Fang Lang and Liu Hao make an appointment to fight!

This news broke out in an instant on the third floor of the Seventh Bookstore.

Most of the students in the academy are unfamiliar with Fang Lang. Although Fang Lang is a rich child, his family background will not be bad except for ordinary students.

Liu Hao is quite well-known. After all, he is one of the most talented students among ordinary students.

Of course, because of this confrontation, one is a rich child and the other is a civilian student, is it a drama of a rich child oppressing a civilian?

Many people were curious, so for a while, a lot of storms were caused, and even students from other floors came to join in the fun and watched.

The crowds are surging, and many students who have walked out of the library are still communicating with each other.

"Fang Lang? Is the Fang family from Luojiangcheng? I heard that the college entrance examination has been more than 700, three sword disciples... can he represent us and other rich children?"

"I heard it was because of jealousy, because Ni Wen, the third-place gold list."

"It doesn't seem to be jealous. Fang Lang asked Ni Wen for confusion in his practice, so Liu Hao started to cause trouble."

"Oh, that's it? This little civilian genius is very impatient and crazy!"

"But Liu Hao is a fifth-departed martial artist. If Fang Lang does not use the magic talisman, wouldn't he be looking for abuse?"

...

On the bluestone road to the martial arts fair.

The students in the blue shirts of the academy were whispering to each other, muttering curiously.

In the seventh bookstore, most of the students on the third floor were divided into camps, with many rich children following Fang Lang, and most civilian students following Liu Hao.

Two groups of people headed towards the martial arts venue in a fierce manner.

Fang Lang walked in front, frowned, thinking and reminiscing about the content of sword drawing.

Although the system said that the sword drawing technique would be transmitted from the memory level and muscle memory, Fang Lang also felt that he had many more memories of practicing sword drawing technique, and even a sword cocoon that had been holding a sword for many years appeared on his palm, he was still a little nervous.

After all, before this, Liu Hao, who was the fifth martial artist, was basically an existence that Fang Lang could not reach.

And while Fang Lang frowned and thought, a figure in blue-clothed clothes rushed over and stopped in front of Fang Lang.

"Prodigal son, are you sure?"

The visitor was a young man who had a thigh of hanging bangs on his forehead. While talking, he also swayed his bangs from time to time.

Fang Lang stopped thinking about sword drawing skills and looked up at the other party.

Yang Zhengyi, Eight-Duan Shu Xiu, No. 50 on the Golden List of Luojiang Academy...

The Yang family and the Fang family have a family relationship, so Yang Zhengyi has been with Fang Lang since he was a child and is one of Fang Lang's few friends.

"Hey, what are you asking?"

"If you don't give up, you three sword disciples and you are going to have a fight with five martial artists. You are stupid!"

"With your family background and my cultivation, what kind of woman is there? Otherwise, after class, I will take you to the Jiafangsi for you? Teach you what true love is in the world?"

Yang Zhengyi held the folding fan in his hand, looking like a handsome young man. However, every time he said something, he shook his head and shook off the bangs that covered his eyes.

"Don't worry, I know it."

Fang Lang patted Yang Zhengyi and said with a gentle smile.

Yang Zhengyi was stunned when he looked Shang Fanglang's eyes.

What a strong confidence!

"Prodigal son... your feeling is not right from before!"

Could it be...this is the power of true love?

Yang Zhengyi slapped the folding fan in his palm with a "pop", glanced at Ni Wen in the distance, and then looked at Fang Lang.

A wit to see through everything.

...

Above the blue sky, a few white clouds scattered like milk smudges hanging high.

Luojiang Academy.

Martial arts venue.

Large pieces of blue bricks are paved, and the willows on both sides are gently brushing, making a "rustling" sound.

The practical class has not yet begun, and many students from the academy's blue shirts have already scattered on it on the martial arts field, either relaxing their muscles or circulating the qi and blood in their bodies.

At the No. 3 venue of the martial arts venue, a group of students gathered and stood in two camps.

The atmosphere between the two sides was even a little tense.

In the center of the venue, Fang Lang stood in it. He lowered his head and rubbed the wooden sword he had selected from the weapon rack in his hand.

The wooden sword has limited lethality and is usually used for training.

Although the appointment is voluntary, the academy will not stop it. After all, practice is a dangerous thing, and injury is a very common thing.

However, the academy does not allow human lives, so it also limits the choice of weapons.

Opposite Fang Lang, Liu Hao also entered the venue. His palms were wrapped in a layer of cow leather, and chains were tied outside the cow leather. Liu Hao was tied with chains while walking.

This is a boxing glove for martial artists, and it is also the boxing glove that is allowed by the academy and has the most lethality used during battles.

Seeing this boxing glove, many students were upset. Liu Hao... intends to act really well.

Martial arts are a relatively special profession. Most martial artists use their own fists to fight the enemy. However, some martial artists will also choose fancy weapons, such as sledgehammers, machetes, nine-toothed chain swords, etc.

The warrior who uses his fists to face the enemy will be equipped with some professional boxing gloves.

Some fist gloves have sharp thorns, sharp blades, etc., which is also very terrifying in lethality.

After Liu Hao tied up the chains on his fist, he looked at Fang Lang's eyes with a cold feeling rolling.

"Three paragraphs challenge me one fifth paragraph..."

"You must be hiding some conspiracy. You rich children are all in a bad way!"

Sarcastic words burst out from Liu Hao's teeth.

A waste who cannot support the wall, with the strong resources at home and the spiritual crystal squandering at will, he only reached the level of three sword disciples in three years, and Liu Hao was not afraid at all.

This is also the reason why Liu Hao is jealous and resentful to those rich children. Some people are obviously very trash in their roots and talents, but they occupy a lot of resources.

This world is very unfair!

He was extremely unbalanced!

He was not worried about offending rich children such as Fang Lang because his talent was quite good. If he had the opportunity to enter the sects of the Tang Dynasty through scientific research and become a master of the sect, his identity and status would also increase.

But if he has more resources, he can go higher!

So he is extreme and he is jealous!

However, having said that, Fang Lang dared to challenge him with three sections and five sections, and Liu Hao felt that Fang Lang would definitely have a backup plan.

But if you don’t use magic talismans, Liu Hao can’t think of how he lost!

"Wait a minute... don't cry and beg me!"

Liu Hao's fists, which were tied up with cold chains, hit him violently, stared at Fang Lang, and said.

Fang Lang leaned on the wooden sword and smiled at Feng Ruya: "When crying, begging you not to die?"

Liu Hao was stunned.

The surroundings also became quiet in an instant.

Ni Wen's thin body was wrapped in a blue shirt, but she looked at Fang Lang's face with anxiety and worry, mainly because this contradiction arose because of her.

If something happened to Fang Lang, she would feel extremely guilty.

Liu Hao was present and looked at Ni Wen's eyes almost sticking to Fang Lang, but he never looked at him.

The anger in his chest surged!

It turns out that you, Ni Wen, the so-called pride of the civilians on the third place on the Golden List, is actually a woman who dislikes the poor and loves the rich!

This Fang Lang... besides having some money at home, what else does he have?!

The battle begins.

"Fang Lang!"

Liu Hao roared angrily.

boom!

The martial artist cultivates qi and blood, and the qi and blood in his body surge, and Liu Hao's blue shirt and shirt were bulging with qi and blood.

In an instant, the momentum on his body changed, like a fierce tiger with hair blown away, opening his mouth and roaring!

Stepping down hard, the blue bricks on the ground trembled.

Then, Liu Hao's body suddenly swooped out, causing a gust of wind to rush towards Fanglang!
To be continued...