Chapter 138: Sonic martial arts

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Lin Xiaoyun's face changed, and the light in his eyes was shaking.
Chu Tian remained motionless as if standing on the spot, as if it was not the sword that stabbed him, nor the blood that bleed out.
"Why not hide, why don't you hide!"
Lin Xiaoyun shouted hysterically.
"What about your knife? Why didn't it come out? Are you wood?"
Chu Tian said lightly: "I didn't shoot at you, never!"
Lin Xiaoyun's complexion changed rapidly, and his hands began to tremble.
The female students of Mingxin Academy looked at this scene, and the light in their eyes began to fade.
Looking back at the Yiyuanyuan, Han Feng drew a pile of dried meat from his arms and distributed it to Lu Fan and others. He said, "Come here, Master Lu, Brother Chu Xing, Brother Lu Fan, this is Xiao Heixin. Dried meat. Everyone try it, Xiao Hei, do n’t bite me, just eat your dried meat, as for you. "
Lu Fan comforted Xiao Hei, happily eating dried jerky, watching Brother Chu Tian and Lin Xiaoyun looking at each other.
It seemed that Brother Chu Tian was a heavy sword, but in fact, he actually hurt his fur.
At the last minute of this sword, Lin Xiaoyun had already closed his hand, and he hadn't injected it into it.
A little injury is completely harmless.
Lu Fan and others are all looking at the mentality of fun.
Master Yiqing stared at Han Feng and others for several times, which was really shameful.
At the critical moment when my brother talked about love, this group of people actually started to eat. Let them eat one by one, and let the chirping sound, the scenery is really bad.
Not to mention leaving them a little dried meat. . . . . .
Chu Tian said to the instructor: "I admit defeat in this game."
The instructor nodded with a smile, picking up girls during the college competition, such scenes are rare.
Everyone says that the colleges of Yiyuan Academy are all wonderful, and when I saw them today, they were not enough.
Lin Xiaoyun took the sword back, and finally looked at Chu Tian, ​​then walked slowly back.
The moment the sword was drawn out, the blood stopped, and with the strength of Brother Chu Tian, ​​such a small injury, it is estimated that it would be better to sleep with a touch.
Slowly walking back, Han Feng looked at Chu Tiandao: "Brother Er, sorry, your share was taken by Xiaohei."
Chu Tiandao said: "Sorry, I lost the first game. But this does not affect you."
Han Feng waved his hand: "You are used to losing habits, whoever takes it seriously. It seems that in the second game, let me show a glory. Brothers and brothers, I'm on."
After eating, Han Feng walked out carrying the Bishui Changtianjian.
Chu Xing lowered his voice and asked Chu Tian: "When will the sister-in-law take home?"
Chu Tian blushed back and said: "Sister-in-law, don't talk nonsense."
The elder brothers laughed aloud, and said, "I see it, I will take the annual festival this year."
Lu Fan also smiled, but suddenly found that Ling Yao's eyes had always been on him.
Lu Fan's eyes immediately connected with Lingyao. Suddenly, Lingyao lowered his head shyly.
Today Lingyao is very simple, but has a dusty atmosphere. In a white dress, his hair pulled out of the temples, and his hands were graceful and elegant.
Lu Fan felt his heartbeat slightly accelerated. Is this a feeling of heartbeat?
Maybe!
On the field, Han Feng stood boldly.
Spread your legs apart, hoping to split the ground.
This is what Brother Han Feng said about Wangba's standing posture, and he expresses the spirit of Wangba. Listening to Brother Chu Xing said, for this stance, Han Feng practiced all day.
However, according to Lu Fan and others, Wang Ba's spirit is definitely not there, and Wang Ba's legs are more like it.
Rolling his eyes wildly, Lu Fan didn't know what to say, let him come.
Anyway, Brother Han Feng feels good enough.
Haha laughed, Han Feng said: "Who will fight me."
The few elite students in Mingxin Academy look at me, and I see you, none of them mean playing.
Lingyao lowered his head, Mingzhu did not see Han Feng.
Man Yan and Yan Ran looked at each other, and the two were obviously unwilling to go up.
Especially Yan Ran, he had even seen Han Feng shot. Knowing that he is going up may not be Han Feng's opponent.
In the end, Master Worry-free spoke.
"Man Yan, come on in the second scene."
"Yes, Master!"
Man Yan came out very reluctantly, holding a jade flute, Man Yan twisted Xiu Mei, looked at Han Feng and said: "Please advise."
Han Feng waved carelessly: "Don't dare to teach, learn, learn. Sister Manyan, but I heard that your ghost dream soul-stirring song is more advanced, and we won't compare it now. You blow a song , I listen to a song. When the song is over, if I still stand, it will be considered as my win. If I ca n’t hold it down, it will be considered as a loss, how? "
The light in Man Yan's eyes lighted up and said: "Student Han Feng is so courageous, so good, and does not hurt. Then please ask Han Feng students to listen to me quietly."
Han Feng put the Bishui Changtian Sword on the ground, hands on his hips, and raised his head.
Lu Fan didn't know what to say about this posture, anyway, it was even more stupid to look at, especially this waist-lifting movement, how to look and how insignificant. If only a female student could see him, it would be a ghost.
Man Yan placed the jade flute at his mouth, and the gang clothes appeared on his body.
The sound of the tune swelled instantly, and Lu Fan felt that the qi in his body was moving with it, and he was so domineering.
This kind of sonic martial art is the most difficult to practice, but once it can be practiced, it is also curious and unpredictable, and the power is not to be underestimated.
If Brother Han Feng is a little careless, I am afraid it will suffer.
The sound of the song was melodious, from low to high, little by little, there was still a change in the clothing of Man Yan. Visible to the naked eye, ripples spread out of the jade flute.
This is the performance of Gang's power to push the world, ripples hit Han Feng one by one.
Not long after, Han Feng's complexion rose. The gang clothes were also released.
When seeing the cultivation of Han Feng's outside gang, many students from Mingxin Academy exclaimed, especially those who were not in Zhengxin Hall. Those who watched through the border outside shouted.
"This scum actually has the strength of the outside world. Heaven can't bear it!"
"He's so sturdy, he doesn't seem to be in a wicked way. Huh, even if he really gets worse, he won't let him arrogant in Mingxinyuan."
"He almost peeped me in the mountains last time and took a shower! Sister scum, cheer up Manyan."
"Down with the scum!"
. . . . . .
Such shouts sounded everywhere in Mingxinyuan.
Lu Fan in Lianzhengxin Temple vaguely heard the sound.
Scum?
Who is this calling? Brother Han Feng?
Inevitably, Brother Han Feng still has such an "elegant number" at Mingxin Academy?
Lu Fan lightly touched Xiao Hei's head.
Man Yan's sonic martial arts did nothing to him.