When the coir raincoat rushed towards Emperor Xuan, he showed his back to them. This was already a huge opening, and they had no reason not to take the opportunity to kill him.

The sword light was shining brightly, and Zhang Liang and his brother Yan Lu cooperated tacitly, fully displaying the Confucian gentleman's way of swordsmanship.

Although Yan Lu's Han Guangjian couldn't see the shadow, but at this moment, in cooperation with Zhang Liang, the two sword qi entangled in the air, and directly hit the coir raincoat's back.

"Boom."

The coir raincoat decisively turned around and fought back.

A fishing rod sounded a strong wind in the air.

The fishing rod is made of black iron, and its origin is extraordinary, and the attack method is even more strange and unpredictable.

I saw the coir raincoat wielding his fishing rod, forming a force like a fishing net.

Block all the attacks of Yan Lu and Zhang Liang.

The moment the sword energy was blocked, Zhang Liang made another strike.

The fishing net was torn apart, just when everyone thought that Zhang Liang's sword would definitely be successful.

The coir raincoat's fishing rod swung out suddenly and hit the sword body, making a clanging sound.

He actually pushed Zhang Liang back a little bit.

Yan Lu made a timely move, forcing the coir raincoat to retreat with a sword, gaining the upper hand again.

And at this time, Wang Xuan directly cleared the other exercises and added points to Wan Jianjue.

More than 40 swords flew out from the box behind him, forming a long sword-like dragon in the sky, which was magnificent.

All the disciples of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, including the members of Bainiao, were all stunned.

"What a terrifying way of the sword."

"Controlling more than 40 swords at a time, what a powerful internal force."

"Even if it is the twelfth grade, it can't be done."

Wang Xuan's body flew in the air.

Although there is still a big gap between myself and a master at the master level like the coir raincoat, my true energy is strong and endless.

The effect is absolutely full when it is pretending to be forced.

"This seems to be the Wanjian Jue of Jianzong back then."

Among the members of Yemu, a middle-aged man recognized Wang Xuan's exercises.

"Is this Wanjian Jue very powerful?"

"The suzerain of the Sword Sect is a swordsman, and it is he who created the Wanjian Jue."

"What happened after that?"

someone asked.

"Later, he controlled a hundred swords to fight against the enemy. Because of his lack of true energy, his true energy was exhausted within half a stick of incense, and finally he was chopped into eight pieces by the enemy."

This is a typical example of pretending to be aggressive.

Many people couldn't help looking at Wang Xuan.