Yang Fan was not spared either.

As the sound wave comes, he is only a level 4 martial artist with only a mere level 4 strength, and is the one who vomits the most blood and falls first among the many students.

Before he fainted, he didn't even know what was going on, and only heard new prompts in his ears.

"You are attacked by the seventh-grade demon king, your brain is severely convulsed, your internal organs are broken and bleeding, your body's defense instinct is stimulated, and your desire to survive is instantly soaring to infinite size, cell vitality +5, body recovery ability +3, and physical defense +6."

"You are attacked by the seventh-grade demon king and have some insights. You have learned the earth-level sound wave martial arts ape roaring skills, with lung capacity +10, sound wave attack +15, sound wave defense +15."

"You are attacked by the seventh-grade demon king and have lost too much blood. Your body's hematopoietic function has been strengthened, and your hematopoietic ability is +1."

"You fainted, your body entered a state of shock, your blood flow slowed down, your breathing was weak, and you entered the state of turtle breath independently. You comprehend the human-level exercises, Turtle Breath, cell vitality +2, and qi and blood strength +30."

The turtle breathing technique automatically operated, promptly stopping Yang Fan's injury that was deteriorating rapidly in his body. Then as the cell vitality strengthened and the body's recovery ability increased, Yang Fan was unconscious for only a moment and then woke up slowly.

However, the body still couldn't move, so I could only open a little bit of my eyes.

Next to it, the bone-thrusting beast who was still struggling and screaming with his legs, had completely disappeared. It can be seen that the sound wave attack just now was covered in a large area without any difference, and all creatures in the wilderness were within its attack range.

Without this fatal threat, Yang Fan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He is now sluggish on the ground with almost zero defense ability. If the bone-permeable beast is not dead, then he must be the one who deserves to be damned.

"King Qingshan, you have crossed the line!"

"Xichu City is not where you should come. Leave a hand and I can let you go alive!"

There seemed to be someone talking in the sky. Yang Fan tried hard to open his eyes a little wider. Then he saw a young man in white condensed in the void confronting a huge phantom that was 1,000 meters tall.

White clothes are better than snow, and young men are as beautiful as jade.

Is this young man in white the name Zhu Huanan called by the big monster?

"Crossing the void, the realm of the master, is there such a young master in Xichu City?"

Yang Fan's eyes gathered at one point, and his eyes fell on the boy in white. "If I remember well, the founder of the South China Martial Arts School seemed to be Zhu Huanan. Could it be the master of the young man in front of him?"

"Is the rumors true? The martial arts master can not only reshape his muscles and bones, but also return to his old age, but also prolong his life for three hundred years?"

Yang Fan suddenly felt a little moved, for the three hundred years of life.

The South China Martial Arts School has been established for more than 120 years. It is said that the principal Zhu Huanan personally founded when he was nearly 40 years old.

If the young man in white in front of him was really Principal Zhu Huanan, then he would have to be at least about 160 years old.

At the age of 160, in the era when Yang Fan, a patient with severe depression, few people were able to live so long. It is thankful that ordinary people can live to 100 years old.

Longevity and not old age, who would not be moved by normal people?

"Zhu Huanan, do you think I am scared? This king's arm is here. If you have the ability, you can kill it!"

The figure of the giant beast condensed from the virtual, and it waved its right arm unceremoniously, just as he swept across the Yunling 1 airship just now, his palm suddenly increased several times, and he grabbed Zhu Huanan's position.

"You are moved when you observe the seventh-grade demon king using space martial arts, but you cannot comprehend because of your lack of strength."

"You are moved when you observe the seventh-grade demon king using his magical powers and martial arts, but you cannot comprehend it because of your lack of strength."

Yang Fan was speechless. It turned out that the system on his body was not omnipotent. When he encountered a strong man of the Demon King level, he would have to kneel down.

"As you wish!"

Zhu Huanan didn't even look at the giant palm he was waving. He calmly took off the jade Xiao who was tied to his waist and held it in his hand. He raised a sword technique and slashed it at the arm of the Qinghou King as if it was slow and steady. His movements were elegant and elegant, extremely relaxed.

As Yu Xiao waved, a green light flashed out, and when it came into contact with the giant palm in the void, the overwhelming shadow of the palm melted like snow, and instantly contracted and retreated. The King of Qinghou seemed to suffer a secret loss, roared irritably, and his body suddenly shrank to the size of a normal human, and flew straight towards Zhu Huanan.

The monsters are strong in body, and ninety-five are very good at close combat. Their teeth and claws are their best weapons. Basically, from the moment they transform into monsters, they began to instinctively use demon power to temper their bodies. The Qinghou King in front of them is undoubtedly such a monster.

Zhu Huanan's expression remained unchanged. With a wave of Yu Xiao in his hand, he used the last move of his own creation of the Fierce Wind Sword Technique to moisten things silently.

It was not as powerful as the King of Qinghou, and Zhu Huanan's sword move was swung, and even a trace of air flow was not produced. It was plain and light, without any sharp momentum.

However, the Qinghou King, who was facing him, changed his expression. He only fought with Zhu Huanan for one move and began to retreat quickly, roaring loudly while retreating.

After Zhu Huanan left a silence, he stopped quietly and looked at the Qinghou King who had retreated thousands of meters away without pursuing the victory.

"Thirty years ago you were not my opponent, and the same was true after thirty years!"

"King Qinghou, accept your fate. This time I will only kill you one arm, which is a warning. If there is another time, I will kill your head on your neck!"

As soon as Zhu Huanan finished speaking, Yang Fan noticed that the Qinghou King seemed to be in a wrong state. Its right arm was just now, but it had fallen off its right shoulder. It took it with its left hand in time to avoid the possibility of its right arm flying into the wilderness.

Yang Fan was frightened. Is this the so-called master fight? He hadn't seen anything yet, but the winner was decided.

"You are moved when you observe the martial arts of the master-level warriors, but you cannot comprehend it because of your lack of strength."

Yang Fan's breathing stagnated, and this is the same thing. Since you can't understand, you can remind me, and will you make things difficult for me?

In just two minutes, Yang Fan missed three opportunities to comprehend the master-level martial arts. He felt so distressed that he could not breathe. He felt that his depression was about to be inflicted.

"Hahaha, there is no need for the next time. My head is here. If you have the ability, you can take it away now!"

King Qinghou was unexpectedly tough and despite his own injuries, he actually used his broken arm as a weapon and rushed towards Zhu Huanan again without hesitation. The golden blood was flying all over the sky, looking very shocking.

Yang Fan was a little confused. Did this old man be beaten to death? He actually hit the knife in the knife. Are you looking for death?

Also, what does Principal Zhu mean? Since he has spare energy, why didn’t he slash Dahouzi directly on the head, and he was bullied to the door, so what else is he talking about?

Don't worry, just fuck it to death!

Yang Fan was anxious about Zhu Huanan. As a human race, he naturally stood on Zhu Huanan's side, hoping that Zhu Huanan could kill the Qinghou King with one o'clock.

It was too far away and the perspective was not slightly deviated. Yang Fan could not see the expression on Zhu Huanan's face, otherwise he would not have been clamoring in his heart that he would have killed the Qinghou King.

Zhu Huanan, who had just killed the right arm of Qinghou King, was smiling bitterly at the moment, and his right hand holding Xiao was also trembling slightly. The move that moistened the things just now was the strongest move he could use now.

Although he was calm and calm on the surface, he seemed to be sure to win, but only he knew the most in his heart. He actually rushed to the head of King Qinghou, but in the end he found that he could not make a contribution, so he turned to cut off one of King Qinghou's right arm.

Compared with thirty years ago, this demon king's strength became even stronger and he had already stood at the top of the seventh-grade demon king. He was covered in copper and iron bones, and his defense was amazing. He tried his best to barely break through the defense on its right arm.

"I didn't expect that I was discovered by you."

This time, Zhu Huanan did not confront Qinghou King head-on again. Before Qinghou King's attack approached, he had already flashed and retreated thousands of meters away. Then, the injuries in his body could no longer be suppressed, and a mouthful of blood was spewed out with a puff.

"Hahaha, I know that you are already at the end of your strength, and the injuries on your body cannot be faster than those on me!"

"Now it seems that I have bet right!"

Seeing Zhu Huanan vomiting blood and his aura was also decreasing rapidly, the Qinghou King couldn't help laughing loudly.

He opened his mouth and swallowed it into his abdomen with his right arm that was cut off by Zhu Huanan. Then, a blue light appeared on the broken arm of his right shoulder, and a brand new arm grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The Mountain Demon King, the Sable King, and the Red Eagle King, what are you waiting for? Do you really want to see if this king and this Zhu Thief die together?!"

King Qinghou did not rush forward to fight with Zhu Huanan, but turned around and rushed to the mountains thousands of meters away with a roar.

In an instant, three auras that belonged to the demon king alone soared into the sky among the mountains in the north. In the blink of an eye, three seventh-grade demon kings appeared beside King Qinghou, all of which were human and beast heads, with amazing momentum.

Yang Fan quickly closed his eyes and began to pretend to be dead.
Chapter completed!