Under the projection of eyes, a figure filled the smoke, and a figure penetrated the smoke and shot out like a cannonball. Several big trees were broken along the way and fell to the ground in a mess.

When he saw this person's face clearly, many eyes finally became surprised, and there was an incredible look on his face.

Because the loser was not Chu Tian as they expected, but Jira, who came to find trouble, was the first in tracking technique in the Silver Knife Sect, who was known as the number one in tracking technique in addition to the Sword Sword.

Countless tiny wounds appeared in Jira's right hand, and blood flowed out from it. Not only that, his hand bones and even his arm bones were broken. Even though he was not a weak person, he frowned and screamed in his mouth.

The smoke gradually dissipated, revealing Chu Tian's figure. He fisted his right hand and maintained his attacking posture, defeating such a powerful enemy, but there was no trace of lust on his face, but as calm as before.

And this calmness is rare in his age, giving him a sense of maturity that is contrary to his age.

"How could it be?" The beautiful female student who looked pretty and was moved by Jira just now disappeared. She couldn't help but bit her red lips lightly, and blood was not noticed on her lips.

After looking at Jira, who struggled to stand up from the ground, looking at her opponent with fear, and then looking at Chu Tian, ​​whose face was as calm as water, as if she had never done anything, she felt a sense of absurdity that her three views were subverted.

"How did a mere wasteful man defeat this senior? Is this true that he defeated the second-turn Condensing Pill at the peak of the Huagang Realm? " She murmured to herself with disbelief.

Even at this time, Chu Tian was still a useless man in her heart, just a useless man who was lucky enough to have good strength.

However, no matter what, if you lose, you will lose. The figure of Jira who was like a demon king in her heart just now finally collapsed completely, like a statue of a mud, shattered in an instant, and cracks spread wildly.

The devilish figure of senior Jila only appeared in her heart for a moment, and quickly destroyed Chu Tian's hand.

"A waste actually defeated Jila in seconds. It's impossible. This must be an illusion." At this time, a gust of wind blew Fan Ye's messy hair even more messy. He had no time to care, because he was in shock, his eyes were dull, his mouth couldn't help but open, and he grew up again.

Finally reached the exaggeration of being able to put a whole egg in it.

His strength is just as good as Jira. If Chu Tian can defeat Jira in seconds, wouldn’t it mean that he could easily defeat him?

How is this possible? He and Jira are elite members of the Silver Knife Sect, how could they not even compare to a mere freshman?

The other freshmen who were watching were also stunned and shocked.

Just as the audience was shocked, thinking stagnated, and even the flow of air seemed to slow down, Chu Tian's body gradually disappeared from the spot. When he appeared again, he had already appeared in front of Fan Ye, who was still in a dull state.

Fan Ye finally came to his senses. Chu Tian looked at him faintly. The flames rose on the Xuanyuan Armor and made a thunder sound. Stars tides surged on his lower body, silver hair and silver pupils, and his face was as quiet as water, as if nothing in the world could make him feel moved.

Immediately, Chu Tian raised his right hand and bent his fingers into a fist. The dark energy covered it, and another divine wave of the Sky-Splitting Fist came.

A black ripples suddenly appeared in the air, rolling towards Fan Ye frantically. Before the attack came, his skin felt uncomfortable to be broken.

"Oh... it turns out it's not a dream." This thought quickly passed through Fan Ye's heart, attacking the present, without even having any thoughts, he had to condense his entire body of energy on his right hand and waved his palm to fight.

Although he was hastily resisting, his cultivation was there, the energy at the level of the second-turn pill condensed, the space behind him fluctuated, and the offensive suddenly increased, and his aura increased greatly, colliding with Chu Tian's black light condensed fist.

The vitality collided, the earth collapsed, and amid the shocking sound of collision, smoke and dust filled the crowd again, covering everyone's sight.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, the two figures in the field gradually became clear, both Chu Tian and Fan Ye maintained the attack posture just now.

Both of them were motionless.

Who wins and who loses?

One breath, two breaths...

After a while, Chu Tian's body shook slightly, slowly closed his fists, and passed by Fan Ye, who was in his original posture without expression.

When he walked past, Fan Ye could no longer hold on, his body collapsed softly, knelt on one knee, his head down, and he kept coughing blood.

A bright red color suddenly spread wildly on the ground under his feet.

This time, the shock in the eyes of the onlookers weakened a lot.

In fact, Chu Tian defeated Jila just now, which was so dreamy that many people suspected that he was just lucky, or Jila was too lucky, but after defeating Jila instantly, he easily defeated Fan Ye, who was also the second-turn Condensing Pill cultivation level, which would not be a coincidence.

One may be a coincidence, but two times will not be a coincidence. There are definitely not so many coincidences in the world.

It can only be seen that Chu Tian’s actual combat power is so terrifying that even they find it incredible.

"How could he be so...awesome?" A freshman couldn't help but say.

"It's simply perverted." The person next to him said in admiration.

"It's so unfair to me. Everyone is a newborn. Why is it that he is so powerful?" Some people also have thoughts in their hearts, silently, silently looking up at the sky.

However, there is no answer above the sky. Perhaps no one in this world can give him a perfect answer about this matter.

Chu Tian slowly walked towards Murray. He was as quiet as water, as if his face that had not changed for thousands of years had finally disappeared, and replaced it with a laughing expression.

Because he got closer, he saw Murray closing his eyes slightly, slumping on the ground, and making strange seals on his chest with his hands, unlike the fist and palm seals in the general category, because there was no breath rising on his body, and no vitality pouring towards his hands with the seal.

"What are you doing?" Chu Tian came to Murray, stared at his gesture, and asked curiously.

Murray's body trembled, he opened his eyes, and saw that it was Chu Tian, ​​and he replied naturally: "You asked me what I was doing... I prayed for you at that time."

When answering, he still kept sitting in a slump, his sealed hands remained motionless, as steady as a Buddha. He just raised his face slightly and looked at Chu Tian, ​​but his tone was even more confusing. It seemed that the question Chu Tian asked was too simple, and he was asking it knowingly.

"Pray?" Chu Tian suddenly understood something, his smile became stronger and stronger, and he continued to ask, "Is your handprint now used for prayer?"

"Oh, you say this. The people in my hometown will make such gestures when praying. Whenever their family travels far away and relatives and friends leave, they will do this. I pray to God and bless them with peace and good fortune. I am making this gesture now, of course, to pray to God and bless you not to be hurt by those two perverts."

Murray was very patient and explained to Chu Tian as if he was earnestly taught.

Chu Tian nodded repeatedly while listening. It turned out that the handprint meant this. He understood that the custom of the other party’s hometown seemed quite interesting to him.

He had already remembered the gesture just now. Even if he was here, he could sometimes pray for his father in his hometown, pray for other people in his tribe, and of course he would also pray for his mother who had met by the man trapped in the Spirit Demon Clan.

But I hope this prayer will work.

"How could you... be here forever?" Murray suddenly showed a look of horror and looked at Chu Tian with an incredible gaze.

As early as Chu Tian and Jila were fighting and smoke filled the field, he closed his eyes and silently prayed for Chu Tian.

He closed his eyes, but couldn't bear to see that Chu Tian, ​​a young man who was brave enough to do justice but overestimated his ability, was hurt by the other party's hands.

I maintained this posture until Chu Tian asked questions and opened it, and I didn't know what happened.

There is such a question.

But Chu Tian didn't understand, he showed displeasure on his face, and black lines appeared on his forehead.

What is this problem?

Does the other party really want something to happen to him?

"Where are them?" Murray asked again.

"Of course I have already dealt with." Chu Tian replied angrily.

Murray's face changed drastically, as if he was burned by fire, jumped up from the ground, crossed Chu Tian, ​​and cast his eyes far away. Jira looked behind him, and fear appeared in his eyes, and the bones on his right arm were completely broken.

Fan Ye still kept kneeling on one knee, lowered his head slightly, and the ground below was already stained with the coughed blood.

In Murray's eyes, both of these two people are powerful and have a perverted personality. The Silver Sword Sect's old man is far more powerful than him, but he is defeated by Chu Tian, ​​a new student with only the peak cultivation level of the Huagang Realm.

It must be so perverted that you can do this.

So, he fell into a daze for a moment, and his tall body stiffened in place, like a clay sculpture.

Just when he was stunned, a fair-skinned hand suddenly placed on his shoulder.

Murray was frightened one after another, unable to suppress the fear in his heart, and screamed loudly with decibels that were not male.
Chapter completed!