Chapter 47 (1/2)

Chapter 47: The Lines of A Knight

While Qingqing and Jian Pu were chatting, Ye Feihong confronted thissince the Arroas almost invisible He could feel it but could barely see it At one point of tiht space, blocking every incole swing, Ye Feihong’s was evidently

At thisthe third move!

“I aiant brush that had a dia!

That brush was travelling at a very slow speed However, Ye Feihong as located in the e He had no other choice but to reluctantly face it The longsword in his hand once again elongated to thirty feet long He slashed doards at the direction of the huous brush

“Kaboo retreated for thirty steps, leaving two streaed to stand steadily His face turned extremely pale and spat a mouthful of blood out

At this han raised his head and recited the last line of the poem “The sky determines victory and failure”

After three han obviously showed hi would not have been able to re

Ye Feihong grasped his fists with hatred as the blood in his heart for the three moves, the flow of True Qi in his body beca for six months to recover

However clearly Fang Xinghan did notHis true aim was to…

“Xiaobao ah,” Fang Xinghan looked at Hong Xiaobao and said kindly, “Hoere my moves? Were they impressive? If you enter my Saint Academy, I will pass on what I learnt in my entire life to you! How is it?”

So hecould not hold back anymore and spat out another mouth of blood

Just as everybody thought Hong Xiaobao would certainly agree, Hong Xiaobao threw a sentence which killed Ye Feihong in a split second, “NO! Your poems are weak as fuck I can read out a better one anytihan and Zuo shi+xian almost vomited blood…

After listening to what Hong Xiaobao said, everyone including Ye Feihong looked like this: O_O”

The Head Teacher of Saint Acade and Jian Pu were astonished This Hong Xiaobao was so rebellious! Even Fang Xinghan wasn’t able to enter his sights!

Looking at everybody’s facial expression, Hong Xiaobao knew that nobody would believe what he said He wanted to show everybody what he could achieve At that ti me a brush and paper!”

In a short while, the guards had prepared what he needed Hong Xiaobao picked up the writing brush and dipped it into blank ink The brush danced on the paper Very quickly, Hong Xiaobao wrote one third of the poem It was Li Bai’s ‘Ode to Gallantry!’