‘Don’t leave the YIN thief!’ I don’t know who shouted loudly, but the disciples of the academy were in a state of great emotion and showed no mercy. The martial arts competition cannot be used to bully the few, but it is a different matter to capture the YIN thief. Especially this “YIN thief” is still a fierce and difficult character, so everyone needs to work together to capture this guy!

Du Chongxiao was drunk and sank into the crowd. The stick in his hand had an opportunity to be elusive. He hit and swept and knocked down several people in a row. He was very good at melee combat. Although he was trapped in a heavy siege, his stick force was wide open and close, and even if he blocked ten, he would not be at a disadvantage.

On the other hand, one of the disciples of the academy was afraid of accidentally hurting their fellow disciples, so they couldn't help but worry and couldn't do it! When Du Chongxiao grabbed the crowd and fought in one place, the disciples on the outside looked forward and shrank.

"Don't fight!" Bai Yuxin's voice was drowned in a burst of shouts.

A man in blue roared and shouted: "You guys, let's go away for now, and wait for me to capture this YIN thief!" He saw clearly on the side that such a melee would be detrimental to his side.

Hearing the words of Senior Brother Zhang, the disciples of the academy immediately dispersed to all sides. However, Du Chongxiao staggered and followed, with a stick in his hand crossing, sweeping one person's knees. Another one hit the other's back. His body was like a wind and the stick was like a heavy rain. Not only did he take advantage of the retreat to defeat several people again, but he also rushed into the crowd and continued to fight.

This thief was cunning! Zhang Buyu felt secretly hated in his heart, no longer hesitated, and his body moved and had already stopped in front of Du Chongxiao. A crystal chess piece in his hand floated up, and a chessboard appeared behind him.

"Qi!" Du Chongxiao shouted angrily, like rolling thunder resounding through the clear sky.

Zhang Buyu was the first to be hit, and immediately felt his mind trembled, and his true energy was stagnant. Immediately afterwards, a stick came to his head with a whistling sound.

The engraved words on the crystal chess piece changed instantly, and the "soldiers", "horses," and "cannons" flashed one by one, and finally turned into "soldiers". A golden armored guard appeared out of thin air, stretched out his two whips to hold Du Chongxiao and smashed it hard.

"God!" After a whisper, he shouted again.

Whether Zhang Buyu and his golden armor guards or the disciples of the academy around him were in a short-term shock.

The Wukong stick wrapped in the fierce and fierce force suddenly became three times thick and thin, and swept out angrily. But when he heard a sound of bumping, the stick in the waist and abdomen of the golden armored guard turned into white light and disappeared. Zhang Buyu and more than ten people around him were unable to dodge, and they all fell out and turned into a rolling gourd!

While the "power of Qitian" has not disappeared, Du Chongxiao entered the flock of sheep, and suddenly fell and hugged his heart. He suddenly threw his cup and kicked it one after another. He suddenly slashed the mountains from above and fell down, and the disciples of the academy who were directly killed retreated step by step.

Later, he was hit by a piano sound on his back, but he knocked a disciple of the academy who was also in the art of art to fly away a few steps. He got two locust arrows formed by painting with his right leg, and then smashed a disciple of the academy to spit blood. Later, the battle on the field became more and more intense, and the disciples of the academy were also aroused by blood courage, and fought against Du Chongxiao with his choice without fear of death.

As more and more disciples in the practice realm participated in the battle, Du Chongxiao gradually fell into a hard struggle. After all, he only understood the realm of art. Although he relied on his natural divine eyes and divine power, he could directly hit the enemy's weaknesses and make achievements with one stick! However, his weaknesses of insufficient protection were gradually exposed.

How could Tianxia Academy run side by side with Taixuan Qingxu Palace and Hanshan Temple? How could it be that it was a frightening reputation? At first, Du Chongxiao was surprised and caught off guard. After stabilizing his position, the counterattack of the disciples of the Academy became more and more fierce.

When a pretty female disciple plays the pipa, she gradually appears behind her like a flying fairy. The exciting music sound is as substantial as it is. Every time she pulls the silver string, the sound of thunder is emitted.

Du Chongxiao used Wukong stick to cross his chest and took the thunder, but his whole body was unable to defeat the power of the original image contained in it. He retreated more than ten steps in a row to stabilize his body. Wukong stick swung along with the situation and swept a disciple of the academy to the ground.

The female disciple was about to pursue him, and suddenly felt her body tightened and had been tied up by a dark rope. In a shock, she quickly spread the power of the original image to spread all over her body, intending to break the rope. However, she saw that the rope suddenly doubled and the color also changed from black to golden. The more she struggled, the more the binding force was greater. The power of the original image was transported to the extreme, and the image of the flying fairy behind her was as clear as the real body, but she still could not resist the power of the rope tightening.

The female disciple couldn't help but be shocked. With her true nature of Lingming, she couldn't even break a small rope. What kind of treasure is this rope?

"Don't be rampant!" Accompanied by a clear shout, a light like ink sword fell from the sky and slashed straight towards Du Chongxiao's head. The sword force covered the eight wildernesses and four fields, leaving nowhere to escape.

Du Chongxiao held the stick in both hands and tried his best to cross the sword. The swords and sticks were connected, but they were strangely silent. Suddenly, cracks appeared under Du Chongxiao's feet, spreading in all directions like spider webs.

The next moment, the surrounding ground collapsed three feet at the same time, and the bluestone on the ground was shattered inch by inch, and a violent wave of air swept around with Du Chongxiao and another person as the center, forcing the disciples of the surrounding academy to cast spells to resist.

Du Chongxiao looked carefully. The person who fought with him was a young man wearing a blue silver silk armor and holding a three-pointed and two-edged sword. He looked handsome and had an extraordinary temperament. He felt the force coming from the stick higher and higher than the waves like a wave. Du Chongxiao couldn't help but be surprised. The other party's strength was no less than him.

Little did he know that the young man was even more shocked. He was also born with divine power. He entered the academy since he was a child to practice the art of stopping the sword. He had long understood the realm of cultivation. This slash was done by him with all his strength, but he was easily taken over by this young man!

"Senior Brother Yang Zhen is here, I will definitely be able to kill this guy!" All the disciples of the academy showed joy. Obviously, Yang Zhen was very prestige.

The swords and sticks intersected, and the stalemate was still there. A disciple from the academy wanted to attack Du Chongxiao, but Yang Zhen shouted loudly: "No need to wait for action, wait until I can meet him alone!" After saying that, his eyebrows suddenly cracked, and a divine eye appeared. As the opening and closing, a golden light shot straight towards Du Chongxiao's face.

A raging fire suddenly lit up in Du Chongxiao's eyes, and in the blink of an eye, he welcomed a golden essence and fire spirit light.

Peng! The dazzling bright light almost illuminated the entire night sky. The disciples of the academy felt that the eyes were white. When they were restored, they saw that the two of them had fought in a group.

Wukong's stick was slashed and swung, like a dragon scrambling in the sea; two-edged swords slammed and broke, like a phoenix dancing in the sky. The sparks splashed, and the clanging golden sounds were shaking. The two figures suddenly merged and split, causing a gust of wind, and they could not get close to them within ten steps.

"What a great battle between dragon and tiger!" At some point, Bai Xiugu, the head teacher of Wenhua Academy, Lu Xiangyuan, the head teacher of Zhige Academy, and several major teachers, including piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, swords, guns and axes, all took spiritual weapons in the air to watch the battle between dragon and tiger.

"Brother Lu, you have a genius from the Ge Academy!" Bai Xiu couldn't hide his envy on his face and said with a smile.

"If you talk about geniuses, your granddaughter Yuxin and Shangguan Mo, who are the three-cultivated students of poetry, calligraphy and painting, are not as talented as Yang Zhen!" Lu Xiang was only sixty years old, with a burly figure, a rosy complexion, and a loud voice like a bell.

"Don't boast about you two! Don't look at how many academy disciples were knocked to the ground by a stick besides Yang Zhen." A middle-aged woman sneered and sarcastically said: "Zhang Buyu has the peak of his cultivation level! Ouyang Lan is already in the realm of spiritual wisdom? At least half of the overthrew disciples are in the realm of art? Tsk tsk, look at the miserable appearance on the ground, I really think who is making trouble in the Tianxia Academy! If outsiders know the truth, I don't know if they will laugh out loud!"

Bai Xiugu and Lu Xiangyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although Ning Zhenyu used verbs, he said nothing badly. The dignified Tianxia Academy has nearly thirty disciples, including one of them, one of them is the spiritual realm of the original spirit and the one at the peak of the cultivation realm. Most of the rest are in the art realm. Not only did they fail to win, they were beaten to the point of falling! What made them feel even more dull was that they were just the realm of the art realm of the art realm!

Even though Yang Zhen is equal to his team at this moment, in terms of realm, Yang Zhen is even better than the other party. He cannot win with his superiority, and even the divine eyes cannot do anything to the other party. It can be seen that Du Chongxiao is so powerful!

Famous teachers produce great disciples! Only Xuanxiao can teach such extraordinary disciples!

"Forget it, let's go down, Eunuch Li is afraid he can't wait!" Bai Xiugu sighed lightly, and his figure was already falling into the field. With a wave of his sleeves, he left with great righteousness, and stood apart from Du Chongxiao, who was fighting in the same place.

"Why are you fighting?" Bai Xiugu frowned and asked Du Chongxiao.

"Because my younger generation is greedy for alcohol, I am lost without realizing it. I accidentally entered here and disturbed Miss Bai!" Du Chongxiao bowed gently and replied.

"Xin'er thought a thief broke into the academy at night, so she started a ringtone to warn him, but she didn't expect it was Mr. Du!" Bai Yuxin said, "This matter should be just a misunderstanding!"

"Since it is a misunderstanding, why didn't you explain it earlier and make such a fuss now?" Bai Xiugu looked unhappy and his tone became stern.

Bai Yuxin's beautiful eyes shining with tears, but she dared not argue, but she just lowered her head as if she was crying.

"No wonder Junior Sister Bai, it was the disciple who was eager to take action before he asked clearly!" Seeing this situation, several academy disciples couldn't bear it and stood up to defend Bai Yuxin. The other disciples looked at each other, and they seemed to hear Bai Yuxin stop, but they were all red at the time, but no one paid attention to it!

"You follow me!" After asking about this, Bai Xiugu stopped hesitating, and reached out to hold Du Chongxiao's wrist and rose up in the air, heading straight towards the welcome hall.

"If you have the courage, you will fight for another 300 rounds tomorrow!" Yang Zhen shouted at Du Chongxiao's distant figure. He met the opponent with the other party, and the battle was very exciting. At this time, he was forced to separate and felt that he was still unfinished, so he invited Du Chongxiao to fight again tomorrow.

"Sure!" Du Chongxiao's voice also came from afar.

***

True Dragon City.

In the emperor's bedroom, Emperor Qin looked sick and half sat and half lying on the dragon's bed.

Du Chongxiao stood aside and quietly watched the Lord of the Great Qin open the letter with his trembling hands.

Emperor Qin read very carefully one by one. At the end, he put the letter aside and sighed softly, "I understand!"
Chapter completed!