Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 8: Are you sure you want to fight me?

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Chapter 8 Are you sure you want to fight me?

"Brother Tiger is coming!"

Listening to Guo Fengxing's words, everyone immediately lifted their expressions and cheered, and the eyebrows were filled with excitement.

Shihu, a fourth-level martial artist, is second in the class.

With him, this game is not a problem.

Shi Hu snorted, his chin was raised high, his face was proud, and he jumped directly onto the competition stage. In his eyes, there is a thick disdain.

It's no wonder that Chen Sheng is a grade behind him. It's really not challenging for such a person to be an opponent.

When he saw Shihu, Chen Sheng shivered, and fear flashed clearly in his small eyes.

Apparently, he had also heard of Shihu's name.

"Guo...Teacher Guo, can I abstain?" Chen Sheng swallowed, glanced at Guo Fengxing, and asked with some worry.

When I heard this, Pan 3 instantly exploded.

"Fat man, what are you talking nonsense?"

"Yes, do you still want to mix in Class 3?"

"Don't persuade, just do it!"

A group of people in Class 3 screamed immediately.

Shi Hu also sneered, and said, "Are you scared of the fat pig? If you're scared, get out. You guys in Class 3 are all gangsters who can't breed?"

"Hahahaha!" The students in Class 1 burst out laughing.

When he heard this, Chen Sheng's face was a bit ugly right now, but at the moment so many people are watching him, and they have no choice but to send an arrow.

Chen Sheng let out a strange cry of "Wow, yeah," and rushed out with his scalp.

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen shook his head, retracted his gaze, and had no desire to look any longer. Morale is particularly important when the two sides are fighting. Chen Sheng has already shown timidity before he fights. It doesn't matter if the result of this match is not seen.

Sure enough--

"Boom!"

Within five minutes, a figure flew directly from the martial arts stage, and Chen Sheng's fat body rolled directly off, screaming on the ground. His face, knees, and palms were all torn, and bright red blood oozes, looking very embarrassed.

Five minutes, the outcome is divided.

This is the level gap.

Everything is in Yang Chen's expectation.

"The second game, Shi Hu wins!" Guo Fengxing shouted loudly, and there was a cry from the first class.

Next, Shihu was like a **** of war, constantly beating the students in Class 3 and winning seven or eight games in a row. The momentum of the third class is getting weaker and weaker, while the first class is getting louder and louder.

However, this situation did not last long, until a young man with an arrogant expression came up over the third class.

This young man is wearing a white shirt and carrying a long sword behind him.

After he came up, he just kicked--

Shi Hu flew directly upside down, his body banged heavily on the ground, ending his seven consecutive victories.

"Wu Jing!" In the crowd, there was an exclamation immediately.

"Wu Jing is so handsome!"

"That is, I kicked that tiger with one kick, it's so handsome!"

In the crowd, almost all the girls screamed, their eyes turned into love, and they looked like an idiot toward the white-clothed boy. Even on Yang Chen's side, some girls started to cheer for this young man.

His limelight overwhelmed everyone else in an instant.

"Wu Jing?" Yang Chen narrowed his eyes, thinking flashed in his eyes.

This Wu Jing is the first genius in the third class. He is a fifth-level martial artist and is quite strong. Even in the entire grade, he can rank in the top five.

In terms of strength, Ling Yuyao may not be his opponent either.

"No wonder, he can kick Fei Shihu." Yang Chen narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly.

On the martial arts stage, Wu Jing glanced at the stone tiger on the ground and sneered: "What stone tiger? I think it should be called stone dog. Is your class like that?"

Hearing this, the boys in Class 1 looked ugly for an instant, but due to Wu Jing's strength, they were daring not to speak.

"Why, are you not convinced?" Wu Jing smiled lightly, then touched the long sword behind him, and said: "To deal with you, I don't even need to draw a sword."

"Ah! So handsome!"

"As expected of Wu Jing, he speaks so imposingly!"

"Yes, so handsome! My Wu Jing is the best!"

A group of girls immediately started crying and howling.

"Sword?" Guo Fengxing frowned, looked at Teacher Tan beside him, and said, "Teacher Tan, I heard that Wu Jing is from the Imperial Martial Arts Association. Could the sword behind him be shocking evil? Sword?"

Tan teacher smiled and said: "Although the people of the Wuzhe Association can practice the Sword of Frightening Sword, this one is not the Sword of Frightening Sword, but an ordinary sword. The real Sword of Frightening Sword is on the association president ."

"President... Senior Wu?" Guo Fengxing was shocked, surprised: "So, Wu Jing belongs to Senior Wu..."

"Yes, Wu Jing is the grandson of Senior Wu." Teacher Tan nodded and said: "As the descendant of Senior Wu, Wu Jing's Sword of Frightening Evil can be said to be the best used among juniors. It is the martial artist. There are few in the association that are better than him. If he can lose under Wu Jing, Shihu will not lose."

Hearing this, Guo Fengxing smiled wryly and nodded, which is considered a default.

Of course he knows the horror of Sword of Fright.

At that time, Wu Jing's grandfather, Wu Shanhe, created a frightening sword spectrum and became the strongest man in the empire within a thousand years, shaking the ruling and opposition parties.

Under the horrified evil sword, the Wuzong realm powerhouse must also retreat.

With this sword, Wu Shanhe cut off the title of the president of the Warrior Association.

Although Wu Shanhe is getting older now, no one dares to disrespect him from above and below in the empire. Even the sage of the Qingfeng Empire will call him an old man.

"Unexpectedly, today I could see the descendants of the Frightening Swordsmanship. It seems that this friendly match was done right." Guo Fengxing took a deep breath and said sighfully.

"Teacher Guo, I am afraid your wish will be lost." Teacher Tan shook his head and smiled: "Don't say it's you, even I have never seen Wu Jing draw a sword, let alone use his surprise Evil sword spectrum! You are afraid that you will be disappointed today!"

"Why?" Guo Fengxing was curious.

"Because, no one has ever been able to force him to draw a sword!" Teacher Tan said lightly: "In Wu Jing's view, these people are not worth his sword!"

……

On the martial arts stage, Wu Jing stood with his hands behind him, and he was invincible.

It seems that he has become the center of the world at this moment.

"Frightening evil sword spectrum..."

In the crowd, Yang Chen murmured, with a look of recollection on his face.

Many memories are hooked up at this moment.

A long time ago, Yang Chen once saved a little boy. This little boy liked martial arts very much, so Yang Chen taught him a set of swordsmanship.

Later, many more years passed.

When Yang Chen wandered around the mainland, he often heard stories about this boy.

I heard that he became a peerless swordsman...

With a sword, a chivalrous man can do justice...

The trick he used was exactly the sword technique taught by Yang Chen.

"Unexpectedly, that little kid was still alive?" Yang Chen's mouth raised slightly, and there was a little warmth in his eyes.

But...

The old deceased in those years has long been a nonsense, and the kid is no longer a kid, and he is not the one who clamored for Yang Chen to hold in his arms and always liked to put his nose on his mouth. .

It's just that Yang Chen didn't expect...

At the beginning, he taught swordsmanship only to allow the little boy to be more self-defense so that he would not be bullied in the future. However, he did not expect that his unintentional actions would become a legend in the future.

Perhaps, this is good luck.

……

"Ling Yuyao!"

Guo Feng walked up and said: "Next game, you are to Wu Jing!"

As soon as the voice fell, an innocent figure walked out of the crowd, stepping on the lotus steps, leaping for a tender body, and gently landing on the high platform.

The girl's face was indifferent, with a serious look on her delicate face.

"Ling Yuyao played?"

"This is a good show!"

"Ling Yuyao is the strongest in our class. I don't know who is better than Wu Jing?"

Yang Chen raised his head, also showing curiosity, but this curiosity was not because of Ling Yuyao or Wu Jing.

It's the Sword of Frightening Evil.

He wants to know, 80,000 years have passed, has his sword skills declined?

With Guo Fengxing's order, Ling Yuyao and Wu Jing rushed towards each other instantly.

Ling Yuyao's palms and five fingers are close together, the spiritual power fluctuates on it, the light blue light envelopes it, and she shoots at the opposite Wu Jing:

"Stacked Waves Palm!"

The palm wind is like a sea wave, shaking a series of ripples, shaking the air and twisting it.

Faced with this palm, Wu Jing did not evade, but directly confronted him, and also slapped a palm:

"Palm palms!"

Peng!

The two palms touched each other, and the anti-shock force came immediately. Wu Jing only stepped back two steps, while Ling Yuyao took seven or eight steps back and forth before barely stabilizing her figure.

"Little girl, can't you? Why is this palm soft?" Wu Jing sneered and said disdainfully.

Hearing this, Ling Yuyao's expression changed, her little face was angry, and she immediately rushed up to fight with Wu Jing.

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen shook his head, knowing the result in his heart.

Although Ling Yuyao and Wu Jing are of the same level, the former is only a girl after all, and both strength and speed are much worse than each other. What's more, Wu Jing is a member of the Wuzhe Association and has undergone rigorous training since childhood.

In this game, Ling Yuyao will lose!

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Ling Yuyao's steps to become chaotic, and her palms began to lose their rhythm. The little girl's face was flushed with anxiety, and sweat on her forehead.

Wu Jing slapped his backhand, and Ling Yuyao fell directly to the ground, landing on the competition platform.

"I lost..." Ling Yuyao gritted her teeth and said unwillingly.

Hearing this, the students on Yang Chen's side were ashamed.

"It's over, even Ling Yuyao lost. Who else is his opponent?" a student smiled bitterly.

The others are also desperate, and can't help showing despair.

If even the strongest person in the class loses, who is his opponent?

"Haha, Mr. Guo is embarrassed, it seems that this time the champion is our third class." Teacher Tan said with a smile on the frame of the glasses.

Guo Fengxing's face is also a little ugly, and he said dullly: "Next, on Liu Shan!"

"Ah? I...I'm going on?" A short student shivered, a little afraid.

"If you let you go, just go, where is so much nonsense? Want to be sent off the playground?" Guo Fengxing glared at him.

Hearing this, the student swallowed and could only bite the bullet.

However, he didn't even survive two moves, so he was kicked flying by Wu Jing.

"Next, Jiang Yuan!"

Boom!

Kick and fly...

"Gu Dong!"

Boom!

Kick and fly...

"Taocheng!"

……

A dozen people in a row have the same ending. They didn't even hold on to Ling Yuyao for half of the time, so they were kicked off by Wu Jing.

Wu Jing is like the **** of war, as if as long as he stands here, the third class will not lose, and the first class will never turn over...

"Do you have this strength?" Wu Jing sneered, and said: "It seems that the so-called Class I is nothing more than that. Doesn't even have the strength to force me to draw a sword?"

"That's it!"

The students in Class 3 also followed suit.

On Yang Chen's side, all the students looked very ugly, and there was an aggrieved look in their eyes.

Although they were unhappy, they couldn't say anything. After all, they did lose today.

And it was a complete loss!

"Oh." Wu Jing shook his head, somewhat boringly said: "I thought I could meet some interesting people today, but I didn't expect them to be all of this kind? I really don't know what happened with your strength. Entered the Star Academy?"

Wu Jing sneered, his face full of disdain.

"Wu Jingge, there are still people in their class who haven't played!" At this moment, a voice suddenly came.

As soon as this remark came out, not only Wu Jing's people were stunned, but even the students in the first class were also stunned.

"There is no one in our class yet? Who?"

"Yeah, I remember they all played!"

"Who cares about him? Even Ling Yuyao lost. Do you think anyone can deal with Wu Jing?"

On the martial arts stage, Wu Jing frowned and said: "There are still people who haven't played? Who is it?"

"Wu Jingge, that's him!" I saw a teenager suddenly yelled and pointed at the crowd on the opposite side.

And where his finger was pointing, there was an arrogant figure sitting impressively.

"Yang Chen?" Ling Yuyao's heart beat slightly.

Isn't this person Yang Chen?

"I wipe it, don't tell me, Yang Chen doesn't seem to be playing?"

"Are you idiot? What if this kind of stuff is on the court?"

"That's it, it's just a trash, what's the difference between playing or not?"

Even the classmates in Yang Chen's own class are not very optimistic about Yang Chen.

Wu Jing seriously looked at the teenager who had stepped down.

Ordinary appearance, ordinary clothes, from head to toe, there is no trace of the strong breath.

It looks like an ordinary item...

Wu Jing was a little boring, and hooked his finger at Yang Chen and said: "Come on, let me beat you quickly, so I can end this boring game quickly."

In the audience, Yang Chen seemed to have heard Wu Jing's words. Yang Chen raised his eyelids and smiled slightly:

"Are you sure you want to fight me?"