"Ahem! No. 32, the tenth arena, Yao Feng."
A loud voice came. When Yang Feng heard the loud voice, he came back to his senses and stammered for a long time before saying: "Here he is."
At this time, Yao Feng's face was like a pig's head. Surprised looks were coming from all directions, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to get in.
He knew that from today on, Yang Feng's reputation would be at its peak, and that he, Yao Feng, was just a stepping stone on Yang Feng's road to fame.
"What's wrong with your face?"
The man with fat on his face and a gold ingot riding on his crotch asked with sympathy.
"It fell, it fell. The student accidentally fell it himself."
Yao Feng didn't dare to tell the truth, otherwise he would have no shame in continuing to stay at Zhuxian University.
The middle-aged man glanced at Yao Feng and didn't say anything.
"The next one is Ouyang Junjie, No. 46, the ninth arena."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar on the playground.
Ouyang Junjie, the top freshman in the alchemy department, is said to be extremely proficient in controlling fire, even compared to some senior students.
"Brother Jie! He's so handsome. I'm actually on the same stage as Brother Jie."
"Brother Jie, I want to give birth to a monkey for you."
"Brother Jie, no!"
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Looking at the crazy students in front of him, Ouyang Junjie raised his forehead and sighed in his heart: Hey! I can't help it, I don't want to be so handsome.
When Ouyang Junjie passed in front of Yang cover. There was surprise in his eyes, why did these people look so familiar, and they didn't seem to be impressed by his own charm.
Yang Feng was carrying a broken sword, and he didn't know if his name would be on it. He originally wanted to hide his identity because he didn't know if Zhuxian University would take action when they learned that he was not dead.
But Pan Xuan directly reported his name for him. Originally, he wanted to continue to write Xie's glory. In addition, he was a little impulsive just now and actually deliberately exposed his identity.
I am really confused by love.
Ouyang Junjie looked at Yang Feng's appearance that was not inferior to his, and the ferocious broken sword behind him, and he suddenly remembered Yang Feng's name.
"Brother Yang, my younger brother Ouyang Junjie, I have often heard Brother Wang talk about your deeds. Today, when I saw you, you were really majestic and impressive."
Yang Feng heard the other party mention Brother Wang, and then he remembered the Brother Wang mentioned by Ouyang Junjie.
He didn't have many days in school, and he didn't know many people. He only knew one person from the alchemy department, Alchemy King Wang Feng.
This Wang Feng is a senior student, and his alchemy skills are top-notch. He also stood up for Yang Feng. Yang Feng should repay Yang Feng's kindness with a spring.
Therefore, I still secretly wrote down Wang Feng's name in my heart. I never thought that Ouyang Junjie was actually Wang Feng's younger brother.
"Your Excellency is joking. I wonder if the Brother Wang you are talking about is Wang Feng, the Alchemy King of the Alchemy Department?"
Yang Feng asked slightly confused.
"That's right, it's Wang Feng, the Alchemy King of the Alchemy Department. Why did Yao Feng slap him for no reason? He must have hit Brother Yang without opening his eyes.
He, Yao Feng, deserved it. Normally, he relied on his talent and qualifications and never cared about his peers. Today, he felt it was his own fault. "
Ouyang Junjie had a sincere expression on his face. He was Wang Feng's younger brother. Even though he was prosperous now, he had to rely on Wang Feng for everything.
Without Wang Feng, he still couldn't decide. In which corner is it?
The relationship between Yang Feng and Wang Feng is unusual. He had heard Wang Feng mention Yang Feng more than once when he was around Wang Feng. Naturally, he did not dare to touch his face in front of Yang Feng.
"Hey! It doesn't matter if you don't mention it. As long as Yao Feng doesn't provoke me, this matter will be revealed."
Yang Feng did not hold back.
See Lian Ouyang Junjie in front of Yang cover. They all behaved so respectfully and speculated on Yang Feng's identity.
Of course, at this time, the most convincing thing is the Broken Sword Spirit behind Yang Feng.
"No. 2400, the twelfth arena, Gu Qianqian."
When Gu Qianqian heard her name being read, she quickly stepped onto the stage and took her number plate.
"No. 2402, the thirteenth arena, Sword One."
Finally, I started to read the names of Yang Feng and his party, followed by the number plates of Deng Hongteng and Lu Tong respectively.
The last number rang.
"No. 2500, the sixteenth arena, Yang Feng!"
Even when he read Yang Feng's name, the fat man's face trembled in his voice, "Yang Feng!" It's taboo in Zhuxian University now.
When Yang Feng heard his name being read, he took two steps at a time and walked onto the stage.
When he saw Yang Feng himself walking up to the stage to receive his number plate, the middle-aged man couldn't help but rub his eyes.
The identity of the visitor was confirmed again. He was wearing a plain white robe, a broken sword, thin facial features, and fair skin. It was undoubtedly Yang Feng.
However, didn't it say above that Yang Feng's fallen demon was exterminated by the school's senior officials for justice?
But the Yang Feng in front of him didn't look seriously injured at all, and he looked like he was fine.
"Ahem, mentor, my number plate."
"oh!"
The middle-aged man subconsciously let go of his hand, and the number plate fell into Yang Feng's hand. He immediately realized that something was wrong.
He hurriedly grabbed Yang Feng's sleeve and said: "You stay, the others disperse, and take your own number plate. Your opponent's name will appear on it tomorrow. You just need to prepare for tomorrow's arena match."
Gu Qianqian in the distance glanced at Yang Feng worriedly, and Jian Yi and others agreed to stay until the end.
"What are you doing here? Do you want to be punished?"
The obese middle-aged man said fiercely.
"Qianqian take them back first, don't worry about me."
Yang Feng knew Gu Qianqian's nature and hurriedly persuaded him. Gu Qianqian took a deep look at Yang Feng before leaving with Jianyi and others.
Seeing the tutor holding on to Yang Feng, Ouyang Junjie was worried, but he could only leave in anger.
"Teacher, can you tell me something now?"
"Tai Shang Laojun is as urgent as the law. Demons and ghosts appear, appear!"
The middle-aged man circled around Yang Feng, mumbling something.
"Ahem! Teacher, what are you doing?"
A black line appeared on Yang Feng's forehead. It seemed that the tutor at Zhuxian University was not a famous teacher. He might have found the magic stick from somewhere.
Look at the turtle shell on your hand. There is also a signboard on the back.
"It doesn't make sense! Didn't you become a demon and someone from above wiped your neck? Why..."
"Are you listening to who is talking nonsense? Or are you saying that the people above just want to kill me? It seems that Zhuxian University is no different from the demonic cultivators. It just does some shameful things."
Yang Feng read some meaning from the words of this magic teacher. It seems that Zhuxian University is really corrupt. In order to build up their image, they actually made up such ridiculous jokes.
The talk of falling into a demon, and the righteousness of killing one's relatives are all completely imaginary.
"Boy, please be smarter in what you say. What do you mean by doing something shameful? Why do you pretend to be a ghost since you are living a good life?
Even I was almost shocked by you. What crime do you think you deserve? "
After returning to Zhuxian University, Yang Feng used the concealment method taught to him by Canxian to hide his cultivation level, only revealing his cultivation level in the middle stage of the Bigu period.
The middle-aged man in front of him could tell at a glance that Yang Feng's cultivation level was in the middle stage of the Bigu Stage. He was indeed considered to be among the best among freshmen, but there was still a big gap between him and a monster.
However, he had heard about Yang Feng's deeds. Among the six affiliated families of Zhuxian University, Yang Feng offended two, one was the Fu family and the other was the Yong family.
"Tch! Golden elixir stage monks are still afraid of ghosts. Do you believe me if I tell you about this?"
Yang Feng grabbed the handle of this magic stick instructor and naturally wanted to gain some benefits. The middle-aged man frowned slightly. He originally wanted to scare Yang Feng, but he never wanted to be defeated.
"Get out of here! I'm annoyed when I see you."
In desperation, the middle-aged man could only let Yang Feng leave.
Yang Feng was worried on the way back to the student apartment. It seemed that the top management of Zhuxian University still didn't want to see him. This freshman competition was like child's play to him. Even if he was in the same school, no one would be his opponent.
What's more, now he has reached the second level of Marrow Cleansing Realm with his Juexing Golden Pill Will.
Originally he was only at the first level of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, but after embarking on the road to the upper realm and leaving the End of Darkness, his physical transformation advanced again.
Now that his physical strength is truly comparable to that of a holy weapon, there are only a handful of Daxia Star's magic weapons that can hurt him, not to mention that this is a small freshman competition, which is just playing house.
"Remnant Immortal!"
Yang Feng used his spiritual consciousness to communicate with the residual immortal in the humanoid pendant. If he was really targeted by the senior officials of Zhuxian University, he would never sit back and wait for death.
The Canxian is his current life-saving straw. Unfortunately, there is no response for a long time, and the Canxian seems to have disappeared from the humanoid pendant.
"Hey! This damn old guy always likes to slip up at critical moments."
Yang Feng did not return to the teacher's apartment. Telling Pan Xuan about this matter, he wanted to solve it on his own and did not want to trouble Pan Xuan with everything. As Pan Xuan said, it was just a transaction between them.
Inside the student apartment. Yang Feng entered the training room, and after making sure that there were no strong people peeping around, he took out the broken halberd that he had snatched from the hands of one of the Nine Streets massacrers, Zuo Jiuyou, and studied it carefully.
"Fusang wood, is the demon clan's most treasured fusang wood?!"
The shocked voice of the ancient demon rang out in Yang Feng's consciousness.
Fuso wood?
Yang muttered something, and in an instant he remembered the profound and obscure formula in the god-level sword-making technique.
"Inheriting the great road of heaven and earth, forging a sword without an edge,
Although the broken sword is crippled, it can still be recast.
Fighting against heaven and earth without fear, the body is destroyed and the sword spirit is silent
"A broken sword can be reforged, and the spirit of a sword can still be revived.
Carrying the green underworld and the hibiscus, I built a furnace to refine the true fire,
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The broken sword is reforged to show its sharpness, and the spirit reaches the sky and is proud of the world.
One of the sentences, "Take Qingming and Fusang, build a furnace to refine the true fire." Could it be that the Fusang in it refers to the Fusang tree, the demon clan's most precious treasure?
Yang Feng was overjoyed. This was the rare material needed to upgrade the Broken Sword Lingsha's quality to an artifact.
"Boy, are you a son of heaven? Even a rare treasure like fuso wood falls into your hands?"
At this time, Yang Feng knew the ancient evil demon in the sea, his eyes were full of greed, but it disappeared without a trace in just an instant.
Because just at that moment, he felt the aura of the demon clan.
"Boy, you are so on guard against thieves! Who else lives in this sea of consciousness besides this demon?"
Yang Feng seemed not to have heard the ancient demon's words, and was focused on the god-level sword-making technique.
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