Fantasy: The Strongest Martial Soul System

Chapter 040

boom!

A dull sound appeared.

Wang Tianfang's face changed, it was so heavy!

But before he had time to react, Wang Tianfang found that Qiao Ye's fist had come in front of him and hit him hard on the nose.

Severe pain came, his nose was sore, Wang Tianfang almost cried out instinctively, clutching his nose and kept backing away, but at this moment, Qiao Ye took another stride and kicked Wang Tianfang's chest fiercely, kicking Wang Tianfang again Take a few steps back.

"Sure enough, it's in the Martial Spirit Realm, and it's not the usual resistance to beating." Qiao Ye said with a smile: "However, as I said, you will regret it."

Wang Tianfang spread out his palms, the palms were bright red, and there was still a clear smell of blood in his nose, he instantly said angrily: "Boy, you are dead!"

Wang Tianfang obviously didn't expect Qiao Ye's fist to be so hard, and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, seeing blood from the punch, this embarrassment was not a little bit, which made Wang Tianfang even more angry.

But when Wang Tianfang roared...

Wang Tianfang felt that there was a blur in front of his eyes. The distance between the two was five or six meters, but Qiao Ye seemed to come to him in one step, which was extremely abrupt.

Qiao Ye's attack was like a storm, and he didn't give Wang Tianfang a chance to breathe at all. The moment Wang Tianfang was forced to retreat, Qiao Ye had already landed in front of him again.

boom!

Qiao Ye suddenly leaned forward, and then punched Wang Tianfang's chin fiercely.

Wang Tianfang raised his head, and his body involuntarily leaned backward. When Qiao Ye approached again, he raised his fist fiercely and threw out.

boom!

The fists of the two collided with a loud noise.

The contest of strength and strength, the extremely pure bombardment, the muscles on the arms of the two people suddenly swelled, trying to overwhelm each other, around the two people, because of the violent collision, a circle of air waves was pushed away towards the surroundings.

Click, click...

The bluestone brick slabs on the arena continued to bear the impact, and began to crack continuously, cracks appeared one after another, and countless stone chips splashed up, splashing towards the surroundings.

"what……"

Wang Tianfang watched his arm being gradually pushed back, first he was in disbelief, and then he was extremely angry.

I'm not as good as Qiao Ye?

how can that be!

I am in the Martial Spirit Realm, why is it not as good as a brat in the Pure Bone Realm? How could my physical strength lose to the other party!

"Go to hell!"

Wuyou raised his foot violently and swept across, kicking Qiao Ye in the waist. The huge force caused Qiao Ye to slide sideways.

But in the eyes of others, it was obvious that Wang Tianfang lost this battle. It was obviously a competition of strength, but Wang Tianfang used other moves first, which meant that Wang Tianfang's strength was no match for Qiao Ye.

Wuyou, who became angry from embarrassment, didn't think much the moment he released his foot, but after he realized it, the anger in his heart naturally became stronger. He didn't want to admit at all that he would not be able to fight against Qiao Ye.

With a roar, Wuyou jumped up, one jump was five or six meters, and he came directly to Qiao Ye, raised his fist and swung down.

But at this moment, Qiao Ye suddenly squatted down.

This move seemed a little inexplicable, but in the next moment, everyone let out an exclamation.

Qiao Ye stretched his hands through the cracks in the cracked bluestone bricks, and then...

Boom!

The two-meter-wide and palm-thick bluestone brick slab was unexpectedly dug up from the ring by Qiao Ye.

Ji Wuyuan even wiped off his cold sweat. This is even harder than stepping on the bluestone bricks. The arena was specially built for the Wuling Realm, and it is easy to step on it. However, if you want to dig up the bluestone bricks, it is equivalent to demolishing the arena. You know, the bottom of the bluestone brick slabs are all painted with formation patterns.

Qiao Ye is not a fourth-class student, and he doesn't know the tricks of the ring. Anyway, ordinary fourth-class students dare not do this at all, because it is impossible. What is even more surprising is that Qiao Ye really dug down the bluestone brick slab , and hold it overhead.

"How perverted is this kid's physical body?"

Many people have the same idea in their heads.

The next moment, Qiao Ye let out a low growl, and directly lifted the bluestone brick slab over the top, and when Wang Tianfang landed in front of him, he directly swept the whole bluestone brick slab over.

boom!

Wang Tianfang jumped in mid-air to attack, he had no focus at all, watching the bluestone brick slab attack, the strong wind howled in front of his eyes, he wanted to dodge, but it was inevitable, there was no way to dodge, and then there was a loud noise.

After Wang Tianfang took a solid blow, the bluestone brick slab was torn apart, Wang Tianfang's body was directly blasted out, and after falling on the ring, he rolled continuously and almost fell out of the ring.

slap, slap...

Qiao Ye clapped his hands, shook off the stone chips in his hands, and said, "Ninth in the fourth-class credit list? It's nothing more than that, it's useless!"

In fact, the credit list cannot fully represent the strength, because the credits mainly come from the trials in the Blood Sea Academy, so the number of times you participate in the trials is also an important reason that depends on the number of credits.

Of course, although it cannot fully represent strength, it is also an important basis for strength. Wang Tianfang can rank ninth among the fourth-class students, at least it can mean that he is definitely the leader among the fourth-class students, and he has the strength to hit the third-class in a short time the presence of students.

"Wang Tianfang, can you do it?"

"What the hell are you doing? You can't even beat a kid who just entered school, so don't be ashamed!"

"If you can't, get off and let me go!"

Qiao Ye's words obviously angered everyone. Wang Tianfang's ninth place is nothing more than that, so what are their lower rankings? Aren't they even more useless?

"shut up!"

Wang Tianfang roared angrily, and wiped the blood from his face. That handsome face was completely distorted by anger at this moment, and he looked at Qiao Ye viciously.

Wang Tianfang's anger had reached its peak, and after spit out a mouthful of blood, he ran towards Qiao Ye.

"Squeeze you, crush you, crush you..." Wang Tianfang punched Qiao Ye continuously and said, "I must crush you!"

Qiao Ye's face was indifferent, and he kept moving around, avoiding Wang Tianfang's fists.

Ji Wuyuan shook his head under the ring, Wang Tianfang was already half-crazy, and was dazzled by anger, this kind of heavy continuous bombardment was Qiao Ye's forte, not Wang Tianfang's. It's not a power type, this style of play is looking for a beating!

really……

boom!

Just as Ji Wuyuan was thinking, the moment Qiao Ye dodged sideways again, suddenly an uppercut hit Wang Tianfang's lower abdomen fiercely.

"Cough, cough..."

Wang Tianfang bowed his body, opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood, and the ring was stained with bright red dots.

The next moment, Qiao Ye directly kicked Wang Tianfang's chest, and sent Wang Tianfang flying, rolling against the ring.

Ji Wuyuan shook his head, feeling that Wang Tian is not good at putting this kid's head?

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