Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 1227 Tang Yao's Sword Out
Yi Qingyun was angry, so it was fine for Long Fei to provoke him.

This Wang Jie, something that was not popular in Chang'an Academy at the beginning, is also worthy of challenging him.

He limped and yelled, "Wang Jie, don't pretend to be a tiger here. I accept your challenge, but you still have to be beaten by me and beg for mercy!"

"Okay, this time I'll see who will kneel down."

With the secret treasure given by Long Fei, Wang Jie is full of confidence.

The two went to the battle field together, and the square outside was soon filled with schoolmates again.

After a few days of silence, Wang Jie had just recovered, and immediately came out to toss again.

This time it wasn't someone else torturing Wang Jie, it was Wang Jie who took the initiative to torment others.

Shen Yan'er and Chen Feng also came over, looked at Long Fei from a distance, and thought that it would be strange to be able to be calm with this guy around.

Changxi, a cultivator outside the territory, concentrated her mental energy, fearing that Chu Feng would take advantage of her again.

She is ready this time, if Chu Feng comes again, she must release the secret treasure to take this guy away.

When she was thinking, her eyes met Chu Feng in the distance.

The corners of Chu Feng's mouth curled up, and he blew a kiss at her from a distance, and pursed his lips.

Changxi took a deep breath and clenched her small fists.

If it wasn't for maintaining a ladylike demeanor, she would have rushed to beat him up now.

The old man guarding the battlefield gave Wang Jie and Yi Qingyun the Void Breaking Talisman.

Although it was troublesome, he repeated the rules.

Yi Qingyun went in first, pointed to Wang Jie and yelled, "Wang Jie, I will beat you into a grandson later."

"I'm waiting for you!"

As a poet, Wang Jie tossed his hair in disdain, looked around a group of juniors, and sang loudly, "When the wind blows, the clouds fly, and Wang Jie fights in all directions, and the blue clouds will turn into pigs' heads!"

Lin Shanshan covered her face and burst out laughing, not wanting to know this guy.

Long Fei and Chu Feng also laughed, thinking that this guy has no ink, and dares to recite poems.

They turned their faces away, feeling a little ashamed.

Who knew that this kind of nonsense doggerel was still quite popular in this cultural desert world.

After hearing this, a group of female students excitedly yelled at Wang Jie, "Senior, you are talented in literature and martial arts, you are number one in the world!"

"Senior, can you give me this poem?"

"Good poem, good poem! Senior, let's have another one!"

"The chief poet of Chang'an Academy is Senior Wang Jie."

Their warm eyes almost made them want to throw themselves into their arms.

Chu Feng said jealously, "Damn it, I want to recite a poem too!"

Long Fei and the others were completely speechless, really defeated by the cultural background of these monks.

This just confirms the short board theory, no matter whether it is a person or a thing, it is impossible to be perfect.

To some extent, each has its own shortcomings.

The cultivation and civilization of this world is well developed, but science and culture are naturally as barren as deserts.

In the battle field, Wang Jie and Yi Qingyun fought against each other.

In terms of realm, Yi Qingyun is worthy of being the number one genius in Chang'an Academy.

He himself is a spirit body of wind and rain, riding the wind, turning rain into fog, extremely fast, and good at hiding.

One stroke is to rise to the sky, one stroke is to rise straight to the sky, one stroke is to sweep the clouds, and one stroke is to create clouds and mist.It was so heavy that Wang Jie couldn't use his strength, and there was a bang, and the long swords in their hands collided.

The long sword in Wang Jie's hand was shining golden, and there was a faint sound of singing, as if it came from ancient times, with a breath of desolation and vicissitudes.

Wang Jie's Dapeng Yujian was shocked, and he flew back with him.

Yi Qingyun turned the long sword in his hand and said triumphantly, "I didn't expect that, I just brought all the treasures of the town clan from home. This sword is the sword of Tang Yao, the ancestor of our Yi family. This sword is The Emperor's Sword, in fact, you can compare with a roc!"

"Tang Yaojian?"

"Is this one of the ancient Three Emperors' swords?"

"It is rumored that the ancient emperor Tang Yao was born in Yiqi Mountain. When he was born, he was fostered by Yihou Changru's family. His descendants took Yi as their surname and called Yishi. After the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty, Yishi was an official in the court, and three generations were prime ministers. .”

"The family is profound, I can't compare with you!"

"Senior Wang Jie miscalculated, this time he must still lose!"

The surrounding juniors turned their heads to discuss, seeing this man's sword coming out, they couldn't help admiring.

This sword is red copper in color, engraved with mountains, rivers, flowers and plants, the sun, the moon and stars, and it is somewhat imaginative with Yuhuang sword.

Yao, Shun and Yu, the three ancient emperors all have their own treasures left behind.

Tang Yaojian is one of them.

"You are too confident."

Knowing that he was not Yi Qingyun's opponent, Wang Jie cut Jin Jiao out directly.

A golden light flashed and turned into two flood dragons, swiping towards Yi Qingyun and strangling them.

"Asshole, you cheated!"

Yi Qingyun vomited blood, and ran away without saying a word.

With one move, Qingyun went straight up and jumped into the air.

The golden dragon scissors followed him like a shadow, and made a biting sound behind him, as if trying to cut him in half.

He didn't expect that Long Fei was willing to give such an important magic weapon to Wang Jie.

This is impossible in their gang.

Shushan Zichuan, Shenxu Jiangchuan, Kunlun Jiang Wudi and others squinted their eyes, and their hearts were shocked.

Wang Jie sipped softly, "It's fine if you can beat you, what about cheating, didn't you also bring your family's Emperor Sword."

"Nima!"

Yi Qingyun was so angry after being chased by the scissors, he turned his head and slashed at the golden scissors fiercely.

It's easy to break it, and he still doesn't believe in this evil.

The sword energy swayed for more than ten meters, and a sword shadow fell like a gust of wind, chopping on the top of the golden dragon scissors with a bang.

The Human Emperor's Sword collided with the magic weapon of the True Immortal, and it exploded in the air, causing the surrounding ground to shake.

Jin Jiaojian just blocked lightly, separated into two lanes in the air, avoiding most of the sword lights, and then closed and strangled at Yi Qingyun from both sides.

Yi Qingyun's sword qi slammed into the ground with a puff, and with a stabbing sound, a hole more than ten meters long was split in the ground.

The golden dragon cuts and the two dragons merge, click and cut.

Yi Qingyun hurriedly resisted with his sword, and was shocked by the huge force of the scissors, and was directly sent flying.

On the one hand, Wang Jie used his mental power to control the Golden Jiao scissors, and on the other hand, he used the Dapeng's aura to chop out the Dapeng Feather Sword behind his back extremely quickly.

Yi Qingyun faced the enemy on both sides, entangled with more than a dozen moves.

With a click, the scissors went down, cutting off his leg that had been bitten by the bald dog, and blood spurted wildly.

"Asshole, I won't let you go!"

With a scream, he helplessly crushed the void talisman, and escaped from the double attack of Wang Jie and Jin Jiaojian.

Whoever uses the void-breaking talisman is the loser.

The heart of the servant of the Yi family outside was beating wildly, and he hurried over to carry Yi Qingyun away.

This leg is lost, so I have to go back to the family and rely on secret methods to quickly connect it.

The other monks were quiet for a while, they didn't expect the golden dragon scissors to be so sharp and domineering, even the Emperor's Sword would be unstoppable.

Wang Jie went out, raised his arms and shouted, "I, Wang Jie, have won!"

A group of female cultivators couldn't help hissing and screaming, and rushed towards their idols one after another.

The expressions of the other monks changed, especially those who had bullied Wang Jie at the beginning, they looked at each other, thinking that they had to find a place to avoid the limelight.

Otherwise, let Wang Jie stare at him, he has to work hard here.

Wang Jie had the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors in his hands. Although they also had the magic weapon for protection, they didn't want to use it so easily, and let others know that they would lose the opportunity early.

　Chapter 2, continue.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)