Chapter 242： Insulting, Perpetual Insult (No. 6 (2/2)

The four courtyards were in an uproar. The sword was used first, followed by the sword. The meaning was obvious. The sword was much stronger than the sword.

Jiang Chen was just playing with Zhuang Fan just now, but there was already a close match, which shows that the two are not at the same level at all!

”Pretend to be a ghost!”

Zhuang Fan did not believe such a ridiculous thing, and thought that Jiang Chen was foolish.

”Maybe, his sword isn't powerful yet, but he struggled for another quarter of an hour.”

Thinking of this, Zhuang Fan put his heart down.

”I won't let you do that, I won't give you one minute this time.”

Speaking, Zhuang Fan did his best.

Suddenly the divine yuan in the body suddenly skyrocketed, and the whole person sent out a strong airflow, and the sound was amazing.

”Compared with the trial and error, Zhuang Fan worked hard to this extent.” The general teaching history Wen Wen slightly dissatisfied.

In fact, there are unwritten rules in the sanctuary. The test and the duel must be separated, leaving a certain amount of room.

However, Zhuang Fan did this just to defeat Jiang Chen as soon as possible, not to say that he must do so to win.

”Changhong swordsmanship: one sword and three styles!”

Jiang Chen remained indifferent, smiled scornfully, pulled his sword out of the sheath, and greeted him.

Exclaimed in the fourth courtyard.

Compared with the sword just now, Jiang Chen who is out of the sword is totally two people. Not only has his temperament changed greatly, Ling's sword has swept through every corner of the hero's platform.

This change was quickly reflected in Zhuang Fan.

The three swords fell, Zhuang Fanquan turned into nothing, the sleeves of his hands were broken, and the Chixiao sword frame was on his neck, and the cold sword edge made the skin faintly hurt.

”One sword and three styles. The third style is non-stop. Your life is gone. Now I ask you, who is garbage?” Jiang Chen said.

”You!” Zhuang Fan was furious.

Jiang Chen's hand shook, leaving a bloodstain on his neck, saying, ”I'm very brave, don't scare me.”

Suddenly, Zhuang Fan's cold sweat flowed down his cheeks, his lips clenched and he didn't speak.

One sword lost, or in front of the courtyard, he can only do so.

”Don't you ask me that garbage like this doesn't deserve to be in your eleventh class? Now your squad leader is so incompetent, but thank you for not joining!”

”I'm asking you in front of the Fourth House, who is the garbage!”

”You have the ability to kill me! Zhuang Fan shouted.

”Do you think I dare?”

One sentence, seven words.

After falling, Jiang Chen seemed to be transformed into a fierce beast, and Zhuang Fan's eyes turned into a scarlet red, which was so thick that he could feel his murderous power and instantly broke his inner defense.

This is the killing gas that Jiang Chen helped Bai Ling to unlock the wisdom.

The might of prehistoric beasts is enough to deter a small figure in a wandering realm.

”I ask you ~ ~ who is the waste!” Jiang Chen yelled.

”I'm waste!”

Zhuang Fan shouted in fear and bowed to the ground.

”Ha ha.”

Jiang Chen's fierce and evil look disappeared all at once, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Closed the sword into the sheath, no longer looked at Zhuang Fan kneeling on the ground, turned and walked off the hero platform.

Within a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked up into the air.

Such a perspective makes the people in the four courtyards have a feeling of being gazed.

”The insult is always insulting.”

I don't know if he said this to Zhuang Fan or the disciples who are proud and look down on others.

Everyone has a feeling that is beyond words.