Chapter 980: 'Iron Fist' Ji Wuyue

boom!

Stepping on the hard black scale wood to create a few cracks, the small-eyed warrior stabilized his figure, and the clothes on his arms were all torn. net.╃.

Looking at Ji Wuyue, the small-eyed martial artist flashed a cold light in his eyes, and said with a sneer:

"Iron Fist Ji Wuyue really deserves her reputation. Junior Sister Ji, today I will learn your boxing skills!"

After finishing speaking, the small-eyed warrior sprinted forward, pulling out an afterimage from his figure, and rushed towards Ji Wuyue.

"Senior Brother Han..."

Another Heavenly Sword Palace disciple hurriedly stood up, trying to prevent the two from fighting, but Yue Cheng stretched out his hand to stop them.

When Ji Wuyue heard that Luo Feng was insulted, she would be so angry, which made Yue Cheng very unhappy, and decided to let Ji Wuyue suffer a little.

As for that Luo Feng, he will teach him a lesson when he has a chance in the future.

"Cracking Golden Palm!"

The figure approached three steps in front of Ji Wuyue, and the small-eyed warrior's right hand burst out with dazzling golden light, and he slapped it down with his palm, and the golden light transformed into a huge palm print, covering Ji Wuyue's body.

"excuse me!"

Ji Wuyue raised her eyebrows and took a step forward. The surrounding space seemed to vibrate, and a domineering aura came out of her body. The whole person seemed to be a tiger out of a cage. The momentum was astonishing, and the seemingly weak fist hit the air. Layers of ripples. ≤?∧≦≥∈.╊╳.╈c╈om

Boom!

When the fists and palms intersected, there was a loud noise, and the whole restaurant was shaken. Several nearby screens were overturned, and the diners scattered in shock.

next moment!

The small-eyed martial artist retreated straight back, unable to stop his strength, and only stopped when his palm was printed on the wall, a trace of bright red blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and Ji Wuyue only took half a step back.

Looking at Ji Wuyue, the small-eyed warrior's face turned ashen. As a mid-level warrior of the fourth level of the Spiritual Spin Realm, his cultivation base was one level higher than Ji Wuyue's, and he was still at a disadvantage. With a light tap on the scabbard at his waist, a precious sword came out of its sheath.

"Come again!"

As soon as he spoke, the small-eyed warrior grabbed the hilt of his sword and rushed out with a stride.

The cold light of the sword's edge pulled out a piece of icy sword light in the air, stabbing Ji Wuyue in the air.

Ji Wuyue didn't expect that the other party would draw his sword suddenly, her face changed slightly, and she covered her vitals with both hands. ≧≡≠≮≡Net≧≤v≈.╋

"late!"

The small-eyed warrior sneered, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the straight sword light suddenly twisted, winding like a snake, avoiding Ji Wuyue's double fists, and stabbing towards his left shoulder.

Seeing that Ji Wuyue was about to be hit by the sword, at this moment, a hand suddenly protruded from behind, with two fingers, it accurately grasped the sharp and sharp point of the sword, and there was a clanging sound, the point of the sword could not move.

With lingering fear in her heart, Ji Wuyue took a few steps back, only to realize that a young man wearing a black mask stood in front of her, with a look of surprise in her beautiful eyes, and said:

"Thank you for your help."

Luo Feng didn't look back, looked at the small-eyed warrior, and said calmly: "Since they are all disciples of the same school, why should they be so vicious."

this voice...

Ji Wuyue's eyes moved slightly, her beautiful eyes stared at Luo Feng's back, as if she wanted to see through him.

The small-eyed warrior was full of anger at the moment, looked at Luo Feng, and sneered:

"What are you, get out!"

Since the other party is not a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Palace, the small-eyed warrior has no scruples, his whole body is boiling, with a flick of his wrist, golden sword energy burst out from the sword, intending to cut off Luo Feng's two fingers. ≡≤≈≮≡?≮.╳┯.

Ji Wuyue's expression changed, "Be careful!"

Luo Feng sneered, let go of the tip of the sword, and flicked his index finger.

Clang!

The sword energy shattered, and the small-eyed martial artist let go of the sword and flew out. His body seemed to be hit by a fierce horse.

"What a strong strength!"

Ji Wuyue was shocked when she saw the mysterious young man seriously injuring her opponent who had put her in a hard fight with just one flick.

Because of the arrival of Yue Cheng and others, the restaurant was already very lively. The movement at this moment immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Look, someone has clashed with those Heavenly Sword Palace disciples."

"That Heavenly Sword Palace disciple was too aggressive, and even drew his sword against his fellow disciples."

"This masked boy is so powerful that he knocked a Heavenly Sword Hall disciple into the air with just one finger."

"I'm afraid he's in a bad situation. ≮≤网v.╬╊.╃c┭o┯m That blue-clothed boy is the Heavenly Sword Palace disciple Yun Zhongjian Yue Cheng. If Yue Cheng makes a move, this masked boy may be hard to resist .”

"Yue Cheng, Sword in the Cloud! If I remember correctly, he was ranked 23rd in the last New Dragon Ranking Conference!"

"Yes, it is him."

Someone recognized Yue Cheng's identity, and there were exclamations all over the place, and many people looked at Luo Feng sympathetically.

The waiter in the restaurant stood in the corner with an anxious expression on his face, Luo Feng rewarded him with a lot of money just now, he didn't want to see Luo Feng suffer misfortune. It's just that the other party is a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Palace, a fairy-like existence, and he is helpless.

At this moment, Yue Cheng helped up the seriously injured Heavenly Sword Palace disciple, checked the injury, found that the other party was seriously injured, and probably would not be able to recover without a few months of recuperation, so he turned his head suddenly to look at Luo Feng, and said in a deep voice road:

"Who are you, dare to hurt someone in front of me!"

Luo Feng looked calm, and said lightly:

"You don't need to know who I am. I just met my old friend and wanted to catch up on the old days. He hurt people first, but his skills were not as good as others. It's no wonder who was injured by me."

Hearing this, Ji Wuyue's eyes trembled slightly, she looked at Luo Feng in surprise, "Are you..."

Luo Feng turned his head and said with a smile: "Long time no see, Professor."

Ji Wuyue stared blankly at Luo Feng, she was already guessing whether the person in front of her was Luo Feng.

It's just that in her memory, Luo Feng was not so tall, and the temperament of the two was completely different, and she was not sure for a while, but now hearing Luo Feng admitting it himself, thinking of all the things in Ziyang Academy, she couldn't help but feel a shocking feeling in her heart.

Seeing Luo Feng and Ji Wuyue chatting and laughing, Yue Cheng's face became more gloomy. He put down the injured Heavenly Sword Hall disciple, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly:

"What a skill that is not as good as a person's. In that case, I beat you to death today, so it's no one's fault!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more tense, Ji Wuyue was worried that Luo Feng would suffer, so she stepped forward and said:

"Senior Brother Yue Cheng, everyone saw clearly just now that it was Senior Brother Han who shot first..."

"so what!"

Yue Cheng's eyes turned cold, he interrupted Ji Wuyue's words, and said coldly: "He hurt people in front of me, as a senior brother, if I can't get justice for Junior Brother Han, how can I gain a foothold in the world in the future."

"As long as you have the ability, feel free to come." Luo Feng looked indifferent. Just now, he saw the scene of Yue Cheng persecuting Ji Wuyue clearly, even if the other party didn't pursue him, he would not let him off lightly!

After finishing speaking, Luo Feng stretched out his arms to hug Ji Wuyue, performed the Sky Cloud Step, and his figure jumped out of the window.

Ji Wuyue froze for a moment, but only hesitated for a moment, thinking of Yue Cheng's strength, she put her arms around Luo Feng's waist.

Yue Cheng saw this scene from a distance, his face froze slightly, his eyes showed a murderous look, "Where can I escape!"

Before he finished speaking, Yue Cheng put his fingers together and volleyed a little.

Chi!

Bi-color vitality burst out from the fingertips, forming a chilling sword qi, which cut Luo Feng and Ji Wuyue's figures into two in just a flash, and disappeared with the wind, only to be an afterimage.

"hateful!"

Yue Cheng gritted his teeth, and told another stunned Heavenly Sword Hall disciple:

"You look after Junior Brother Han!"

After finishing speaking, Yue Cheng's figure flew up and shot out from the window of the restaurant.

After leaving the restaurant, Luo Feng came to the spacious street and let go of Ji Wuyue.

"Luo Feng, what's wrong?" Ji Wuyue asked.

Luo Feng looked back, with a smile on his face: "I still have something to do."

"You want to fight Yue!"

Ji Wuyue frowned.

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