My projections are all the roots of the Holy Spirit

The playground suddenly became quiet.

The next moment, Liang Hongwei woke up as if from a dream. He shouted with saliva flying: Xu Jun, you are crazy.

He Zhichao's expression suddenly changed, and he also advised: Brother Xu, don't be fooled, he is a Qi Refiner.

Although Liu Xuanyue said nothing, she nodded slightly, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

Xu Jun sneered and said: So what about the Qi Refiner? As far as I know, the first person in this batch of No. 1 Middle School seems not to be a Qi Refiner, but Jin Languang, the innate sword cultivator.

Yang Qiming was ecstatic, but after hearing these words, he was extremely unhappy. He said angrily: Who do you think you are? How dare you be compared with Boss Jin.

Boss Jin?

Such a person is so arrogant that he is willing to call him Boss Jin.

It seems that Jin Languang is really unique.

Looking up, Xu Jun said solemnly: Since you want to fight, I will make it happen. You are familiar with this place, so choose a venue.

Yang Qiming gave a grim smile and said, Okay, I'll be waiting for you at Xiandao No. 1...

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Hey, this, this, this... Zhang Chunru's face turned pale.

He actually vaguely understood how this conflict occurred.

Originally, he wanted to use the rules to force Yang Qiming away. But I didn't expect that the kid in 3 would be so stubborn.

Sighing, Zhang Chunru whispered: Old Liang, I'm sorry. I'll ask Master Xian to host the competition.

After saying that, he left quickly.

The teachers from other schools looked at Xu Jun with curious eyes.

Although Yang Qiming only has the third level of Qi training, he is still a Qi refiner who has mastered various immortal methods.

Xu Jun is just a genius, and what he does is simply incomprehensible.

How can the immortal family's methods be resisted by mortals?

No matter how powerful your innate sword sound is, how can it compete with the talisman weapon?

Liang Hongwei's old face flushed slightly and said: Xu Jun, what are you thinking about? After defeating so many people, are you feeling overwhelmed? That's a Qi Refiner.

Taking a deep breath, he said, I'll find Principal Zhang right away. Tell him that you regret it.

Xu Jun opened his eyes wide and said: Principal Liang, I regret it now. I will lose all my face in No. 3 Middle School.

Hmph, it's better to lose face than to lose your life. Liang Hongwei paused and said, Even if Yang Qiming doesn't dare to kill you, it would be more than worth the loss to seriously injure you and affect your college entrance examination a few months later. ah.

Xu Jun felt warm in his heart. This old gentleman actually cared more about the students than the school's reputation.

This alone is worthy of respect.

Shaking his head slightly, Xu Jun said: Principal Liang, don't worry, I have also thought about it. Since they have repeatedly caused trouble for me, if I give in step by step, I will definitely have no way to retreat. Instead of doing this, it is better to give it a try and fight. I have to punch away to avoid hundreds of punches coming. I want them to know that I am not someone they can provoke.

Liang Hongwei hesitated for a moment and sighed: Xu Jun, they are immortal cultivators, and we are mortals. It is not fair in the first place. If you want revenge, you can wait until you become an immortal in the future and then worry about it.

However, Xu Jun shook his head without hesitation: Principal Liang, I am a sword cultivator and I cannot stand this kind of anger.

Liang Hongwei was speechless and could no longer persuade him.

Yes, Seo Jun is a swordsman.

A swordsman with a sword heart as strong as iron who goes forward courageously.

If the sword's heart is damaged because of giving in, it would be too late to regret it.

Soon, the Xiandao No. 1 venue was ready.

Yang Qiming had been waiting for a long time, and there was a middle-aged man wearing a white robe on the No. 1 venue.

Xu Jun's sword heart was clear and he saw that this person also had the aura of a Qi Refiner, and his aura was far stronger than that of Yang Qiming.

Of course, compared to Qingfeng, it is much worse.

Zhang Chunru explained: Classmate Xu, this is our No. 1 Middle School Immortal Science teacher, Mr. Li Dan. He is a Qi practitioner at the sixth level of Qi training.

Please ask Mr. Li Dan to be your referee today. Don't worry, your life will never be in danger.

Xu Jun nodded slightly and said, Thank you, Principal Zhang.

Although this life is dangerous, Yang Qiming should pay attention to it.

But Xu Jun also understood that Zhang Chunru had good intentions, so he would not deliberately embarrass her.

Li Dan looked at the two of them coldly and said, Since you have chosen Immortal No. 1, you can use any Immortal method. Do you understand?

Xu Jun and Yang Qiming lowered their heads at the same time and said, I understand.

Li Dan nodded, glanced at Xu Jun, hesitated for a moment, and then said: Life is not easy. When we are competing, try to keep your hands as much as possible.

Yang Qiming understood immediately and said loudly: The student understands and will not take his life.

Xu Jun glanced at the husky and said calmly: Yes.

Li Dan waved his hand and said, Get ready.

Yang Qiming turned around and stared at Xu Jun with a pair of eyes that seemed to be breathing fire.

Xu Jun's heart trembled, could there be something mysterious about these eyes?

However, in just a moment, Xu Jun knew that he had been fooled.

This is just an angry glare, without any offensive power.

In other words, Seo Jun was worried too much, so he was just suspicious.

Yang Qiming flipped his wrist and took out five or six talismans.

This hand is similar to that of the young man last night, quite familiar. However, before the young man could activate the talisman, he was knocked out by Xu Jun first.

Yang Qiming flicked his wrist and cast a magic spell, and one of the talismans was immediately torn apart.

He reached out and patted his body, and a golden light bloomed, immediately covering him.

Although Xu Jun didn't recognize it, he knew it must be a protective talisman.

Only then did Li Dan say: Start.

Liang Hongwei, who was watching on the sidelines, was so angry that this qigong master was obviously going astray.

However, he did not dare to say anything more.

Yang Qiming had a sneer on his face and looked at Xu Jun as if he were looking at a dead person.

Now that he has been given the amulet and has a chance to take action, then, as a mortal, what can you do to fight with me?

The wrist flicked again, and another talisman tore automatically under the operation of mana.

call……

A fireball appeared out of thin air and flew straight towards Xu Jun.

Fireball... don't fight hard, do it quickly. Liang Hongwei shouted loudly, even though he knew it was futile, he couldn't help it.

However, right now, right now.

But Xu Jun looked up, stood up, and held the hilt of the sword.

His figure is as tall and straight as a mountain, and he has a soaring aura.

Then he drew his sword!

Buzz...

A white light suddenly exploded in everyone's eyes.

The sword resounds ten times, and the ten resounds become a gang.

The sword is tangible and indestructible.

Snapped.

With one strike of the sword, the fireball technique that came from the talisman was suddenly cut in half and extinguished immediately.

Xu Jun's sword kept shining, turning into a rainbow and instantly crossing the distance between the ring.

Ding.

A dragon roar resounded throughout the world.

The light of Vajra attached to Yang Qiming was like butter meeting a knife cooked in fire, or like winter snow meeting the sea of ​​​​fire, it instantly vanished into nothing.

Li Dan was dumbfounded, as if waking up from a dream, and shouted sternly: Fellow Taoist, save someone under the sword...

The sword light instantly converged, and everyone stared at it.

I saw Yang Qiming slumped in a corner of the ring, his body trembling, and he was too frightened to speak.

His head and face were all bare.

Both hair and eyebrows have been shaved cleanly.

Looking at the figure on the ring holding a sword in the wind and standing with his head held high.

On and off the field, teachers and students were all speechless at this time.