Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

The man pointed and said, "See? He is the strongest one in the fourth grade."

Among the students in white robes with blue edges, that man was the most conspicuous.

Because he was not wearing a school uniform, but a pitch-black monk's robe.

The first-year student whispered, "Why can he not wear a school uniform?"

The senior student smiled and said, "I heard that he was chosen by the Wanfo Temple when he was born. When he reaches the age, he will shave his head and become a bald Buddhist monk."

The people around him also laughed, "No wonder the mechanics eat meat and drink every day, it turns out that in two years they will really become monks. By then, let alone meat and wine, they won't even look at pretty school girls, hahaha!"

Someone behind him quickly pushed him and said, "Keep your voice down. If he hears you, he can make you obedient with just one arm."

"Nonsense, she's clearly crying for her parents."

"That guy is a physical cultivator, and beating people is so cool."

Qi Wu Yue glanced at the ninth-level people in the fourth grade and roughly assessed their strength. He then turned around and ordered the white-scaled poisonous snake that if any of those people came on stage, he must be beaten so hard that he could not get out of bed for two days.

The white-scaled poisonous snake nodded solemnly, guaranteed to make people cry.

Only then did Qi Wu Yue turn his attention to the battle with Xiao Lin.

Also a sword cultivator, Yang Qun's sword is characterized by speed. His moves are as swift as lightning and the tip of the sword pierces like a sharp blade. His body movements also complement his sword skills and are so fast that it is almost impossible to see any trace of the attack.

Xiao Lin did not fight him head-on.

Although his speed was considered outstanding among the sword practitioners of the same level due to a period of special training in the Monster Forest, it was still slower than Yang Qun, who was known for his fast sword and specialized in sword skills.

There were two figures on the stage, one chasing and one hiding. On the 50-meter-long circular stage, they were like two chasing streams of light, flashing quickly in the air.

The students watching the game were dazzled and visually fatigued.

"No, I wonder if Yang Yun can do it."

"How come there hasn't been a single attack in such a long time? They're either dodged or blocked."

"It's obvious that the opponent's speed is only slightly slower than his, but the sword attack he swung is no less powerful."

"What's the point of him hiding?"

"Maybe they want to... exhaust Yang Yun's spiritual power first?"

"What a joke, Yang Qun is at level nine, and the opponent is at level eight, a whole level difference, and the spiritual power difference is twice as much."

Qi Wu Yue looked at the scene on the stage and shook his head. The outcome was already decided.

His hand that was reaching for the melon seeds fell empty, Qi Wu Yue turned his head to look, and immediately narrowed his eyes with an unfriendly look.

Luo Huangji snatched his plate of melon seeds, placed it on his knees, and cracked them happily.

Qi Wu Yue stared at him expressionlessly.

Luo Huangji: "Kachakacha, what are you looking at me for? Look at you kissing your senior brother."

"Heh." Qi Wu Yue raised his head, and the white-scaled poisonous snake immediately stretched out its long tail like a whip and lashed out quickly.

Luo Huangji ducked to avoid it, but the jade plate full of melon seeds was cut into two pieces by the snake's tail, which was as sharp as a blade. He held half of the melon seeds in one hand, without waiting to speak.

A white light flashed quickly, and the white-scaled poisonous snake slashed left and right.

Luo Huangji jumped up and down: "Wait a minute, I'll give you half."

"You're welcome, keep smoking." Qi Wu Yue said coldly without even raising his head.

The white-scaled poisonous snake attacked more fiercely.

"No, no, no, how about I tell you two more pieces of news?" Luo Huangji said quickly.

Raising his hand to stop the attack of the white-scaled poisonous snake, Qi Wu Yue gave him a look: Tell me about it.

Luo Huangji sat down on the ground with two semicircular jade plates placed in front of him. Even as he dodged like a monkey, not a single melon seed fell.

Pouring half of the melon seeds into his washed-white sleeves, Luo Huangji smiled and asked, "Any snacks?"

Qi Wu Yue propped his head up, glanced at him lazily, flicked his sleeves, and threw several plates of frosted fruits and honey cakes on the exquisite small sandalwood table with four legs.

"Uh... why is it so sweet." Luo Huangji picked up a ball of honey, took a bite, and found it sticky, soft and sweet. His eyebrows almost wrinkled.

"Why do you have so many things to say? Are you going to say it or not?" Qi Wu Yue curled his lower lip, still speaking in a cold tone.

Those were the snacks that Little Butterfly loved to eat. It was like having a honey pot overturned. Qi Wu Yue had always refused them.

Teacher Luo was almost half dead from the sweetness, but his teeth were still sticking to it. He covered his face and said with difficulty: "Wait... for... me... to... finish eating."

He glanced at the stage and said in surprise: "Hmm...fire..."

He caught things that the students couldn't see at a glance.

In addition to the sword energy and faint spiritual power left in the air when Xiao Lin flew past, there was also a thin fire energy hidden in it.

He seemed to be dodging Yang Yun's attacks continuously, but he was secretly spreading the anger of the Phoenix True Fire.

The Phoenix Fire, without the stimulation of spiritual power, lay dormant quietly, without even a hint of abnormal temperature. It was as quiet as the air, accompanied by the dissipating sword energy.

Luo Huangji quickly chewed and swallowed the honey ball in his mouth, looking at Xiao Lin's disorganized evasive route, but his anger deepened over and over again until the prototype gradually took shape.

He raised his eyebrows slightly. It looked a bit like a formation, but it was just the simplest Seven Star Trapping Formation.

Maybe I just saw it by chance and put it into practice, but it doesn't prove anything.

But this kid knows too many things.

Alchemy, swordsmanship, each one is an endless path of practice. Ordinary people are already overwhelmed with both, but he still has the energy to learn other things?

The angry energy has been connected into a simple trap.

Xiao Lin looked over, his eyes brightening slightly, and he held up his sword to block Yang Qun's snake-like sword light.

But the opponent's swordsmanship was too fast, and the second or even the third winding and slanting sword light came quickly.

He showed a hint of panic, and clenched the spirit sword tightly in his hand, swinging it randomly and sending out several flashes of sword light.

One of the sword lights dissolved the opponent's second attack.

The last sword light collided with the third winding attack at an extremely tricky angle.

The angle was too biased, and instead of canceling out the two, they collided with the tail of the winding sword light, causing it to speed up and shoot towards itself.