Chapter 9 Leaving the Academy
The Second Martial Arts Academy of Lianyun City, Donghai Prefecture.
The scene of life and death competition.
Zhou Feng was beaten to death by Fang Yi, everyone was stunned.
They never thought that this would be the result.
It's just a punch.
Zhou Feng died.
The expected exchange of ideas did not appear, nor did the imagined fierce battle.
This seems to be just a farce, and it has ended before it started. It seems absurd and a bit of a joke.
Damn it!
Damn it!
Fatty and Tie Tou were frightened and stupefied, a little at a loss.
Is this still Brother Yi?
How can it be.
The people who are most familiar with Fang Yi are naturally Fatty and Iron Head, neither of them can believe that all this is true.
Su Wan's hands were sweating, and she hadn't recovered until Zhou Feng died.
She didn't return to normal until Fang Yi's voice came from the arena of life and death.
"Is this the second generation of martial arts who rely on their parents? Hahaha... It's so ridiculous! The cultivation base of a dignified martial artist can at least cultivate his inner strength, but in the end he didn't even make a move, which makes people laugh out loud ah!"
"I said just now that warriors of my generation must fight, and warriors must fight. He is good. He is his father when he opens his mouth and shuts his mouth. What about the deputy commander of the Yuncheng City Guards? He must abide by the laws and regulations, and he must not abuse Kill the innocent."
"Actually, it's not just Zhou Feng, the second generation of martial arts. We have many in Lianyun City. Looking at the entire Donghai Mansion, there are countless. If you look at the entire human race, there are as many as ants and locusts."
"It has been 500 years since our spirit energy revived in the mainland of China. The first-generation warriors have not died yet. They have made great military exploits and formed a century-old family. I don't know how many second-generation warriors have become waste. Heroes, in their generation, they are all bears."
"certainly!"
"I'm not saying this absolutely, but I want to use this to tell those second generations of martial arts, wake up! A group of bugs, relying on the shadow of your ancestors, can you cultivate into the ninth level of martial arts? Relying on the authority of your ancestors, Can it destroy all races?"
"In this world, only relying on yourself is the real martial arts."
Fang Yi stood with his hands behind his back, facing the wind like a jade tree, like a **** king.
The clothes that old man Chen gave him were simply too mighty, white clothes and jade belts, they could be called exiled immortals.
He looked at the director of the tutor, smiled and said: "This battle is over, please let the college handle the funeral! In addition..."
Fang Yi looked at the person who opened the gambling table before, raised his hand to say hello, and shouted loudly: "Senior Han Shan, remember to transfer the share I won to my warrior card! You should be able to find out my warrior card number, and the other is ...My two little brothers, I will take care of them more in the future."
He pointed to the fat man and the iron head, and then jumped down to the side of Tutor Su Wan.
"I didn't lie to you, did I? I said I would pay back those spirit stones, so I will definitely pay them back. This is called keeping your word. You probably made a lot of money this time. I owe you the four thousand spirit stones. Can you pay them back later? Haha …I am in urgent need of resources for cultivation now, and then I have to go to the Battle Preparation Hall to exchange for a spiritual weapon and a body tempering object.”
Fang Yi smiled, leaving Su Wan speechless.
She pondered for a moment before she opened her mouth and said, "You were too risky just now. Since you know that man's father, the deputy commander of the City Guards, why did you kill him? Can't you save his life in the end? The enmity you have now is a death enmity." , It’s impossible to resolve it, if you just seriously injured him, even if his cultivation base was abolished, with your talent, I can still save you, but now... it may be a bit difficult.”
Of course she knew that sacrificing a child in such a family was not just that simple.
This represents many things, such as prestige, potential, future, luck, etc.
The fortune of a family depends entirely on the descendants of the children.
Looking at Zhou Feng's face, she could tell that this son's future achievements would not be too small.
At least becoming a Valkyrie is not a problem.
"I can let anyone go, but this person can't."
Fang Yi took a long breath, only feeling that his Dao Xin was becoming more and more perfect, and killing Zhou Feng was a very big thing for him.
The process was pretty good, very smooth, without any accidents.
"Let's go!"
He really wanted to hold Teacher Su Wan's little hand, but he was afraid that there would be too many people and would be abrupt, so he patted her on the shoulder lightly, and then said to Fatty and Tietou: "You guys are getting closer to that senior Han Shan." Dot, he's a nice guy."
Opening a gambling table is something that ordinary students cannot do.
Only a senior like Han Shan has means and cultivation, and the most important thing is that he has a very high emotional intelligence and a very wide network of contacts.
I remember that three hundred years later, this senior was able to get along like a fish in water, and his cultivation base also improved by leaps and bounds, and he was sitting in one side.
The surrounding warriors also reacted at this time, and all looked at Fang Yi.
Among them was a young man holding a photo stone in his hand, he was the martial artist of the Lin family.
He was so shocked at this moment that he even broke out in a cold sweat.
Never expected that Fang Yi, who might be the future son-in-law, would be so fierce.
He put away the photo stone, hurried back to Lin's house, and took the news back. Other warriors also took out their messengers and spread the results to all directions.
Among them are warriors from aristocratic families, members of casual cultivators, and many children from poor families.
They themselves are weak and have a small background. Someone organized them a few years ago, and they have developed to the present, and they have a certain influence.
Many students seemed very excited, because they never thought that a martial artist at the martial apprentice level could kill a martial artist at the martial artist level with one punch.
There is a difference in the realm between the two, but the result is a world of difference.
It can be said that Fang Yi's punch broke their cage and let them see a new world.
Following Su Wan to leave the scene, Fang Yi walked a long way, and then said to Su Wan: "I want to take a leave of absence, I have something to do."
"no!"
Su Wan grabbed Fang Yi's arm at this moment, biting her small and delicate white teeth, "What do you want to do? I hope you understand one thing. Now the college is the safest place. As long as you leave the college, you may be killed." die, understand?"
"of course I know!"
Fang Yi shook Su Wan's little hand lightly twice, and said with a smile: "Don't worry! Within certain rules, even if Zhou Feng's father wants to do something to me, he must find a chance, otherwise, he will If you dare to touch me, ask all the martial artists in the city if they agree? In fact, the more high-profile I am, the less he dares to do it."
He has something to do, even if Su Wan disagrees, Fang Yi will leave.
After speaking, he turned and left, and raised the small token in his hand.
It was Su Wan's mentor's order, not only to go to the training room, but also to ask for leave, and the military guards guarding the gate saw the order to release people.
He left quickly, there are two things to do.
(end of this chapter)