Chapter342:Assistance!

WhatisElderSu’sidentityandwhyishespeakingupfortheseoutsiders?

Whodoesn’tknowthatElderSuhasapeculiartemperandhasn’tbeenatDivineSwordSchoolforverylong.

UponhearingTengMing’swords,theremainingfewyouths,whowereoriginallyapprehensive,nowrelaxedagainandeachofthemhadacoldsmileontheirfaces.

ElderSu,despitethefactthatnoonedaretoprovokehiminthedoor,howcouldhehelpafewmiscellaneousdisciplestostandout?

SeeingTengMingnotbeingmoved,XuJiahui’sfacebecamegloomy.

Althoughthereweremanypeople,thefivediscipleshadbeenintheschoolayearearlierthanthemandtheirstrengthwasmuchstrongerthantheirs.

Therearemanypeoplehere,buttheywon’tbetheopponents.

"Don’tdally!HandoverthePeiyuanPills!Don’tforcemetopunishyou!"

TengMingcoldlysmiledatXuJiahuiandtheothers.Heslowlywalkedforward,hiseyesshowingdisdain,notoncetakingthesepeopleseriously.

"I’mgoingtokillyou!"

Theshortandsturdyteenager’seyeswerefilledwithrage,andanauraofenergysuddenlyrushedoutofhisbody.Thegoldenmetalenergywasdazzling,withasharpmomentum.HesteppedforwardandinstantlylungedtowardTengMing,punchingdirectlyout.

Thispunchembodiedakindofmartialartwithimpressivemomentum.

Themetallicvigorwassharp,emitting’woowoo’soundofwindintheair.

"ZhangQing,youareoutofyourdepths!"

Facingtheboy’spunch,TengMingdidn’ttakeanynotice.Therewasafaintsmileonhisfaceandhequicklysteppedasidebeforethepunchwasthrown.

TengMingfeltasharpgustofwindasafistsweptpasthisshoulder,rufflingthestrandsofhairnearhisears.

Butinamoment,TengMing’sfacebecamegloomy,kickingquicklyandfiercelyattheyoungmannamedZhangQing’sstomach.

"Bang!"

Underthefaintthunderingsound,ZhangQing’sbodysuddenlycurledup,andbloodspattereddirectlyfromhismouth.

"Becareful,ZhangQing,TengMing,youaretoohorrible!"

XuJiahuishoutedoutwithasurgeofenergy,herfairhandsreachingoutandherfingersslender.EnergygatheredtogetherandgreenlightwavessurgedtowardsTengMing.

"MartialSisterJiahui,whybotherstickingyourneckoutfortheseuselessguys?Ifyou’rewilling,wewon’ttakeyourPeiyuanPills.OnceIbecomeanInnerDisciple,IwillfindawaytomakeyouanInnerDiscipletoo!"

AsTengMingspoke,hishandswerenotidle;withawaveofhisarms,heslappedXuJiahuiwithacertainairofauthority.

"Swoosh!"

Twogustsofwindclashed,palmstouched,anduponcontact,thegustsdispersed,withsandandstonesflyingaround.

"Push."

XuHuiXinstumbled,retreatingseveralstepsbeforeshefinallysteadiedherself;herdelicatefacewaspale.

Butthistime,TengMingalsotookastepbackandhisfacehadaflashoflightpassthroughit.

"Stoptalkingnonsense,Iwanttobecomeaninnerdiscipleandfightforitmyself.You’dbetterbecomeaninnerdisciplefirstthenwe’lltalk."

XuJiahuisteadiedherbody,gazingatTengMing,lightlybitingherlips,andthebreathonherbodybecomingabitmoreintense.HerYuanSoulRealmEightGradepowerhaditsaurareleasedunreservedly.

UponhearingXuJiahui’swords,aglumexpressionappearedonTengMing’sface.

"IheardthatMartialSisterJiahuiisquitetalented,soit’stheperfectopportunitytotestitout!"

AsTengMing’svoicefadedaway,hisrightfootslowlyliftedandthenthundereddown.

"Boom!"

Suddenly,adeepenergyroarsoundedfromTengMing’sfeet,andawaveofaurawassweptoutfromhisbody.

ThismomentumissignificantlystrongerthanXuJiahui’soverallaura.

TengMingcoldlysmiled;thistimehehadtogetintotheinnercircleandbecomeanInnerDisciple,orelsethechancewouldbeslippingaway.

IfhecouldgetafewmorePeiyuanPillsrecently,hiscultivationwillbeenhancedandhewillhaveahigherchanceofbeingadmittedintotheinnercircle.

"MartialSisterJiahui,don’tblamemeformyrudeness!"

Withthesewords,atransparentfigurerushedstraighttowardsXuJiahui.

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"YuanSoulRealmisonlyuptotheeighthgarde,althoughitisextraordinary,IhavealreadyreachedtheninthgradeofYuanSoulRealmMartialSisterJiahui,youarenomatchforme!"

Withablinkofaneye,TengMing’sfigureappearedinfrontofXuJiahui,hishandsglowinggreenandclenchedintoafist.Theairroaredasthegreenlightburstforth,hurtlingstraighttowardsXuJiahui.

XuJiahuiclenchedherredlips,herdelicatefacerevealedafirmresolution.Shethrewapunchattheformerandcollidedhardwithit.

"Bang!"

Twofistscollide,andamuffledsoundwasheardastheytouched.Greenlightandenergywavesswirledabout,carriedbyagustoffreshair.

"Scoffing…"

XuJiahui’sfeetskiddedacrossthegroundasshetriedtoresist,butshewasunabletomatchthestrength.

"Isaid,youwon’tbemyopponent!"

TengMingcoldlysmiledandhisfigureonlyslightlytrembledbeforehesteppedbackandsteadiedhimself.Inasplitsecond,helungedforward,withhishandsformingasealandablue-coloredballofenergycondensedintoafingerprintthatinstantlyflewout.

"Whew…"

Underthevigorousenergy,thefingerprintflewlikeanelectricarc,andthesharpbreakingwindwhistled,fastaslightning.Intheeyesofeveryone,itwoulddirectlyswooponXuJiahui’sshoulder.

XuJiahuiwasinretreat,tryingtoavoidit,butitwastoolateanditwasverydifficulttoresist.Hercomplexionchangeddrasticallyandherbeautifulfaceturnedpale.

"MartialSisterJiahui,becareful!"

ZhangQingandotheryoungboysandgirlsweregreatlyshockedandexclaimed,butwerehelplesstohelp.Theywereevenlessofamatch.

"Swoosh…"

AgreyfiguresuddenlyappearedatthemomentthefingerprintwasgoingtosweepintoXuJiahui’sshoulder,wavinghishandandsweepinghissleeve;then,thesharpandpowerfulfingerprintdirectlydissipatedinfrontofhim.

XuJiahuiwasthefirstonetoappearsurprised.

XuJiahuistoppedandlookedahead.Thebackfigurehadaspecialtemperament,asstraightasalance,tallandmajesticasamountain!

Thatsilhouettewasveryfamiliar,makingXuJiahui’seyeslightup.

Astreamofgazessuddenlyfellupontheunexpectedfigure.

Theonewhosuddenlyappearedwasasixteenorseventeenyearoldboy,withshoulder-lengthblackhair,andbronzeskinbutstillwithawarmjade-likefeeling.

Thisyouthhadasharpanddistinctface,wearingaterriblyalluringbrokenswordbehindhisback,withrustypatches-itseemedtobedugupfromsomewhere.

SuYihasarrived.Heoriginallywantedtoleave,becausethisisDivineSwordSchoolandhedoesn’twanttocauseanytrouble.

ButuponhearingXuJiahui’svoice,SuYiwasunabletostandbyandwatch.