After breaking the shocking news, Teng Wenyan walked to the gymnasium in high spirits.

But as soon as he took a step, he stopped, looked at the gymnasium for a moment, then looked at the sky, and laughed out loud, "Interesting, so interesting."

Almost at the same time, Wang Jing looked at the watch on his wrist and sighed deeply, "The time has come."

If there were no accidents, according to the plan, we should start hunting for the king-level luck spirit that comes out every five hundred years!

But now, he can only wait here, waiting for the result, waiting for his destined ending.

"Wei Chaoyang! Why don't you die!"

Wang Jing scolded him bitterly, kicked the coffee cup that fell to the ground, and strode out of the hotel room.

Biology Building, Graduate School of Tianke University.

The huge mulberry tree bloomed with overlapping white flowers.

The little sun of the same style that stayed on the tree expanded several times.

It’s just that the vague black bird shape at the core is missing.

The brilliant golden light fell like rain and poured into the graduate student building.

The laboratory erupted in ecstatic cheers.

All the researchers were wildly excited.

Among the unconscious shouts of venting, someone shouted: "Hurry up and call, tell Senior Sister Yan, tell Mr. Xu, tell the principal..."

I don’t know how many people picked up their mobile phones and started making calls after receiving the reminder.

In the gymnasium, the cell phones of Yan Ruoning, Xu Guizhu and the principal rang almost simultaneously.

However, Yan Ruoning, who was only focused on cheering for Wei Chaoyang, had no intention of answering the phone. She just pulled her neck and yelled, no matter what image she had.

Under her leadership, the cheers from Wei Chaoyang's side had completely gained an overwhelming advantage, and no other sound could be heard in the entire stadium.

Xu Guizhu and the principal still felt the vibration of their mobile phones and knew that the call was coming. However, in the middle of the deafening cheers, it was not easy to hear the content of the call clearly.

The two old men could only leave their seats and jog to find a place where they could answer the phone.

Almost as soon as the two old men left, Jidetian came to Yan Ruoning's side, holding a folding fan in his hand.

The folding fan has been painted with complex runes.

This is the culmination of all that Jidetian has learned in his life.

It can help gather this huge popularity, form a sharp offensive, and break the blockade of the arena by the momentum formation.

"Girl, take this and help Wei Chaoyang!"

Jidetian handed the folding fan to Yan Ruoning.

It happened to be a break for Yan Ruoning to lead the slogan. She lowered her head and glanced at the colorfully painted fan, and then glanced at the strange old man. She said "feudal superstition", but without hesitation, she put down the white paper in her hand.

He opened the folding fan and threw it into the air, snatched the fan from Ji Detian's hand, shook it open and slapped himself, then closed it again, pointed towards the ring, and shouted: "Invincible!"

Everyone behind them roared in unison: "Invincible!"

Out of ordinary people's sight, this fan was waved out, and the golden crow sun on Yan Ruoning's head exploded into a large cloud of golden light. Along the direction of the fan's swing, it rushed towards Kuangbiao. Wherever it passed, it was like a tornado that swept away all the colorful lights.

All the threads were rolled up into one place and turned into a huge sharp sword, which stabbed heavily into the white mist blocking the arena.

The white mist was stabbed to pieces.

The flower of destiny above the ring withered instantly.

The white line pouring down like a waterfall was immediately interrupted.

Wei Chaoyang felt that the invisible shackles oppressing his body disappeared, and even his breathing became extremely light.

Wen Jun punched him fiercely.

Wei Chaoyang raised his hand to block, and took advantage of the situation to take three steps back to widen the distance.

Wen Jun punched in pursuit, but a strange look appeared on his face.

That feeling of being invincible and having the power of heaven and earth is gone!

Although his punches were still sharp, he was still worse than his previous state.

An ominous feeling arose from the bottom of my heart, and there was some faint panic.

Wei Chaoyang looked at him, showed a meaningful smile, and then punched back.

Both fists hit one place hard, making a muffled sound.

Lint splatter.

The gloves shattered simultaneously.

The fist that came out of the gauntlet hit one place hard.

Wen Jun's footing was unstable, and he stepped back more than ten steps in a row, leaning on the rope to barely steady himself. He looked up at Wei Chaoyang, with an uncontrollable look of fear in his eyes.

The fist hanging down to his side was shaking violently.

There were drops of blood falling from the back of the fist.

What a hard punch!

Half of his body was numb from the beating.

Wen Jun has experienced hundreds of battles, but he never thought that someone could hit such a heavy blow.

It was obviously heavier than the punch he had during the club fight that day.

Could it be that I still had some reservations about that punch that day?

Can such a heavy punch really be punched by human power?

Can I handle such an inhuman punch?

The originally abundant confidence was shaken at this moment.

But the next moment, he gritted his teeth.

No, I won't lose.

I have strong luck and can win every battle. I cannot lose!

Wen Jun let out an angry roar, rushed towards Wei Chaoyang, and raised his bloody fist.

Wei Chaoyang looked at Wen Jun, with a hint of pity in his eyes. He turned sideways, and the moment he passed by Wen Jun, he raised his hand that was freed from the shackles of the glove and pressed it on Wen Jun's head.

This press broke the red rope that bound Tickle Cow.

The ticklish cow raised its hoof and was about to run away.

Wei Chaoyang grabbed the cow's neck and pulled it off Wen Jun's head.

This series of movements was as fast as lightning, and it was completed as soon as the two of them brushed against each other.

Others couldn't see the luck, but they could see that Wei Chaoyang easily dodged Wen Jun's attack, and even touched Wen Jun's head while dodging. This casual attitude was simply insulting Wen Jun!

Everyone was a little confused.

It was clear that just a moment ago, Wen Jun was still suppressing Wei Chaoyang. Although he could not break through the defense, he clearly had the upper hand. How could the situation be reversed in the blink of an eye?

Wen Jun was even furious.

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated.

Being humiliated in public like this, if I don't get my place back, I won't have to be in the fighting ring anymore.

He let out a cry like a trapped animal, turned around and charged towards Wei Chaoyang, punching out like a dragon.

Wei Chaoyang did not dodge this time, and raised his left fist with the glove intact, attacking with attack!

The fist was swung out, and the hammer on the top of his head burst into brilliant light.

After the hammer struck hard, it suddenly turned into points of light, all falling onto the long sword that had been struck hundreds of thousands of times.

The long sword takes shape, its brilliance flashes, and the clarity reaches above 1080p.

There was a loud bang, and the wind of the fist broke through the air, hitting Wen Jun firmly on the side of the head.

Wen Jun's fist was only a little bit away from the tip of Wei Chaoyang's nose.

No more progress can be made.

Wen Jun flew backwards like a weightless paper man, and his mind was in chaos.

All kinds of thoughts surged up in confusion.

Why is it like this again, why is it so different?

Why do you still lose when you have no victory in every battle?

What a heavy punch, can this really be punched by a human being...

In his final thoughts, Wen Jun flew out of the barrier and flew to the bottom of the ring.

Teng Wenyan, who was about to walk into the stadium, happened to see this scene. He couldn't help but was startled and cried out, "Is this the formation broken?"
To be continued...