The martial arts field of Tianshui Academy is surrounded by water on all sides. The wide platform of 100 meters is like a small island in the middle of the lake. Small bridges made of brown and black wooden boards connect the two sides.

"I'm going first!"

A violent white light burst out from Jian Douluo's body, and even if he deliberately restrained the "sonocclusive" sound of the sword would scatter.

The indifferent and elegant temperament reached the extreme after a murderous silver sword appeared.

Looking at the sword Douluo who stepped onto the flying sword and fell into the field like Feng Xu's wind, the whispers of the girls from the academy off the field suddenly became noisy, and the screams continued.

This is the first time most of them have seen someone flying with a sword.

"This person is so strong!"

"What is the concept of Level 96? It's the ultimate in the world. How can you not be strong?"

"Can our husband be his opponent?" A cute girl covered her chest with her heart in a blue academy uniform and worriedly.

"Bah, you Bichi, what do you mean by your husband?" A circle of people around him stared at the girl talking.

"Stop quarrel! Let's concentrate on the male god!"

"Don't work hard. The opponent is too shameless. You will definitely not be able to win. We will be psychologically burdened by the psychological burden when we work hard."

"Yes, let's think about how to comfort him afterwards." A rational girl held a book and pushed her black-framed glasses.

"Yes." The girls in the circle nodded after hearing this. Although they like Luo Yu very much, they saw the power of Jian Douluo, so no one would fantasize that he would win, which was impossible.

"Class Luo, come on, be sure to win glory to our school. Let go and fight. No matter win or lose, you will always be a good child in the teacher's mind." Su Yaoyun said seriously and seriously.

"Ha, woman!" Luo Yu sneered at her. If you have the ability, you, a fairy, will say what you just sent to the voice, in public, now you are hypocritical.

Ning Rongrong bit his lips and apologized: "Brother Yu, since Grandpa Jian promised me, he will not hurt you, don't worry."

Luo Yu was on the road under the gaze of all the teachers and students of the school. He did not have the cool operation of Jian Douluo, and walked up the wooden bridge step by step. He slowly stretched his waist on the way.

Seeing Luo Yu's calm look, the girl watching on the shore sighed, "Look, this is our Tianshui man. If you lose, don't lose. Don't care about your strength, this temperament!"

"Love it, love it."

"I feel that junior Luo Yu is getting more and more handsome. Except for his poor strength, it seems that everything else is perfect." A girl with big eyes sighed.

"Okay! No one is perfect. If you are better, it would be a sin. I'm afraid you really can't find a wife."

"Why?" the girl asked in confusion.

"If it's really that excellent, who can still match him in the whole continent!"

However, there are many rational girls who do not follow this wave of eccentricity.

Shui Yue'er murmured in the crowd: "Why do I always think Brother Yu will win?"

"Don't be stupid, the opponent on the other side is a great god." The girl next to her sighed.

Shui Yue'er couldn't suppress her mood, and her hands gathered in her mouth and shouted loudly, "Brother Yu, others don't believe you, I believe you will definitely win!"

In order for Luo Yu to hear it, Shui Yue'er even used his soul power to stir up. The sudden and crisp shouts resounded across the dark sides of the lake, and everyone looked at Shui Yue'er blankly.

No one made any words to mock her, but they all shook their heads helplessly.

I also hope Luo Yu wins, but his strength does not allow it. The girl who called out was still a bit irrational.

When Luo Yu heard the shout, he turned around and slanted towards Shui Yue'er's mouth, and smiled slightly.

Seeing the calm and leisurely look of the young man from above, Jian Douluo and Ning Fengzhi nodded secretly at the same time, and the latter even admired him a little, "No matter how strong this boy is, this temperament is absolutely unique."

Chen Linghan pulled Su Yaoyun halfway and said coldly: "What are you doing? That guy's aura is so powerful that he is far beyond ordinary strong. If he has the same suppression strength, I am afraid that you and I will not be the opponent. Push a student to be cannon fodder?"

Su Yaoyun patted the back of her hand and smiled meaningfully, "My dean, just look at it. If you don't understand, go back and tell you in detail. This little boy is very strong."

Jian Douluo and Luo Yu stood opposite each other, and the old silver wire was combed very neatly, like a long sword with sharpness. The young man had a calm temperament and a hint of laziness.

"You are very good." Jian Douluo said briefly.

"You are also very good." Luo Yu used his honorific words.

He knew that Jian Douluo's life experience was one that he was unremittingly pursuing sword art, and the other that the old man had been protecting the sect throughout his life, even if he was willing to live, it was of course worthy of respect.

Jian Douluo looked at the domineering aura and sharpness that gradually awakened in the young man in front of him, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "There is a young man like you here, and I suddenly don't reject Rongrong staying here."

Luo Yu shook his head.

"Um?"

"You want to give it to me, have you ever asked if we would like to accept it?"

"What a arrogant boy."

Jian Douluo laughed instead of anger, feeling that the young man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person. Even if his invisible aura was not deliberately displayed, it was not something that a junior could bear with ease, let alone chatting and laughing with him here.

"collapse!"

The aura that was as beautiful as the sea rose sharply from Jian Douluo, and the three-foot sword aura was everywhere. The murderous intent was everywhere. The yellow, purple, purple, black, black, and the nine-circle soul ring suddenly showed its terrifying aura.

The off-field was in an instant and they realized more clearly what a terrifying enemy Luo Yu was facing.

Luo Yu narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and the lazy aura on his body had completely receded at this time. Although he had not summoned the martial soul, his unique majesty of the supreme king was revealed. Although his strength was not good, his momentum had never fallen at a disadvantage, and he even won in some aspects.

"Who are you?" Jian Douluo said solemnly.

"Earthman." Luo Yu said calmly.

"Earthman? Haha, are you making fun of me?"

"Okay, you kid open the soul ring. I suppress it to the same level and fight with you." Jian Douluo said proudly.

"Are you sure?" Luo Yu raised his eyes and said strangely.

"Well, just let you have a little more, you can have one soul ring less than your boy." Jian Douluo said: "Some people say that I bully you for a junior."

Luo Yu shook his head, and a brilliant golden sun rose behind him with star rings, and a five-clawed golden dragon roared in the center of the magic shadow of the martial soul.

I don’t know how many people were on both sides of the lakeside. What kind of martial soul is this? It feels so advanced! Ning Fengzhi also stopped his eyebrows and racked his brains but did not expect what kind of martial soul is this.

Immediately afterwards, a circle of white soul rings that spun up shocked everyone's chins.

"Who looks so strong, do you give it a ten-year soul ring?"

"Is this... a little weird?"

Some girls even turned their attention to Shui Yue'er. How could this configuration be won? The enemy's first soul ring looks to be at least 700 years old.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Su Yaoyun and others weirdly and said, "Aren't you kidding me about this sect leader? Is a genius who is a one-ring player or a white soul ring?"

In fact, Ning Fengzhi didn't say anything in his heart. You can attach a white soul ring to this very strong martial soul? Isn't this misleading the children? No wonder there is only one cultivation now.

"Don't worry, the good show is still behind." Su Yaoyun smiled confidently.

"You? One link?"

Jian Douluo couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at the boy in front of him with the least temperament of the four rings, or even the fifth ring soul king. He didn't expect that he was not only a soul master but also a white ring soul master?

"Are you sure you want to fight me?" Jian Douluo said.

"What, I don't think I'm worthy?" Luo Yu smiled.

"Hehe." Jian Douluo smiled faintly.

"Calm."

The Seven Killing Sword sounded, and the eight soul rings behind were hidden in the sword. Circles of soul power chains surrounded the power of the general, leaving only the original yellow soul ring.

Jian Douluo held the sword with one hand and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "For a sword, one can cultivate his sword and cultivate his mind. How can he be deceived by external things? I have already understood the truth that seeing may not be true."

"I didn't dare to breathe in front of me. I told me intuition that you boy are weird."

It is a bit difficult for Douluo Continent to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. Luo Yu's mouth is strange. With a bang, his fighting spirit has risen to the extreme. He expressed his attention and respect for Sword Douluo. This will be a good opponent since his debut.

"Boy, I'll give you three moves first." Jian Douluo said proudly with his identity.

"Can!"

Golden fireworks filled Luo Yu's whole body, and in an instant, his entire tall body was like a king walking out of the flames.

Luo Yu's left foot bends the knee, twisting his waist, and his strong force drives his upper body to turn back, pulling his arm back, and the flames in his body flow endlessly towards his clenched fist.

Jian Douluo's eyes changed. He could sense the horror of this punch, a link? What a joke.

"Fire Fist, bomb the sky!"

A huge fist of flame was like a golden meteor, burning oxygen violently in the air, drawing a golden track with a bright and buzzing with a fierce momentum.

"Sister brother is so strong? This is the strength that Yixing can have." Seeing this scene, all the uninformed girls were shocked. Many people could not take it with this punch alone.

A sword light burst out from Jian Douluo's eyes, and the long sword in his hand drew a half arc in the air, and the word "kill" composed of sword energy attacked towards the Fire Fist.

Unexpectedly, the fire fist was like a broken bamboo, and the eighteen sword energy word "kill" swept into Jian Douluo.

He lifted the tip of the sword and a little bit of the void. A sword energy shield appeared instantly, but after resisting for a second, it was blasted by the fire fist, and it was about to hit him in an extremely powerful way.

"Sword Qi shield!"

Jian Douluo activated a large amount of soul power to form a thin film of sword energy in front of his eyes. Although he barely resisted the attack, he was bombarded by the fire fist and the person, and dragged it on the ground and retreated for more than ten steps.

The audience was in an uproar, and the women's screams continued. I never expected that such an invincible existence could be knocked back by Luo Yu with one punch.

Ning Fengzhi on the shore turned his head in shock and looked at Su Yaoyun. His elegant face was full of shock and confusion. How could he be so strong and completely unreasonable?

"Dad, is Brother Yu very strong?" Ning Rongrong said excitedly.

Ning Fengzhi was heartbroken and glanced at his daughter and said, "Don't worry, look at it, your Grandpa Jian has not yet exerted his strength..."
Chapter completed!