Feng Ziyue didn't know that he and Qi Xiaodie passed by.

But Bailu Academy is not big, the two belong to the same medical department, and there will always be a day when they meet.

Feng Ziyue reported this mood, slowly walked through the academy, and walked towards the medicine garden at the back. There, he met and knew Qi Xiaodie, and had a good time.

"She enrolled a year earlier than me......" Feng Ziyue silently estimated in his heart, so he would meet her in the near future.

In the White Deer Academy, thousands of teenage boys and girls gathered, so the whole day was filled with the hustle and bustle of happiness. Of course, disputes and chases are also common, and the whole academy is filled with a noisy atmosphere.

As he crossed the back ramp, he saw a crowd of people huddled together and shouting, as if there was an argument.

Feng Ziyue frowned, planning to turn sideways and bypass, he was not a nosy person in the first place, and after being reborn, he had too many things to do, and he was even more reluctant to ask for trouble.

"Xiao Kunlun, if you don't dare to draw a knife, just get under my crotch!"

This name made Feng Ziyue's heart move and pause.

Xiao Kunlun!

Feng Ziyue's gaze turned to the young man in ragged clothes and with a resolute expression in the center of the crowd.

Many heroes were always poor when they were young.

This Xiao Kunlun, in the Shenshui Tribulation a few years later, resisted the tide of monsters and saved tens of millions of civilians from the sword soldiers, and was called "Northern Hero".

Legend has it that Xiao Kunlun studied at the White Deer Academy in Wuyang City when he was a child, but in the previous life, Feng Ziyue lived in a simple and unsociable manner, and he had never met him. Later, when Xiao Kunlun became famous, he learned that he was originally a descendant of a poor god, cultivating a special heart ** husband, who was bullied when he was a teenager, and he was successful in ten years.

Xiao Kunlun's knife was still in the sheath, and there was a spark of anger in his eyes, but he was suppressing himself.

This is their strange cultivation method...... Using other people's insults and bullying to exercise his mind, with Xiao Kunlun's current martial arts, these teenagers who beat him should not be his opponents, but he was strictly ordered by the master that he would never use the knife unless his life was in danger.

The college is vast, and it is inevitable that there will be mixed among the students, and some boring guys will take pleasure in bullying others. Xiao Kunlun's family is poor, his clothes are shabby, and his cultivation is hidden but not obvious, so he naturally becomes a good target for others to bully.

"Get down on your knees, I'll shoot you if you don't get into your crotch!"

Those noisy teenagers splashed stones and sand on him, laughing, Xiao Kunlun's face was pale, and he dodged left and right.

"Stop!"

Feng Ziyue finally couldn't bear it anymore and opened his mouth to stop.

His angry shout was like spring thunder on his tongue, and those teenagers were shocked, and they all stopped their hands for a while. The crowd dispersed, looking warily at the brave man, revealing the leader of the middle.

It was also a teenager, but he was tall, with his strong arms exposed, and his expression was lazy, and his gaze looked like a provocation.

It was this young man who spoke to Xiao Kunlun at the beginning.

"Don't go too far, just do it in moderation. Feng Ziyue slowly stepped forward and blocked in front of Xiao Kunlun. Xiao Kunlun was taken aback, and a grateful look appeared on his face.

"Boy, you're very dragged!"

The sturdy young man walked up to Feng Ziyue and waved his fist viciously.

This kind of provocative behavior in the academy is common among teenagers. Just because one doesn't like the eye, he fights, this is a stupid teenager.

The only thing that's special is that this leader's kung fu is still good.

Before he spoke out to stop it, Feng Ziyue didn't realize that this young man who took the lead in bullying people actually had the cultivation of the warrior realm! Moreover, he had broad shoulders and arms, thick palms, and was obviously not only gifted, but also cultivated a special martial art.

If you are not mistaken, what this person cultivates should be the Golden Bell Jar Kung Fu, which is known as the ancestor of hard skills.

This kung fu practice is extremely painful, from the youth, you have to use vinegar to dissolve all kinds of herbs, soak the whole body, at least one or two hours a day, it is considered to build the foundation of kung fu, and when the foundation is laid, you must be beaten with a stick every day, from the wooden stick to the iron bar, knock the bones like iron, the body is like a golden bell, when it rings, it is considered to complete the first step of kung fu.

At this time, it is only from the outside to the inside, to cultivate Xuanqi, exercise muscles and muscles, in addition to the daily soaking and sticking, and then add a sharp blade to chop, until the skin is like a brute cow, the meat is like a rock, it is considered a small success.

After that, he cultivated Xuan Qi, improved step by step, and when he reached the realm of the tenth golden bell cover body, he was able to be invulnerable, and even Wu Zun Gao couldn't break his defense with a divine blade in his hand, which was an extremely powerful kung fu.

It's a pity that this kung fu is too hard and difficult to cultivate, if it weren't for the talent, you wouldn't be able to learn it at all, but I didn't expect to meet one here.

Of course, this person's skill is still shallow, but the third level of cultivation of the Golden Bell Jar is also the first stage of the samurai, and his strength is not weak.

Feng Ziyue smiled faintly, he knew that at this time, in the face of this kind of guy, words were useless.

Useful, is the fist.

"Bang!"

He threw a punch at his hand, and everyone felt a flower in front of them, and the young man flew up like a kite off the string, crashed into the opposite wall, and slipped down softly, with a look of surprise and disbelief on his face, and fainted to the ground with a tilted head.

The Golden Bell Jar Kung Fu didn't work at all!

Feng Ziyue used his fists, but among the moves, it was a sharp and incomparable sword intent!

The third level of the Golden Bell Jar, how can you stop the sword intent of the sword god!

"Wow!" The young man and girl who had just crowded in front of Feng Ziyue suddenly exclaimed, and suddenly took a few steps back, spreading out in a circle, with frightened expressions on their faces.

This sturdy young man is a tyrant in the lower grades of the academy, he is the most fierce and domineering on weekdays, and his own cultivation is not weak, and he has reached the realm of warriors.

Today they were bullying Guan Zhongliu is having fun, but they don't know why the boss suddenly stared at this new little guy, it was nothing to make a fresh, but who knew that the result was that he didn't finish a sentence, and the boss had been beaten into the sky.

Can't even take a move? Usually such a powerful boss is like a broken cotton bag, and he doesn't even have the power to fight back!

This new kid is amazing!

Don't look at these little minions are all fierce bullies, but they are the most bullying and afraid of the hard, as soon as they saw Feng Ziyue's strength, they immediately became honest, one by one like wilted chickens, they all bowed their heads and didn't dare to look at him.

"Any more questions?"

Feng Ziyue gently clapped his palms, and his attitude was chic and free.

For these little children, it is useless to talk, and the fist is the best conversation. Feng Ziyue had already understood this in his previous life.

With his current strength, there is no need to talk to these children at all. Get it with one punch, and the world is peaceful!

In the face of his strong strength, these children are floating clouds.

The teenagers held their breath and shook their heads desperately, but no one dared to say a word.

Feng Ziyue shook his head, smiled lightly, and nodded to Xiao Kunlun, "There's nothing wrong with them, this friend, let's go!"

Xiao Kunlun was also shocked by his punch, and he was stunned for a while, until Feng Ziyue reminded him, then he nodded mechanically and turned around and left with Feng Ziyue.

The teenagers helped the unconscious boss up with all hands and feet, and looked at Feng Ziyue's back, all of them showing awe-inspiring eyes.