Volume 2, Edge of the Inner Court Chapter 133, Hands-on
Back in the room, it was already late at night, Yan Ting gently touched Duan Ya who was leaning against the wall, thinking about what the man in black robe said.
"It's time to develop a relationship with you." Yan Ting showed his white teeth, patted Duan Ya, and then went to bed.
The next morning, the warm sunshine shone into Yan Ting's room through the window, and Yan Ting was no longer visible on the bed. Going to bed late and getting up early has been his good habit in the past ten years, at least that's what he thought, except for a few special cases.
He rarely sleeps in unless he can sleep for a whole day.
Stretching, Yan Ting took out the black rope and tied Duan Ya to his body tightly. This step alone took him half an hour, because Duan Ya was too long and needed to be lifted two feet.
To make it easier for him to walk, Yan Ting racked his brains, first pulled the rope and put it on the table, then put Duan Ya on it, then lay down on Duan Ya, and finally tied it up successfully.
Then he discovered a very serious problem. After lying down, Duan Ya's weight was so heavy that he couldn't even lift his waist. Naturally, he couldn't stand up. So he used two tables to open up the space.
, put Duan Ya between the two tables, bent his back to support Duan Ya, and then managed to do it.
With Duan Ya on his back, Yan Ting felt as if he was carrying a hill on his back. He staggered as he walked, and finally managed to stand firm.
After walking out of the courtyard and breathing in the fresh air, the fatigue from working for more than half an hour was gone. Yan Ting walked firmly down the mountain one step at a time.
With the Zhulu Order, inner court disciples do not need to pass the exam when going down the mountain and leaving the academy. This is the privilege of the inner court disciples.
The inner courtyard was very large. It was eight or nine miles from Yan Ting's courtyard to the barrier gate, and he had to pass through a huge square on the way, which made Yan Ting feel helpless.
In front of them are seven or eight young men in green and brown loose clothes. Each of them has extraordinary cultivation and is in the realm of late Tianyuan. If this power is placed in the outer courtyard, it can directly sweep across the area. This is the inner courtyard.
However, when the group of people saw Yan Ting, they didn't seem to intend to go around him, but stopped directly in front of him.
Yan Ting, who was unaware of what was going on, would naturally not know the identities of these people and thought they were disciples of the inner courtyard, so he could not have a bad attitude to avoid getting into trouble.
"Brothers, please excuse me." Yan Ting forced out an ugly smile and spoke in a gentle tone.
It was extremely difficult for him to carry Duan Ya on his back, and he had already walked such a long distance. Now a group of people were blocking him. It was obviously intentional. He would have lost his temper before, but now he can't.
Don't want to cause trouble.
The leader held his hands in front of his chest, sneered at Yan Ting, and asked, "Are you Yan Ting? I heard you are very cool!"
Yan Ting's mind was buzzing, but in his heart he was greeting all the eighteen generations of the other party's ancestors. It's just my first day in the inner courtyard. What bastard did you hear saying that I'm very cool?
"I don't know what senior brother means by this. I just came to the inner courtyard and I don't know the rules yet. If I have offended the senior brothers in any way, I hope you can forgive me." Yan Ting tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and kept the ugly smile on his face.
It hasn't faded away.
The man waved his hand and said: "We are not disciples of the inner courtyard. Yan Ting, when you insulted my young master in Tianxin Tower before, you didn't have such a cowardly attitude. Why are you so incompetent now?"
Yan Ting's face suddenly darkened. There was only one person he insulted in Tianxin Tower.
Gu Feichun!
"Are you from Gu Feichun?" Yan Ting asked in a cold voice.
"Hey, you are getting tough again. Yes, Gu Feichun is my young master. Boy, you are too arrogant, and I feel very unhappy with you." The man rubbed his palms, and Yan Ting felt a faint vitality gathering in his palms.
Yan Ting was deeply disdainful of this behavior. He snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "It turns out he is Gu Feichun's lackey. Why, he wants to stand out for your master. I am a disciple of the inner courtyard. Do you have the courage?"
"Hahaha..." Hearing Yan Ting's words, the group of people laughed wildly, which made Yan Ting narrow his eyes slightly. This matter is not that simple!
"It seems that you have just entered the inner courtyard and don't understand any rules. Okay, let me tell you. There are hundreds of disciples in the inner courtyard. Each disciple can bring a maximum of one hundred servants into the inner courtyard. The servants
They are not allowed to enjoy all the resources of the inner courtyard, but the disciples who brought them into the inner courtyard can use their own resources to support their cultivation. Similarly, when the disciples are in need of help, the servants can take appropriate action, and the academy will not hold them accountable."
"That is to say..." The man's voice was a bit sharper and more sinister: "We will give you a good beating now. As long as you are not seriously injured or killed, the college will not care."
Yan Ting's eyelids began to twitch. What bastard made these rules? Isn't this a clear way to bully people from their small place?
"You should be lucky that you are only in the Tianyuan realm, so we didn't send out Yuan Luo to teach you a lesson. Otherwise, you would definitely be unable to eat and walk around. However, the few of us are enough for you to drink a pot. What do you think?
You said you defeated Duan Peng and came to compete with us?"
Looking at the increasingly arrogant faces of those people, Yan Ting felt nauseated. He now had Duan Ya on his body, and the rope was tied very tightly. If he wanted to take action, he would have to untie the rope first, and then tie him up again after beating these people.
Go back, this is the square, there is nothing to lend him strength, and he doesn’t have the strength to put down Duan Ya, so he can firmly insert it into the ground, which means that if he puts down Duan Ya, he will fall down, and it will be impossible for him to carry it up.
.
After weighing the pros and cons, he decided.
beat!
It's one thing to say Qi Duanya or not, but the main reason is that he is angry and wants to hit people. If he is a disciple of the inner courtyard, he will tolerate it. A group of people who treat him like dogs dare to provoke him, and they really think that he is easy to bully.
"It's just you?" Yan Ting sneered: "Don't mention just a few of you, even if all the loyal dogs from the Tianyuan realm like Gu Feichun come, I will break all your legs."
"Arrogant!" The man shouted: "Then try it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man shot out both palms, and the vitality that had been gathered for a long time suddenly blasted out, directly hitting Yan Ting. If he could defeat Duan Peng, he did not dare to be careless, so he used seven points of strength from the beginning.
Yan Ting's face turned cold. At that time, he wanted to give himself two big-eared melon seeds. He should have untied Duanya first and then said harsh words. It was a mistake.
Facing the fierce blow, Yan Ting had no time to think anymore and constructed a vitality shield with both palms to block it in front of him.
Bang!
Yan Ting took a few steps back, his body suddenly became unstable, and he was about to tilt his head up and fall. He suddenly twisted his body strangely, and made a posture of lying on the ground, using the strength of his hands and knees to support him at the same time.
Only then did he not fall down.
"Level 9...Tian Yuan..." Yan Ting coughed twice, and there was a trace of blood smell in his throat.
This time... it happened!
The young man was not a fool, and he could naturally see that Yan Ting was hindered in his actions entirely because of the huge black knife on his back.
"Don't let him have the chance to take off the knife. That will restrict his movements. Beat him hard." The young man made a decisive decision and took the lead. He leaped several feet high in one step. His fists were covered with light yellow light and he headed towards
He hit Yan Ting hard on the chest.
At the same time, other people around him also started to move. They were all late-stage Tianyuan, and they were not weak at all, so everyone did not dare to use their full strength for fear of seriously injuring Yan Ting or even killing him. After all, Yan Ting was only a level four
Tianyuan.
But they completely underestimated Yan Ting's strength, especially his explosive power.
He stood up quickly, clenched his fists, and the purple thunder spread out a half-foot-wide thunder field on his chest. Yan Ting hit the thunder field with both fists, and suddenly an unusually powerful impact was blasted out, and the oncoming
Except for the nine-level Tian Yuan headed by the eight late-stage Tian Yuans, all the others tilted their heads back and flew out.
The young man at the head took two steps back slightly, and shook off the thunder and lightning attached to it with his arm, his face extremely gloomy.
"I'm looking down on you, don't hold back. This kid is very weird, just don't beat him to death." After saying that, his body rushed out again, spinning in mid-air into a raging wind, and flashed to Yan Yan in an instant.
In front of Ting, his left fist suddenly flew out. This time he used eight points of force. No matter how powerful Yan Ting was, there was no way he could resist easily.
Feeling the strong vitality approaching, Yan Ting yelled loudly and stepped on the ground with his right foot. A trembling blood suddenly appeared all over his body. The blood quickly spread to his right arm. He raised his right arm to resist.
The young man's punch. The young man's fist hit Yan Ting's right arm like a boxing steel plate. Yan Ting turned his right arm, suppressed the young man's fist, grabbed his collar with his palm, and threw him hard backwards.
The young man flipped several somersaults in the air, and then fell to the ground in a very embarrassed state.
After Yan Ting threw the young man away, his center of gravity was unstable. He took a few steps before he managed to stand still. His brows furrowed slightly and his right arm trembled slightly. A blow from the ninth-level Tianyuan was not something he could withstand easily.
The seven people behind him were ready to attack at the same time. Yan Ting gritted his teeth and resisted tenaciously. With Duan Ya on his back, it was destined that he would not be so flexible. Facing the simultaneous attacks of seven people, he could only do one move after another.
Hardwired.
"Ugh!" An eighth-level Tianyuan punched Yan Ting in the ribs. Yan Ting gritted his teeth and groaned, then punched the man in the chest with his backhand, sending the man flying several feet away.
Another seventh-level Tianyuan kicked Yan Ting in the chest. Yan Ting took a few steps back. A seventh-level Tianyuan behind him walked around Yan Ting, appeared in front of him like a ghost, and kicked him across the lower abdomen.
The foot was so fierce that Yan Ting spat out a mouthful of blood and took another dozen steps back. Duan Ya's weight made him unable to breathe. His legs were now weak and trembling, but he knew he could not fall.
, once it falls, there is absolutely no chance.
"Is that all you do? Come again!" Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Yan Ting raised the corner of his mouth and said with contempt and sarcasm.
"Oh, he needs to work harder. Did you not eat or something? Do as he says!" The young man's face was very ugly. Eight late-stage Tianyuan could not win one fourth-level Tianyuan. If this was spread, wouldn't it be a joke?
The expression of a seventh-level Tianyuan was cold, and the vitality in his body surged unreservedly. His fists were now glowing with a penetrating ice crystal cold light. The others looked at each other and took a step back to let this seventh-level Tianyuan take action.
"Han Xu's Ice Mystic Technique has reached its peak, and it should be enough to deal with Yan Ting."
"Ice Xuan Gong is a mid-level Xuan-level skill. It is extremely cold and yin-yin. It is absolutely impossible for Yan Ting to block it in his current state."
The seven people unanimously believed that Yan Ting would be defeated by Han Xu's Ice Mysterious Technique. Although Yan Ting was not at the end of his strength, he was seriously injured at this moment. In addition, his realm was too low, and Han Xu exploded with all his strength. How could it be possible?
Invincible reason.
Han Xu's face was filled with coldness, and he said: "Next time you see us, remember to take a detour!"
That fist full of chill rushed through the space, leaving a bone-chilling cold air along the way, turning into little ice stars and falling to the ground. Would Yan Ting dare to take this punch?
boom!
A punch hit Yan Ting's chest, and the ice invaded and spread to all sides, but it spread tightly for two inches and stopped completely.
"You...you..." Han Xu's eyes were blurry and his pupils were pale. Looking at Yan Ting, he felt like he was seeing an evil ghost who had been trapped in hell for tens of thousands of years.
With a look of disdain on his face, Yan Ting grabbed Han Xu's extremely cold fist with his right hand and slowly pulled it away, his eyes full of sarcasm and contempt.
"Is that it?"
The left fist suddenly flew out and hit Han Xu hard on the face. Han Xu instantly flew several feet away like a spinning top and passed out.