Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

"Who is that person on the stage?"

"I don't know. I heard people say it's Mr. Zhang, what seems to be his name, Zhang... Zhang..."

"Zhang Fuyao, the young master of the Zhang family in Mo City."

"Great?"

"Entered the seven-star realm at the age of 16."

"Hiss~ Then his opponent is probably finished."

Listen to the discussions of people around you.Xia Emei's face was ugly, and her mood almost sank to the bottom.

When the two separated, Wei Zi'an was just an ordinary Liuhe Realm, and he had crossed a big realm, how could he beat that person in the ring? !

"He broke through the seven-star realm."

Seeing the two people standing opposite each other on the stage, Bai Yi lost his depth for a moment.

Really, it's like ten years ago.

But why did this kid break through to the Seven Star Realm without saying a word?

To be honest, as far as Wei Zi'an's waste physique is concerned, even if it is filled with the best three-level Zengyuan pill, it may take hundreds of pieces, and each three-level medicine pill is expensive, who can have such a big one? Handwriting?
"Junior brother is already a qi trainer in the travel realm, so you don't need to worry too much, we should trust him."

Hearing this, Xia Emei turned her head abruptly, her eyes were slightly startled, this sister is so beautiful.

But she quickly put away the surprise in her heart, and asked, "Who is this sister?"

Fu Ling smiled slightly, "School student, Fu Ling, is now Wei Zi'an's senior sister."

Turning slightly to Bai Yi, he said, "Le Tian Swordsman, long time no see."

Bai Yi saluted with his sword in his arms, with respectful eyes, "Little master, I'm leaving the capital, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Hi, Senior Sister." Xia Emei greeted, then turned to look at the ring.

"Fu Ling, I'm sorry."

Tong Xiangyu's footsteps were fast, her brows were slightly clustered, and she was deeply apologetic.

"It's okay, sister Yu, don't worry."

Fu Ling waved her hand lightly, "This is my junior brother's own choice, it has nothing to do with others, so don't take it to heart."

"And..." Fu Ling looked towards the arena, her gaze turned slightly cold, "With me here, Junior Brother will be fine."

Regardless of Fuling's transparent mind, how could she not see that this was a trap, and Tong Xiangyu was used as a robbery.

But if they really dare to touch the younger brother, I will personally let them know how to write the word "rule".

on the ring.

Wei Zi'an's eyes were indifferent, but his heart was already burning with anger.

"Whether it's a conspiracy or a complete set, you have succeeded."

Wei Zi'an stroked the Jinghong Sword lightly, feeling the bone-chilling chill that was getting colder above.

"However, you'd better give me an answer."

Qingyun Peak's arena is three feet taller, and the height of the test was to prevent monks from hurting the common people below.

The spring breeze was gentle, but at a height of nearly ten meters, it also became manic. Zhang Fuyao's clothes were blown by the strong wind, and his handsome face was like an exiled immortal from the sky.

"Do you want to know how I know?"

Zhang Fuyao raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to know about your mother?"

Wei Zian was as motionless as a mountain, but his breathing gradually became disordered.

"Come!" Zhang Fuyao stretched out his finger and ticked it off, "Defeat me!"

Everyone in the audience could only see the two whispering, but they couldn't hear what they said.

Once there were too many people, the news naturally became mixed. After coming and going, everyone also knew that the person on the stage was the third disciple of the academy!
"The disciples of this academy seem to be young, maybe they are afraid."

"Don't talk nonsense, maybe he can blow your dog's head off with one punch."

"Hahaha, you really... look!"

boom--

A loud bang roared out of thin air, and the two people on the stage were instantly stuck together.

The sound of bang bang was endless, and the fight from fist to flesh made everyone in the audience watch heartily.

Wei Zi'an's face suddenly turned cold, and he raised his hand to strike a thousand waves.

The bitter palm wind was mixed with strong aura, rubbing against the whistling north wind to create a string of flames.

Thousands of waves spread out layer by layer, like turbulent sea water violently beating against the shore.

Zhang Fuyao looked at the attacking palm wind, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, evoking a sneer.

Kung fu than fist?Even a hundred of you are not qualified!

boom!
The bright light suddenly exploded at the intersection of palm and wind, Zhang Fuyao's face changed slightly, and the strong pressure made him take three steps back.

Wei Zian was in front of this huge landslide-like pressure.He took five steps back before stopping.

As soon as they fought, Zhang Fuyao gained the upper hand.

There are ways.

Zhang Fuyao patted his clothes, his figure suddenly disappeared in place, only a burst of explosion remained.

coming.

Wei Zian's pupils shrank, his body tensed up suddenly, and his hair stood on end. The high tension slowed down his mind.

Just now, he didn't see Zhang Fuyao's moving route!
This shows that Zhang Fuyao's realm surpasses him too much.

call--

With the howling of the wind, Wei Zi'an was invisible and nervous, carefully feeling the changes around him.

when!
"You seem weak."

Zhang Fuyao slapped Wei Zian's back, even though the latter was vigilant and prepared in advance, his back was numb from the slap, and he felt his internal organs shifted.

"hiss……"

Wei Zian flew upside down, gritted his teeth lightly enduring the pain, and narrowed his eyes slightly looking for an opportunity.

Boom!
Zhang Fuyao suddenly flashed like a ghost, with thunder and lightning surrounding his palm, it was like thunder from heaven hitting Wei Zi'an's body.

pain!
Wei Zi'an's face was ferocious, and he could even feel the thunder and lightning wantonly walking under his skin, his body was stiff, and his hands trembled slightly.

"It's not good to be a good person, but to be a turtle!"

Zhang Fuyao kept ridiculing, his eyes were full of murderous intent, as if looking at someone who was about to die.

Below the ring.

Xia Emei rubbed her little hands nervously, her crescent-like willow eyebrows tightly knit together.

Wei Zian's appearance on the ring was a bit miserable, he seemed to have been beaten all the time, his clothes were torn, and he could vaguely see blood and flesh.

"Why didn't he fight back?"

Hearing Xia Emei's eager questioning voice, Bai Yi sighed quietly. The junior sister looked too "seriously" and didn't see anything.

"He's waiting for an opportunity."

"Yes."

Fu Ling nodded and said: "There is still a gap in strength between the two. Zhang Fuyao seems to have the upper hand, but in fact he is not scattered and his breath is unstable, while the younger brother has always been as steady as a rock."

"Look at the sword in his hand."

In Bai Yi's words, Xia Emei was like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, her beautiful eyes widened sharply, and she looked at the sword on Wei Zi'an's waist without blinking.

"Can he do it?"

Tong Xiangyu opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

It must be possible, but her intuition still tells her that it is difficult, almost a rolling situation.

People on the other side are in the crowd.

The man in black robe with his head bowed was bent, as if he was carrying some heavy responsibility.

Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and looked towards the ring.

At the same time, Bai Yi opened his eyes wide and said loudly, "He's about to unleash his sword!"