Reverend Insanity: The twenty-fifth quarter: the spring is bright

"Is he Fang Yuan or Founder?" Some students muttered, and some people still couldn't tell the twin brothers Fang Yuan and Fang Zheng.

"It's Founder. Fang Yuan always looks indifferent, and there will never be a nervous look on his face." Someone answered.

"Oh, there is something to watch. Founder, but the only genius in our cottage for three years." Everyone cast their eyes.

Fang Zheng felt the pressure in these eyes, which made him even more nervous.

Standing on the field, his fingers were shaking slightly.

He hit the first moon blade, originally aimed at the Scarecrow's chest, but he missed because of nervousness. In the end, the Moonblade was printed on the neck of the grasshopper.

The teenagers heard a slight surprise immediately.

They thought this was the intention of the Founder. Instead of hitting the chest that is the easiest to hit, it was the neck, which was a self-confident expression of their attacking methods.

I can't help but look forward to Founder's next performance.

Gu Yuemobei and Guyue Chicheng are also slightly dull.

If you can see Founder's mistakes, there are only Xuetang Jiao and Fang Yuan in the field.

"It's dangerous!" Fang Zheng felt an exclamation in his heart when he saw this Moonblade.

He took a few deep breaths, forced to calm down, and sent two more moon blades. This time he made no more mistakes, and the two Moonblades hit the grass man's chest, hitting exactly.

As a result, the school family nodded and Mobe and Chicheng calmed down. Fang Zheng's scores are indistinguishable from theirs. It depends on how the schoolmates scored.

The other students sighed. After the Founder's performance, it did not shine, leaving them slightly disappointed.

Nothing to watch in the next few groups. No one can perform better than the three of Mobei, Chicheng and Founder.

The teenagers started whispering.

"It seems that the first name of today's assessment should have emerged among the three of them."

"All three of them hit Cao Renyu, I don't know who the boss will be more optimistic about."

"Wait, by the last group, Fang Yuan is here."

"Oh, that is the" cold genius "of the third class? Hehe.

Fang Yuan did not play Shi Ran until the last group.

"It's that Fangyuan ..." Gu Yuemobe looked up at Fangyuan and lowered her eyes, not really concerned.

"Last time you let go of shit, you accidentally chose a weak-willed moonlight puppet to let you take the first place. This time, see how you behave!" Gu Yue Chicheng embraced his arms and waited to see Fang Yuan's joke.

"Brother ... This time is no better than last time. I've worked so hard for so long, and I can definitely surpass you." Among the crowd, Gu Yuefang was pursing his lips and clenching his fists subconsciously.

Last time in the refining examination, he was ranked second with Grade A qualifications, so naturally he was not convinced.

Especially when he learned why Fang Yuan was able to win, it was because of good luck that he won the first place. This made him even more reconciled.

For Gu Yuefang Founder, defeating his brother Fang Yuan has special significance for him.

Many eyes are focused on Fang Yuan's body. The old eyes of the schoolmates also stare at him.

Fang Yuan was unmoved and his expression was indifferent.

After he stood still, Zhenyuan poured into the moonlight in his palm, everything in his palm, and issued the first moon blade.

Yue Blade is flying high, not only over the top of Cao Renyu, but also above the bamboo wall. After a distance of nearly fifteen meters, the light faded and disappeared into the air.

"Well ..." Someone couldn't help laughing.

"This is too outrageous." Someone sneered.

"It's a genius indeed. No wonder it's No. 1 in refining." Someone said sarcastically.

In the early years, when Fang Yuan wrote poems and showed early wisdom, these people were dissatisfied. Later, by luck, they won the first place in the refining, and they added a sense of jealousy to their dissatisfaction.

Many people are waiting to see the good show, waiting for Fang Yuan's "genius" to be ugly, and Fang Yuan's moon blade has not let them down.

The laughter in the crowd was continuous.

The old school student shook his head slightly, and laughed at himself, what did Fang Yuan care about for no reason? He was just a third-class, just because of the luck that won the title of the refining cricket.

He has made up his mind. Although Mobe, Chicheng, and Founder all have the same results, he will choose Founder to be first.

The battle between Guyue Mobei and Guyue Chicheng is the epitome of the political struggle between the two in power in the family. Schools have always been centrists and do not want to join the political vortex.

Xuetangjiao is more inclined to the patriarch Gu Yuebo, and the founder is the patriarch. Coupled with his first-class qualifications, choosing him as the first one, he was somewhat caring for him, and it was acceptable to senior family members.

A warm spring breeze blew, the fragrance of flowers burst into the martial arts field.

The sun shines on Fang Yuan's body, and a solitary black shadow shines on the ground.

His expression was still indifferent, he was quietly looking at the grasshopper ten meters away, and the moonblade mark in the center of his hand was exuding aqua blue.

The first moonblade is, of course, his intentional deviation. Now he has only two phone conferences left, and considering the old school stance, if he wants to take the first place, he must create far more effective attacks than the others in the only two attacks.

"There are only two phone conferences left, impossible. Brother, I finally won you." Gu Yue Fangzheng's eyes flickered, staring at Fang Yuan.

From childhood to older, the shadow that his brother gave him has finally faded away at this moment.

Fang Zheng felt that victory was close at hand, and he clenched his fists subconsciously, and his whole body shook with excitement.

"Brother, this time winning you is just the beginning. Next, I will win you time and time again, until all the shadows in my heart are removed. I want to prove like clan people, the talents such as Jia are excellent!" He said to himself in his heart.

But at this point, Fang Yuan shot.

The right palm is like a knife.

With a soft bang, the aquamarine shimmering on the palm of the hand detached, flew into the air, turned into a curved blue light moon blade, and shot at the grasshopper.

Only in the next second, Fang Yuan's right palm lighted up again.

Flipping his palm, he splits out the third moonblade.

His two attacks are well connected, just right.

The two moon blades flew out one after another, less than half a meter apart in the air.

In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, both Moonblades hit the grass-worn neck accurately.

"This ..." Founder's pupils shrank, and an unpleasant feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

In the next moment, the students slowly opened their mouths with a surprised look.

They saw the grass man's head slowly tilted to one side, then fell from his neck, finally fell to the ground, bounced, and rolled out a distance of two or three meters.

Fang Yuan beheaded his head!

This result was unexpected to everyone present.

"Is this luck or strength?" The old school student frowned.

Such doubts also hover in the hearts of the remaining students.

For a moment, there was silence on Yanwu.

"How can this be ..." Fang Zheng muttered silently. He stared blankly at Fang Yuan, his heart surging suddenly fell into a deep trough.

Fang Yuan squinted his eyes, and it seemed that he hadn't noticed the eyes of the crowd.

Cuckoo ...

Under the blue sky and white clouds, a group of colorful parrots suddenly flapped their wings and flew up into the air. They dragged gorgeous and long tails, screamed cooing, and twirled in the air.

Fang Yuan stood in the center of Yanwu Stadium and looked up. Under the bright sun, the bird's colorful feathers are obviously even more dazzling.

His expression was indifferent, as if he had just cut off the grass head, not at all like him.

"The sunshine in spring is really bright ..." He sighed in his heart.

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