In the school arena.
A teacher who was the referee looked at the two people on the stage and could not help but frown.
"Are you…sure you want to fight?"
One of them was at the ninth level of Qi Refinement, while the other was only at the first level of Qi Refinement.
With such a huge gap, what was the point of competing?
Wasn't this a waste of his time?
"That's right," Peng Le said sternly.”
"He asked for it." Fang Jian shrugged.”
Below, two girls stood beside Zhang Miaoqin.
"Miaomiao, are you really going to let them fight?" one of them said.”
"Why not?" Zhang Miaoqin raised her eyebrows and said.
"But, looking at Peng Le like this, I'm afraid he's going to kill me.”The girl whispered," Even if Fang Jian can keep his life, his flaming bird might not…"
Zhang Miaoqin couldn't help but laugh.
Flame Bird?
Hehe, that's because you haven't seen how powerful the flaming bird is. Otherwise, you definitely wouldn't say that.
Not to mention that Peng Le had not yet built his foundation, even if he had already built his foundation.
The flaming bird might not lose.
It was just that she could not say these words too clearly.
The teacher took a step back and said in a deep voice,"Alright, I declare the start of the competition."”
Peng Le raised his eyebrows and flicked his wrist.
"Clang."
With a soft sound, a sharp sword appeared in his hand.
Then, Peng Le took a step forward and stabbed at Fang Jian like a bolt of lightning.
Because the teacher was supervising him, Peng Le couldn't really kill Fang Jian. However, if he could leave a scar on his annoying face, Peng Le would undoubtedly be very happy.
However, just as he drew his sword, a red light flashed in front of his eyes.
A feeling of extreme fear welled up in his heart.
Peng Le was not an incompetent person.
In school, he was definitely one of the kings.
His strength had been accumulated through sword after sword.
Whether it was fighting against demon beasts or humans, he had an extremely rich experience.
Therefore, he subconsciously retreated and slashed to the left.
"Phew…"
The sword light swirled, but it hit nothing.
Only then did Peng Le see clearly that the red light was actually the flaming bird standing on Fang Jian's shoulder.
The flaming bird was staring at him with a pair of strange eyes.
There seemed to be a trace of curiosity, disdain, and impatience in his eyes.
Peng Le immediately calmed down.
His many years of battle experience allowed him to immediately know that this bird was not simple.
At this moment, he became even more jealous.
Fang Jian had just awakened. Not only had he won the favor of the school belle, but he had also contracted such a powerful spiritual beast.
This was simply the template of a protagonist destined by the heavens.
However, in the past ten years, this template had always been him, Peng Le!
Peng Le's eyes flashed as he circulated his spiritual power. The long sword in his hand began to glow.
Sword Principle, the strongest attack!
Suddenly, Peng Le swung his sword. The divine sword merged into one and turned into a golden light that stabbed toward Fang Jian.
The referee teacher beside him moved slightly, wanting to make a move.
However, at this moment, the flaming bird flashed again.
"Bang…"
There was a loud bang, and then everyone saw it.
Peng Le's body flew up, flying backward at a speed that was twice as fast as when he was moving forward.
In mid-air, half of the short sword fell onto the arena with a crisp sound.
A figure suddenly appeared behind Peng Le, who was in mid-air. It was an old man. He stretched out his hand and slapped, instantly dissolving the surging force.
But even so, when Peng Le landed, he was already outside the arena.
"Wow."
Peng Le spat out a mouthful of blood. He was a sword cultivator, but at this moment, the treasured sword that was connected to his heart and blood had been broken by the flaming bird's claw.
With his mind injured, he actually vomited blood on the spot.
Everyone below was shocked.
Under one move, the number one armament in the class, Peng Le, was actually defeated.
Moreover, he had been defeated so miserably.
This flaming bird was too powerful.
One had to know that this time, it did not even use its breath.
"Peng Le is injured. Send him to the infirmary," the old man said in a deep voice.”
"Yes," the referee teacher immediately replied.
He stepped forward, took Peng Le, and immediately left.
"Hello, Principal."
Everyone bowed.
Fang Jian naturally recognized this person. He was the principal of Fifth High School, Li Hong.
Only, before awakening, Fang Jian actually didn't know that he was actually a jindan xiuzhe.
Li Hong nodded slightly. His gaze swept across Zhang Miaoqin, Fang Jian, and the flaming bird.
"Zhang Miaoqin and Fang Jian stay behind. You guys go back to the classroom first.”
"Yes."
The students swarmed away.
However, before they left, he could not help but glance at the two of them.
Especially the flaming bird on Fang Jian's shoulder, it received unprecedented attention.
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