Yang Qingxuan was shocked. The tadpole-like characters moved faster and faster, making him dizzy. He tried to focus his eyes, and the tadpole-like characters slowed down. He recognized a few lines:
"The sky is clear, the earth is peaceful, the gods are spirited, the valleys are full …"
Every word was like a gem, exploding in his mind like thunder. His eyes were sore and swollen, and he finally couldn't keep up. The tadpole-like characters became chaotic again. The entire paper flickered with silver light, making it impossible to read.
"What's going on with this silver foil?"
Yang Qingxuan closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing for a while before the discomfort gradually disappeared. He thought, "This Azure Sun Martial Scripture isn't simple. Where did this Wu Qiyue come from, and why is she helping me?"
In the remnant soul's memories, there was no other information except for the number one beauty of Heaven Consort Academy, who was extremely talented and entered the inner court in just a year.
"Whatever, from the looks of it, she shouldn't want to harm me. Moreover, with my understanding of martial arts, I'll be able to sense if there's something wrong with her cultivation method. "
Yang Qingxuan put away the silver foil and walked out of the library.
Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of a few students in the loft who were staring at him with unfriendly gazes, as if they were hostile.
Yang Qingxuan was baffled. He didn't seem to know these people.
But after thinking about it, he understood. It must be Wu Qiyue's fault. The number one beauty of the academy was too eye-catching. These students must have misunderstood something.
Sure enough, after he left the library and walked on the quiet ancient path, five figures suddenly shot out from the side and blocked his path. They were the people from the library.
Yang Qingxuan raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter?"
"Hehe, he's quite calm. In fact, he's probably scared out of his wits! "A tall and thin blue-clothed man in front sneered.
"Haha, look at his dumbfounded face. He really knows how to act. Qiyue really has no taste. Could it be that she likes this kind of pretentious trash? "Another person also had a cold expression.
The blue-clothed man's sneer turned cold. He stretched out his hand and shouted, "Stop talking nonsense and hand over the thing!"
Yang Qingxuan frowned. "What is it?"
One of them said, "Quickly hand over the silver ornament of love that Qiyue gave you!"
Yang Qingxuan almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Because these people were far away, they did not see clearly what Wu Qiyue gave him. They only saw a flash of silver light and thought it was some kind of silver ornament.
For a girl to give silver jewelry to a man, the meaning was obvious.
The other person also said coldly, "A girl like Qiyue is not someone trash like you can touch. If you don't want to die, you have to know your limits."
Yang Qingxuan said, "This is a restricted area of the academy. You dare to openly rob and bully your fellow students?"
"Classmate? Haha, bullsh * t! Are you even qualified to call us classmates? "
The five of them laughed out loud. The blue-clothed youth even laughed nastily. "You want to use the academy's rules to pressure us? What a cowardly piece of trash! Unfortunately, the law of the jungle was the rule of this world. As long as you weren't beaten to death, the academy wouldn't care. If you know what's good for you, hand over the silver ornament and then kneel on the ground and crawl away. Then you can avoid physical pain. "
Yang Qingxuan's eyes flashed and the corner of his mouth raised. He said, "Thank you for telling me. As long as we don't beat you to death, there won't be any problems, right?"
One of them shouted, "What, you want to fight with us?"
Yang Qingxuan moved his wrist and said, "To deal with trash like you, I should clean it up like trash. I'm quite experienced when it comes to cleaning up trash. "
As soon as his voice fell, his figure flashed and suddenly exploded. He punched the face of the student on the left.
"Ah! So fast! "
The student was shocked and quickly retreated. He tripped and fell back. He hurriedly covered his face with his hands and shouted, "Don't hit people's faces!"
"Bang!"
Yang Qingxuan ignored him and punched the back of the student's hand. The pressure of his Qi broke all the bones in his fingers and his face instantly caved in.
The student screamed and flew up. His fingers were full of blood flowing from his face. Although his face couldn't be seen, it must be very miserable.
Yang Qingxuan coldly snorted and said, "Trash like you don't have any shame? Since you don't want it, I'll take your faces for your parents! "
The other four people saw their companion fall on the grass with his hands covering his face and desperately struggling. Their hearts trembled.
Although their cultivation was not weaker than Yang Qingxuan, they were still students of the academy. Yang Qingxuan, on the other hand, was a Martial Arts Grandmaster in Huaxia. His cultivation base was built on countless life-and-death struggles. Their understanding of martial arts, calmness, and momentum when facing the enemy were completely different.
The man in blue roared, "Let's go together and cripple him!"
Without waiting for him to finish, Yang Qingxuan had already jumped up and used the Dragon-Subduing Palm to attack the other person.
His speed was extremely fast. The person had just reacted and pushed his palms forward to take the palm head-on.
Boom! Layers of Qi waves washed over him. The person only had time to spit out a mouthful of blood before he was sent flying.
Yang Qingxuan defeated two people in an instant. The other three were shocked. They knew that they had kicked an iron plate. They all used their strongest moves and attacked.
One of them had a palm as hard as a rock. It was steady and powerful. When he pushed his palm, the air whistled. It was on par with Zuo Feng's.
The other person bent his waist and bent his body. His entire body was like a spring, suddenly exploding, turning into a line and shooting out.
Under the joint attack of the two, their power suddenly became obvious. Circles of Qi waves swayed in the air and overlapped with each other to strengthen the waves.
"Come on!"
Yang Qingxuan shouted in a deep voice. He pinched the fingers of his left hand and used the "Formless Finger of Disaster" to point at the palm. His right hand grasped the air. A faint green color immediately appeared between his bony fingers. It was like the netherworld. He grabbed out. "Netherworld Ghost Claw!"
Boom!
The Formless Finger of Disaster hit the palm. With a "chi" sound, it pierced through the palm. The energy directly pierced through the palm of the other party.
"Ah!"
The student hurriedly retracted his hand in pain. Large beads of cold sweat dripped down.
On the other side, the Netherworld Ghost Claw broke through the Qi waves. Its five fingers grabbed the top of the student's head. Blood seeped out from the top of his head.
The student trembled. His face was full of fear. He opened his mouth and cried for help, "Spare me, spare me!"
"Boom!"
Yang Qingxuan lifted him up like a chicken and punched his face. Instantly, it swelled to the size of two heads. "Shameless thing, I'll make your face disappear!"
Just as he was about to punch again, Yang Qingxuan's heart skipped a beat. An extremely dangerous aura came over. The remaining blue-clothed man suddenly stood up and shouted, "Go to hell!"
Yang Qingxuan looked up and saw the shadow of a ferocious beast appear behind the blue-robed man. It seemed to be condensed by light. Its ferocious gaze was almost the same as the blue-robed man's. It stared fiercely at Yang Qingxuan. It wanted nothing more than to devour him!
"Martial Spirit!"
Yang Qingxuan was shocked. This was the second time he saw a "Martial Spirit". The first time was Su Ying's pocket-sized bow. He didn't dare to be careless. He threw the student in his hand over.
The blue-robed man leaped up, and all his anger erupted. Just as he was thinking about how to cripple Yang Qingxuan, he saw his companion flying over. He snorted coldly, and without the slightest bit of camaraderie, he raised his foot and stomped over!
"Boom!"
His comrade was used as a stepping board. He was stomped to the ground. Dust flew up and the stone tiles cracked. The student was lying on the ground like a dead pig. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive. Blood flowed out from the cracks in the stone tiles below him.
The man in blue borrowed the force of stepping on his companion and leaped even higher. Like an eagle soaring in the sky, he swooped down and punched at Yang Qingxuan, yelling, "Die, trash!"
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