Reborn 80,000 Years

The tenth chapter became famous in one fell swoop!

Yang Chen's voice was not loud, but it fell into everyone's ears, but it was like a bolt from the blue sky, making it hard to calm down for a long time.

"Did Yang Chen just use the Sword of Fright?" In the audience, a student opened his mouth and said stupidly:

"Why is that move so similar to Wu Jing's startling sting?"

"And... Yang Chen's startling sting seems to be more perfect than Wu Jing's?"

Hearing what he said, the surrounding students all gave a wry smile, a little confused.

Guo Fengxing looked at Yang Chen seriously, and said to himself: "This kid, isn't he from the Martial Arts Association?"

"There should be nothing wrong." Teacher Tan nodded, and said: "Jingxie Jianpu has always been the unique secret book of the Martial Arts Association, and Yang Chen can cultivate it to this level, except that he is a member of the Martial Arts Association. , There should be no other explanation."

"You can enter the Martial Arts Association at a young age. It seems that his talent is not under Wu Jing."

"No, it should be a level higher than Wu Jing!"

They all know that the harshness of entering the Martial Artists Association is that Guo Fengxing, a teacher who can be ranked in the top 20 in the Star Academy, had a closed door when applying for entry in his early years.

The members of the Martial Arts Association are either extremely talented or highly accomplished in martial arts.

Wu Jing is an example.

Only such a genius is qualified to enter the Warrior Association.

But the talent that Yang Chen showed now completely crushed Wu Jing!

...

"You want to teach me the Frightening Sword Score?" Wu Jing snorted coldly, and said: "Yang Chen, you are too arrogant? Although I don't know where your Frightening Sword Score came from, I have been there since I was a child. Growing up in the Warrior Association, no one knows him better than me on the Sword of Frightening Evil!"

Wu Jing held the sword, pointed at Yang Chen, and said, "Furthermore, I am superior to you in terms of cultivation. Even if you will be surprised by the sword, you are not my opponent!"

While talking, Wu Jing's body cultivation was filled...

Five-level warrior!

"I heard that you are only a second-level warrior. With such strength, how can you fight me?" Wu Jing sneered.

"Second-level martial artist?" Yang Chen raised his brows slightly, and said with a smile: "Who told you that I was a second-level martial artist?"

Yang Chen's figure was shocked, and his cultivation abruptly rushed out of his body.

The strength of the fifth-level warrior is also undoubtedly revealed.

hiss--

Everyone sucked in air-conditioning wildly.

"Yang Chen turned out to be a fifth-level martial artist?"

"Isn't this guy still a second-level martial artist? In just a few days, he jumped to the fifth level?" Shi Hu murmured, and suddenly remembered that he was looking for trouble with the other party before, and he couldn't help but shiver. .

Fortunately...

I have no brain fever.

Otherwise, I'm afraid he will be lying in bed and can't go out for half a month.

"This guy turned out to be a fifth-level martial artist."

Ling Yuyao covered her small mouth. She remembered that Yang Chen told herself that he had broken through to the fifth-level martial artist. At that time, Ling Yuyao dismissed it, thinking that the other party was bragging, and asked Yang Chen to seek leave from the head teacher.

But now it seems that Yang Chen is not bragging at all, instead he is wishful thinking...

With such strength, how could Shi Hu be Yang Chen's opponent?

"Five-level martial artist?" Wu Jing's expression changed slightly, and said: "Unexpectedly, there is still a fifth-level martial artist in your class?"

"Is this important?" Yang Chen said indifferently: "Come on, take a look at your and my frightening evil sword, who is better."

"Pretend to be a **** and play a ghost!" Wu Jing gritted his teeth and said: "Although you will be shocked by the fifth style of the sword, but this last style is far more difficult than the other styles, I don't believe you can use it!"

Wu Jing dialect just fell...

The sword in his hand swung out.

"The sixth form of the frightening evil sword-Frightening the dragon!"

A blue giant dragon immediately ran out of the sword, like a **** from the nine heavens, with an unimaginable majesty, crashing towards Yang Chen below.

"Is this your hole card?"

Yang Chen shook his head.

Tap the branch in your hand gently.

"The sixth form of the frightening evil sword-Frightening the dragon!"

Whoosh...

A blue dragon also flew out of Yang Chen's branches, and instantly collided with Wu Jing's dragon, making a roar, and gradually disappearing into the sky.

"impossible!"

Wu Jing cried out strangely: "Why do you have the sixth form? Grandpa said that this last form can only be performed with a sword. You only use a branch, how can you use the startled dragon?"

Hearing this, Yang Chen shook his head.

"It seems that you still don't understand what your grandfather meant. The so-called sword is not a sword. You cultivate sword intent. A flower, a grass, a mountain and a stone can be called a sword... It seems that you are still different from your grandpa Far away."

Wu Jing's face was blue and white. Although he was unwilling, he gritted his teeth and spit out a few words: "I lost..."

"You can make the last move with a branch. It seems that I am inferior to you..."

"Yes, it seems that you finally face yourself." Yang Chen smiled and said, "But who told you that the sixth form is the last form?"

Back then, when Yang Chen taught Wu Shanhe...

There are only six types.

Because Yang Chen hasn't thought about the rest yet.

Now, let Wu Jing see the complete "Sword of Frightening Evil".

Yang Chen tapped the branch in his hand, and wisps of sword aura swayed from it, turning into a hideous Shura in the air. It was crimson, holding a double axe, and a pair of eyes shone with fierce light.

"This is the seventh type of the horrified evil sword spectrum-horrified ghost!"

"Form...seventh?"

Wu Jing stared at this scene in a daze, and said in shock: "Impossible, Grandpa said, there are only six patterns in this frightening sword spectrum, how can you be like the seventh pattern..."

However, before he finished speaking, he just froze in place.

I saw the branch in Yang Chen's hand again.

That ferocious grimace suddenly turned into an old man with a fairy style, he was fluttering in white clothes, as if out of dust, holding a string of Buddhist beads, kind eyebrows and kind eyes...

"This is the eighth form of the Jiexie Sword Book-Shocking Immortal!"

Just as Yang Chen's voice fell, he tapped the branch in his hand.

The sword energy dissipated suddenly and turned into a **** character in the air.

"evil"!

The breath that came from this word was unexpectedly stronger than the previous eight forms.

It seems to be the sum of the previous eight types.

"This is the ninth form of the horrified evil sword spectrum-horrified evil!"

This is the complete horrified evil sword spectrum!

Yang Chen's voice seemed to come from above the nine heavens, misty and out of dust.

At this moment, he fell in Wu Jing's eyes, like a god.

Wu Jing thumped...

Kneel to the ground.

"I lost!"

If Wu Jing was unwilling to say that before, but now, he is convinced!

Wow!

As soon as Wu Jing said this, the surroundings exploded in an instant.

"Wu Jing actually lost?"

"The first genius of our class, in the hands of Yang Chen, actually lost so badly?"

"After today, this guy must be famous!"

The students whispered, some of them were jealous, some were worship, and more were complicated.

They thought Yang Chen was a waste, but now it seems that it is not at all. The other party has just kept a low profile and is unwilling to show off his ability. So that everyone did not face Yang Chen squarely, but did not expect that the other party suddenly made a blockbuster today, not to mention it was the third class, even the people in Yang Chen's own class were shocked.

"Do you feel that Yang Chen is quite handsome?"

Some girls are talking softly.

Yang Chen, who was still ordinary just now, seemed to them to have a special attraction at this moment. Although he is not handsome, he can still see it. The most important thing is that his cultivation is stronger than Wu Jing. If he chooses a boyfriend, it would be a good choice...

"And have you noticed that when Yang Chen just tested, that kind of temperament was so handsome!"

"Yeah, I feel there is an unspeakable smell on him, he is really a mature man..."

Some girls thought carefully.

...

"Go back and tell your grandpa, I will visit him in two days." Yang Chen helped Wu Jing up and said with a smile.

"Are you from the Martial Arts Association?" Wu Jing raised his head and asked.

"Do not."

Yang Chen shook his head: "I just visited him as a friend."

After Yang Chen finished speaking, he jumped off the competition stage and walked into the crowd in the respect of everyone.

Especially Shihu and the others, when they saw Yang Chen walking over, they were so frightened that their faces turned purple.

Everyone's changes fell into Yang Chen's eyes.

But there is no joy or sorrow in his heart, no fluctuations in his heart.

...

A friendly match soon came to an end.

Since Yang Chen defeated Wu Jing on the playground, almost everyone was discussing Yang Chen, and his deeds spread throughout the grade.

Almost wherever they go, there will be students talking about this matter, and some of them are on the scene, even more ecstatic, adding fuel and jealousy, they are about to give this matter to myth.

"Do you know that when Yang Chen and Wu Jing were fighting, they were about to be defeated. At this moment, do you know what Yang Chen took out?" A student with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks was excitedly saying, with an expression Excited, as if saying something terrific.

"What did you take out?" Hearing his words, someone around immediately leaned over and asked carefully.

The young man gave a hehe, and suddenly made a gesture in the air, and said, "Then Yang Chen, took out a forty-meter machete!"

"What? More than forty meters?" The people around exclaimed, "Is there really such a long knife?"

"That's, I still lied to you?" The student snorted and said: "I was there that day, but I saw it really!"

Hearing this, the people around immediately exploded and ran out quickly, telling the other students the news as soon as possible.

"Do you know, Yang Chen took out a nunchaku over forty meters!"

"What, a big iron pan of more than forty meters?"

"Damn, really? Big slippers over forty meters?"

"Yes, I heard that Wu Jing was flew away by a slipper!"

"real or fake?"

"Nonsense, why didn't I lie to you? I was there at the beginning, and I saw it really!"

Everyone passed on ten or ten, and the whole grade instantly became lively.

However, Yang Chen, who was the party involved, was still kept in the dark, and he didn't know that he had actually driven Wu Jing away with a slipper.

I just don't know why, when Yang Chen was in class in the morning, he suddenly felt that everyone looked at him strangely, and they were always staring at his feet?

Yang Chen moved his feet subconsciously and looked over.

This action immediately shocked the people around, and ran away with a scream, still shouting: "Boss Yang Chen, please forgive me, don't use slippers to pump me!"

Yang Chen's face turned dark, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

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