"Why, are you not convinced? If you are not convinced, you can try again. How my seniors of Yiyuan Academy dealt with your ancestors of the Duan family back then, I can do the same with you today!" Gu Fenghua glanced at Duan Yixing, contemptuously again Said ostentatiously again.
Don't hurt your face when you hit someone, don't expose your shortcomings when you scold someone, even the expressions of the disciples in the academy under the stage changed slightly after hearing Gu Fenghua's words. It seems that Gu Fenghua is not going to save some face for Duan Yixing, and completely tear his face.
How did they know Gu Fenghua's good intentions, the power of piercing the sky with a single sword, even she was secretly surprised, but it's a pity that Duan Yixing's body armor was of good quality, and that sword did not cause him any decent damage.
Gu Fenghua never thinks that a little lesson can make him calm down and let go of the hatred that has lasted for thousands of years in the Duan family.
If it's Hua Mingyu's brainless dude, let him hate it, Gu Fenghua doesn't care, but Duan Yixing is different, his scheming is much stronger than Hua Mingyu's, and his identity and background are far superior to his .
If you can't teach him a lesson he will never forget, there will be endless troubles!
Even the disciples of a school are like this, Duan Yixing needless to say, he stared at Gu Fenghua, his gloomy gaze became colder and his face darker! The surrounding air seemed to have cooled down.
Under the stage, Duan Yixing stared at Gu Fenghua, his fingers tightly holding the long sword again. Because of too much force, the fingertips are slightly white.
Gu Fenghua also held the hilt of the sword. Although she looked relaxed on the surface, but the sword just now did not cause any decent damage to Duan Yixing, so she dared not be careless.
The surrounding air became even heavier.
"Let's go!" Just when everyone thought that Duan Yixing would not be able to stand Gu Fenghua's humiliation and would fight her to the death without end, Duan Yixing took a deep breath, got up and left without even looking at Gu Fenghua any more glance.
Because the man who borrowed his holy robe was too big, the holy robe was draped around his body for a ride, floating around with his slightly messy steps, revealing a section of snow-white thigh from time to time.
"What white legs!" A long sigh sounded from the crowd.
Duan Yixing's figure paused slightly, and he staggered a few steps. Although he stabilized quickly, his steps became more chaotic.
"Leave like this?" Many people were surprised to see that Duan Yixing did not hesitate to leave.
"This Duan Yixing, who has such cultivation at such a young age, and has such a city, can be so tolerant, it's not easy If you can't hurt him hard today, I'm afraid there will be endless troubles in the future!" It was an older school disciple. Looking at Duan Yixing's figure that was drifting away, he said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, the enmity between Yiyuan Academy and Duan's family is getting deeper and deeper. With Duan Yixing's status, I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to reconcile." Another disciple also sighed and said, looking at Gu Fenghua, there are more Somewhat worried.
Hearing his words, other school disciples were also worried.
Although the Duan family and Yiyuan Academy had a feud, but Gu Fenghua defeated Duan Yixing today, no matter what, it was to save face for Yiyi Academy, and it also made them vent their anger. Of course, he didn't want her to be retaliated by Duan Yixing You must know that Duan Yixing is not only the closed disciple of Lord Qingyun, but also his adopted son, so one can imagine how fond he is of Duan Yixing. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com