The martialist in black suddenly realized that Feng Chi was a member of the Feng Family. His expression changed.
He knew very well how powerful the Feng Family was in the Myriad Domain.
It was no exaggeration to say that even the dean of the Sacred Spirit Academy had to show some respect when he met the head of the Feng Family.
The Tian Family was very powerful, but it was only limited to the Sacred Spirit Region. Compared to the Feng Family, it was miles apart.
"Teacher, you've been looking at me for so long. Is it nice?" At that moment, Feng Chi suddenly turned around and stared straight at the martialist in black. He asked Feng Chi coldly.
Feng Chi's action caused everyone to be taken aback, their faces filled with astonishment.
Originally, Feng Chi was fighting with Tian Zhuowen. Why did he suddenly go and provoke the teacher of the Sacred Spirit Academy?
First, he provoked Tian Zhuowen. Then, he provoked the teacher of the Sacred Spirit Academy. Was Feng Chi crazy?
But in the next moment, a puzzling scene happened.
"I …" The man in black was shocked. Not only was he not angry, but he was also very flustered. He did not know what to do.
Even if he used his toes to think, he should have figured out that Feng Chi's spear attack was for him to see. Feng Chi wanted him to reveal his identity.
"Brat, die!" Right at this moment, Tian Zhuowen suddenly shouted. He actually attacked again.
"Stop!" However, before the black-clothed cultivator finished speaking, the black-clothed cultivator reacted. He shouted and his figure moved. His aura burst forth like a raging wave, suppressing the surrounding space to the point that it trembled.
Boom! In an instant, Tian Zhuowen felt a majestic pressure descend. His body suddenly swayed, and he lost control of himself. He fell heavily to the ground.
"What are you doing?" After Tian Zhuowen landed, he immediately stood up and roared.
Although he was not injured, he was in a very sorry state. He was like a hedgehog that had been provoked. He wanted to stab anyone he saw.
Tian Zhuowen never dreamed that this black-clothed martial artist would actually dare to attack him.
"Young Master Tian, this is the Sacred Spirit Academy, not a place to fight," the black-clothed martial artist said Cold. Obviously, he could not tell Tian Zhuowen about Feng Chi's identity.
"Hmm?" Tian Zhuowen's face darkened. He suddenly felt as if there was a lump of donkey hair stuck in his chest. He couldn't swallow it, but he couldn't spit it out.
How could he not tell that this black-clothed cultivator was clearly siding with Feng Chi?
When the crowd saw the black-clothed cultivator's actions, they were all stunned and could not react for a long time.
What happened? Why did the black-clothed martial artist suddenly attack and almost injure Tian Zhuowen?
In fact, the black-clothed martial artist had already shown mercy. Of course, he did not dare to really hurt Tian Zhuowen.
"Well, this matter is over. Let's continue the test," the black-clothed martial artist ignored Tian Zhuowen and looked at Feng Chi. He said with a forced smile.
"Okay." Feng Chi smiled faintly and took a step forward, wanting to start the test.
"Okay my ass!" However, at this moment, Tian Zhuowen roared again and shouted, "If I don't kill you today, my name is not Tian Zhuowen!"
The next moment, his figure moved. His hand clenched into a claw and directly grabbed at Feng Chi's back.
Crack! Crack! In an instant, three cold lights appeared in the void. They were extremely sharp and directly attacked Feng Chi.
Upon seeing this, Nie Tian's pupils shrank as he exclaimed, "Watch out, Feng Chi!"
"Presumptuous!" But at this moment, the black-clothed martial artist roared and directly hit with his big hand. A violent Qi appeared and directly smashed the three cold lights in the air. At the same time, it condensed into a hurricane and enveloped Tian Zhuowen.
"Ah!" Before Tian Zhuowen had time to react, he screamed and was thrown into the air by the hurricane. Then, he fell heavily and looked extremely embarrassed.
After landing, Tian Zhuowen immediately stood up and looked at the black-clothed martial artist with a pair of cold and resentful eyes. He shouted wildly, "Why are you helping them?"
"Young Master Tian, you've caused enough trouble. Stop it now! Don't make things difficult for me! "The black-clothed martial artist was a little angry at this time and scolded coldly.
"Huh?" Tian Zhuowen's face darkened. He never thought that the black-clothed martial artist would dare to scold him in front of so many people.
At this time, everyone was stunned and looked at the scene in front of them incredulously.
No one knew what happened. Why did the black-clothed martial artist's attitude take a 180-degree turn in an instant?
"Young Master Tian, today's matter ends here. You leave first." The black-clothed martial artist was a little impatient and said Cold. He didn't even want to look at Tian Zhuowen.
Tian Zhuowen stood in the same place with a pair of eyes bursting with flames of rage.
The black-clothed martial artist didn't care about him. He turned around and prepared to return to the test platform.
"Bastard, who do you think you are? How dare you scold this young master!" However, at this time, Tian Zhuowen roared. His whole person was like a wild beast. His figure moved directly and rushed towards the black-clothed martial artist.
"Huh?" The black-clothed martial artist felt a strong wind coming from behind. He frowned and directly turned his body and struck out with a palm.
"Bang!" In the next moment, there was a muffled sound in the air. Tian Zhuowen's figure was directly sent flying. After landing heavily on the ground, a bloody trail that was tens of meters long was drawn on the ground.
The black-clothed martial artist was really annoyed by Tian Zhuowen. In a rage, he lost control of his strength and directly injured Tian Zhuowen.
"This …" The sudden scene caused everyone's eyes to tremble, and they sucked in a breath of cold air.
Tian Zhuowen was actually injured!
In the Sacred Spirit Academy, Tian Zhuowen was injured. This matter was serious.
"Young Master!" At this time, Tian Meng, who had been stunned for a long time, came to his senses. He howled and rushed towards Tian Zhuowen.
Tian Zhuowen's body stood up at this time. He slapped Tian Meng who was rushing over and roared, "Get out of my way! I'm fine!"
Tian Meng was still in mid-air when he felt half of his face heat up, followed by a burning pain.
When the black-clothed martial artist saw that Tian Zhuowen had stood up and his aura did not diminish, his tense expression instantly eased.
He was really scared just now. If he really beat up Tian Zhuowen, he would be dead meat.
Tian Zhuowen's grandfather was the Deputy Dean of the Sacred Spirit Academy. He was famous for being protective of his students.
Fortunately, Tian Zhuowen was only injured. It was not a big deal.
Tian Zhuowen stood in the same place, panting heavily like a beast trapped in a cage. Although he was very violent, he had nowhere to vent his anger!
"Young Master Tian, I hit you too hard just now. I hope I didn't hurt you." The black-clothed martial artist said awkwardly when he saw Tian Zhuowen's appearance.
"I'll remember you. Let's wait and see!" Tian Zhuowen said Coldly. His eyes were extremely vicious. Then, he turned his eyes to Nie Tian and Feng Chi and said coldly, "And the two of you, I, Tian Zhuowen, will kill you!"
After that, Tian Zhuowen suddenly turned around and was about to leave.
"Oh, you still want to kill us? I'm so scared." But at this time, Feng Chi's voice sounded. It was very sharp and full of sarcasm and provocation. He said, "Young Master Tian, have you forgotten? You just said that if you don't kill me today, you're not Tian Zhuowen. "
"I'm standing here now. Young Master Tian, are you going to change your name?"
"What should I change my name to? Why don't you call me Mad Dog Tian? It's domineering enough and suits your temperament. What do you think? "
The sarcastic voice, word by word, was like a steel needle, piercing Tian Zhuowen's heart.
The onlookers were dumbfounded. They could not believe the scene in front of them.
If the target of Feng Chi's sarcasm was not Tian Zhuowen, the crowd would definitely laugh.
But even so, there were a few people in the crowd who could not help but laugh.
Tian Zhuowen stood in the same place. His eyes were bloodshot. Every inch of his flesh and every bone in his body was trembling!
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