Chapter 242： Insulting, Perpetual Insult (No. 6

The other disciples were similar to those of the Western Academy just now, and felt shameful. They believed that Jiang Chen pulled the disciples who could not be considered worthy to the bottom.

"Dean, except for the sharp teeth and sharp teeth of this man, I don't see that he is qualified to get excellent grades." Mo Shi asked from the audience.

"I also had this question, and the senior officials of the sanctuary all had this question, but Nan Gong eliminated all the questions with just one sentence." Yi Yuechuan said.

"Oh?"

Mo Shi had to hear what it was. Mo Fei Jiang Chen was a high-level illegitimate child in the sanctuary?

"He broke the record of entering the non-world for the first time. At that time, Nan Gong said such a sentence and left, and the voice of doubt disappeared."

"real or fake?!"

Mo Shi was taken aback. As a trainee, of course he knew what ‘not our world’ meant.

Waiting for his surprise to calm down, the two on the stage confirmed that they started fighting.

In the face of Zhuang Fan's hand, Jiang Chen was flying like a knife, wild and domineering, and he was no different from Zhuang Fan.

Considering the difference between the two, Jiang Chen has won in some respects.

However, this is not the criterion for Valkyrie's judgment, and the battle continues.

"No wonder you are arrogant. There are two hits."

"Success in the middle period is exactly like Zhuang Fan's in the later period, which is really good."

Jiang Chen's performance barely met the expectations of the disciples of the Holy See, and he thought that there was a certain amount of honor in the advanced study places.

"But that's not enough."

What the school seniors of the colleges see.

"Now there is no difference between wins and losses, but it is difficult to say if you continue to fight, like this level, often the longer the time, the wider the gap between the two sides will be."

"At present, this disciple is a master of the wind path and the half-step golden path. Therefore, he is so fierce, but his knife is not sophisticated enough, and it is worse than Zhuang Fan's method."

"After another quarter of an hour, you will see a clear gap."

These disciples in the heavenly courts can be said to have a very high vision, and what they say naturally has some truth.

After fierce fighting for a quarter of an hour, Zhuang Fan became more and more brave, but Jiang Chen's skill was blocked.

Snapped!

Another palm shot on Jiang Chen's black blade, making Jiang Chen's whole arm flew behind his shoulder, and the man stepped back a few steps.

"No way."

Zhuang Fan laughed, but he was uncomfortable, because he beat Jiang Chen for too long, and it was a shame to deal with a fellow disciple.

"I said, why do you look so strange?"

The disciples in the Western Academy saw Jiang Chen showing signs of defeat and shook their heads, but they noticed that five people from one place with Jiang Chen were obviously wrong.

They didn't have the slightest expressions on their faces, but they were strange.

"This guy really has to practice sword-making with anyone." Lu Fei said.

"The sanctuary really deserves its name," said Princess Yueyue.

The other four nodded.

"Just one will force Jiang Chen to use a sword." Lu Fei said.

When this word came out, the people around him were shocked and wondered if they heard it wrong.

Without waiting for them to ask, Jiang Chen on the hero's stage put away the knife and stood up.

"Why, want to admit defeat? It's not that simple."

Zhuang Fan did not take the opportunity to attack. Under the watchful eye of the Fourth Courtyard, he wanted to be upright and defeat this man with an absolute gap.

In the later period, he completed a full-fledged divine tour, thirty-six caves, practiced the celestial mystery skills, and mastered the complete palms.

These are Zhuang Fan's strength.

However, when he saw Jiang Chen's next move, everyone was holding back, and saw his left hand take out a spirit sword from the Na ring.

With the action of drawing a sword, the sound of the sword can be felt through the scene.

"Swordsman? Then?"

The five members of the fire realm wished to see the expression they wanted to see on other people's faces, especially Princess Feiyue. When they tried, Jiang Chen faced her before moving.

The four courtyards were in an uproar. The sword was used first, followed by the sword. The meaning was obvious. The sword was much stronger than the sword.

Jiang Chen was just playing with Zhuang Fan just now, but there was already a close match, which shows that the two are not at the same level at all!

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Zhuang Fan did not believe such a ridiculous thing, and thought that Jiang Chen was foolish.

"Maybe, his sword isn't powerful yet, but he struggled for another quarter of an hour."

Thinking of this, Zhuang Fan put his heart down.

"I won't let you do that, I won't give you one minute this time."

Speaking, Zhuang Fan did his best.

Suddenly the divine yuan in the body suddenly skyrocketed, and the whole person sent out a strong airflow, and the sound was amazing.

"Compared with the trial and error, Zhuang Fan worked hard to this extent." The general teaching history Wen Wen slightly dissatisfied.

In fact, there are unwritten rules in the sanctuary. The test and the duel must be separated, leaving a certain amount of room.

However, Zhuang Fan did this just to defeat Jiang Chen as soon as possible, not to say that he must do so to win.

"Changhong swordsmanship: one sword and three styles!"

Jiang Chen remained indifferent, smiled scornfully, pulled his sword out of the sheath, and greeted him.

Exclaimed in the fourth courtyard.

Compared with the sword just now, Jiang Chen who is out of the sword is totally two people. Not only has his temperament changed greatly, Ling's sword has swept through every corner of the hero's platform.

This change was quickly reflected in Zhuang Fan.

The three swords fell, Zhuang Fanquan turned into nothing, the sleeves of his hands were broken, and the Chixiao sword frame was on his neck, and the cold sword edge made the skin faintly hurt.

"One sword and three styles. The third style is non-stop. Your life is gone. Now I ask you, who is garbage?" Jiang Chen said.

"You!" Zhuang Fan was furious.

Jiang Chen's hand shook, leaving a bloodstain on his neck, saying, "I'm very brave, don't scare me."

Suddenly, Zhuang Fan's cold sweat flowed down his cheeks, his lips clenched and he didn't speak.

One sword lost, or in front of the courtyard, he can only do so.

"Don't you ask me that garbage like this doesn't deserve to be in your eleventh class? Now your squad leader is so incompetent, but thank you for not joining!"

"I'm asking you in front of the Fourth House, who is the garbage!"

"You have the ability to kill me! Zhuang Fan shouted.

"Do you think I dare?"

One sentence, seven words.

After falling, Jiang Chen seemed to be transformed into a fierce beast, and Zhuang Fan's eyes turned into a scarlet red, which was so thick that he could feel his murderous power and instantly broke his inner defense.

This is the killing gas that Jiang Chen helped Bai Ling to unlock the wisdom.

The might of prehistoric beasts is enough to deter a small figure in a wandering realm.

"I ask you ~ www.novelhall.com ~ who is the waste!" Jiang Chen yelled.

"I'm waste!"

Zhuang Fan shouted in fear and bowed to the ground.

"Ha ha."

Jiang Chen's fierce and evil look disappeared all at once, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Closed the sword into the sheath, no longer looked at Zhuang Fan kneeling on the ground, turned and walked off the hero platform.

Within a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked up into the air.

Such a perspective makes the people in the four courtyards have a feeling of being gazed.

"The insult is always insulting."

I don't know if he said this to Zhuang Fan or the disciples who are proud and look down on others.

Everyone has a feeling that is beyond words.