Chapter 7 The South China Grandmaster

Yang Fan was not spared either.

When the sound wave came, he was only the fourth-level martial artist, and he was the one who vomited the most blood and fell first among the many students.

Before he passed out, he didn't even know what was going on, only hearing what seemed to be a new reminder in his ear.

"You were attacked by a sound wave from the seventh-grade demon king. Your brain was severely concussed, your internal organs were broken and bleeding, your body's defense instinct was stimulated, and your desire to survive instantly soared to infinity. Cell vitality +5, body recovery ability +3, and physical defense +6."

"You were attacked by a sound wave from the seventh-grade demon king, and you have a sense of enlightenment. You have learned the earth-level sound wave martial arts - Yuan Xiao Gong, lung capacity +10, sound wave attack +15, and sound wave defense +15."

"You were attacked by the sound waves of the seventh-grade demon king, you lost too much blood, your body's hematopoietic function was strengthened, and your hematopoietic ability was +1."

"You pass out, your body enters a state of shock, your blood flow slows down, your breathing is weak, you enter a state of tortoise rest on your own accord, and you comprehend a human-level exercise—turtle breathing exercise, cell vitality +2, qi and blood strength +30."

The Turtle Breathing Technique worked automatically, stopping Yang Fan's rapidly deteriorating injuries in time. Then, as the vitality of the cells increased and the body's recovery ability increased, Yang Fan was in a coma for only a moment and then woke up leisurely.

However, he still couldn't move his body, he could only open his eyes slightly.

Next to it, the bone-penetrating beast that was struggling and screaming with its legs between its legs was completely silent, which showed that the sonic attack just now covered a large area indiscriminately, and the creatures in the entire wilderness were all within its attack range.

Without this deadly threat, Yang Fan couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. He is now paralyzed on the ground, and his defense ability is almost zero. If the bone-penetrating beast is not dead, then the damned person must be him.

"King Qingshan, you have crossed the line!"

"Xichu City is not the place you should come, leave a hand and I can let you leave alive!"

It seemed that someone was talking in the sky, Yang Fan tried his best to open his eyes slightly wider, and then he saw a white-robed young man condensing in the void and confronting a huge phantom with a height of a thousand meters.

The white clothes beat the snow, and the youth are like jade.

Is this young man in white the Zhu Huanan called by the big demon?

"Crossing the void, the realm of masters, is there such a young master in Xichu City?"

Yang Fan's eyes converged on one point, and his eyes fell on the boy in white, "If I remember correctly, the founder of South China Martial Arts School seems to be named Zhu Huanan, isn't he the young master in front of him?"

"Is the rumors true? Martial arts masters can not only reshape bones and muscles, but also rejuvenate children, and can prolong life by three hundred years?"

Yang Fan suddenly felt a little moved, for the three hundred years of life.

The South China Martial Arts School has been established for more than 120 years. It is said that the principal Zhu Huanan personally founded it when he was nearly forty years old.

If the white-clothed boy in front of him is really the headmaster of Zhu Huanan, then he must be at least one hundred and sixty years old.

One hundred and sixty years old, in the era when Yang Fan, a severely depressive patient, lived in, very few people could live such a long life. Most people are thankful that they can live to be a hundred years old.

Longevity and immortality, who would not be moved by normal people?

"Zhu Huanan, are you scared to be this king? This king's arm is here, if you have the ability, you can cut it off!"

The phantom of the giant beast was condensed from the void, and it waved its right arm at Zhu Huanan unceremoniously, just like when he swept the Yunling I-type airship just now, the palm of his hand suddenly increased several times, overwhelmingly towards Zhu Huanan's direction. catch.

"You watched the seventh-grade demon king perform spatial martial arts, and your heart was moved, but you couldn't comprehend it because of your lack of strength."

"You watched the seventh-grade demon king perform magical martial arts, and your heart was moved, but you couldn't comprehend it because of your lack of strength."

Yang Fan was speechless for a while. It turned out that the system on his body was not omnipotent, and he had to kneel when he encountered a monster king-level powerhouse.

"as you wish!"

Zhu Huanan didn't even look at the huge palm waving towards him.

He unhurriedly took off Jasper Xiao, which was pinned to his waist, and held it in his hand. A sword tactic was raised, and it seemed to slash towards King Qinghou's arm at a slow and steady speed. His movements were elegant and relaxed.

With Yu Xiao's waving, a green light flashed out, and when it came into contact with the giant palm in the void, the shadow of the palm that covered the sky melted like snow, and instantly shrank and retreated. King Qinghou seemed to have suffered a dark loss and roared violently. The size suddenly shrank to the size of a normal human, and flew straight towards Zhu Huanan.

Monster beasts are powerful, and ninety percent of them are very good at close combat. Their teeth and claws are their best weapons. Basically, from the moment they turned into demons, they instinctively used demon power to temper their bodies, and the Qinghou King in front of them was undoubtedly this kind of demon beast.

Zhu Huanan's expression remained unchanged, and with a wave of Yu Xiao in his hand, he displayed the last form of his self-created gust of wind swordsmanship—moisturizing things silently.

Not as powerful as King Qinghou, Zhu Huanan's sword swung out, not even a trace of airflow was generated, it was flat, and there was no sharpness.

However, the King Qinghou, who met him head-on, had a big change in expression. He only fought Zhu Huanan with one move, and then he began to retreat quickly, roaring unwillingly as he retreated.

After Zhu Huanan left for a while, he stood still and looked at the Qinghou Wang who had already retreated a thousand meters away, without chasing after the victory.

"Thirty years ago, you were no match for this old man, and you will be the same thirty years later!"

"King Qinghou, accept your fate, this time only one arm will be beheaded, which is a warning. If there is another time, I will behead your head!"

As soon as Zhu Huanan's voice fell, Yang Fan noticed that the state of King Qinghou seemed to be a little wrong. His right arm, which was fine just now, had fallen off his right shoulder, and he caught it with his left hand in time to prevent his right arm from flying. The possibility of falling into the wilderness.

Yang Fan was shocked, is this the so-called master trick? He hasn't seen anything yet, and the outcome has already been decided.

"You watched the martial arts of the master-level martial artist, and your heart was moved, but you couldn't comprehend it because of your lack of strength."

Yang Fan's breathing stagnates, and this is the same thing again. Since you can't understand it, why should you remind me, do you add a block to Lao Tzu?

In such a short period of two minutes, Yang Fan had already missed three opportunities to comprehend master-level martial arts. He was so distressed that he could hardly breathe, feeling that he was about to suffer from depression.

"Hahaha, there is no need for the next time, this king's head is here, if you have the ability, you can take it now!"

King Qinghou was unexpectedly tough, and regardless of his own injury, he even used his broken arm as a weapon to fly again desperately towards Zhu Huanan. The golden blood was flying all over the sky, and it looked very impressive.

Yang Fan was a little stunned. Was this big boy beaten stupid, and he actually slammed into the knife edge himself, seeking death?

Also, what does Principal Zhu mean? If he has spare strength, why not just chop off the head of the eldest son, and he was bullied to the door by others. What kind of demeanor is he talking about?

Don't ink it, just kill it!

Yang Fan was anxious for Zhu Huanan. He was also a human race. Naturally, he stood on Zhu Huanan's side, full of hope that Zhu Huanan could kill this young prince.

It's too far away, and the angle of view is not a little off, Yang Fan can't see the expression on Zhu Huanan's face, otherwise he wouldn't be so clamoring in his heart to kill the young prince.

Zhu Huanan, who had just chopped off a right arm of King Qinghou, was smiling bitterly at the moment, and the right hand holding Xiao was shaking slightly.

Don't look at his appearance on the surface, with the appearance of a win-win situation, in fact, only he knows best in his heart. He was actually heading towards the head of the Qinghou King with the sword just now, but in the end he found that he couldn't make merit. Only then did he cut off a right arm of King Qinghou.

Compared with 30 years ago, the strength of this demon warrior has become more and more powerful. It has reached the peak of the seventh-grade demon king. It is covered in copper skin and iron bones, and its defense is amazing. He used all his strength to be able to break its right arm. defense on.

"I didn't expect that you still found out."

This time, Zhu Huanan didn't confront King Qinghou again, and before King Qinghou's attack approached, he had already retreated a thousand meters away. Afterwards, the injury in the body could no longer be suppressed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a puff.

"Hahaha, this king knows that you are already at the end of the battle, and it is impossible for your injuries to recover faster than this king!"

"It seems that this king made the right bet!"

Seeing that Zhu Huanan was vomiting blood and his aura was dropping rapidly, King Qinghou couldn't help laughing loudly.

With a big mouth, he swallowed the right arm chopped off by Zhu Huanan into his belly, and then the broken arm of the right shoulder flashed blue light, and a brand new arm grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The Mountain Demon King, the Sable King, and the Red Eagle King, what are you waiting for, do you really want to see this king and this red thief perish together?!"

King Qinghou did not rush forward to fight with Zhu Huanan any more, but turned back and roared at the mountain 10,000 meters away.

In an instant, three auras that belonged to the Demon King rose into the sky between the mountains in the north, and in the blink of an eye, there were three more figures of the Seventh-Rank Demon King, all of them with the heads of human beings and beasts, with amazing aura.

Yang Fan quickly closed his eyes and began to play dead.

Now that the four demon kings are coming together, it's so scary. I feel that the old principal of South China is going to be cold this time.