Sword martial arts dragon

Chapter 212
Zhao Letian and the two ignored the sergeant's taunt and went straight into the city.

After entering the city, they first found the payment office, each paid ten days' living expenses, and then went straight to the Holy Spirit College.

Whether they should be son-in-law or not, or next, they must participate in the enrollment of the Holy Spirit College.

The academy of the Canglang Kingdom is equivalent to the Zongmen of the Great Jin Kingdom. As the best academy in the Canglang Kingdom, the Holy Spirit Academy must have many cultivation resources that the outside world does not have. It will be much faster to practice in the academy.

The Holy Spirit Academy is located in a secluded area in the north of the city. It covers a large area. There are mountains, rivers and lakes in the courtyard, which is like a small world. The huge formation mask, shining brightly under the sunlight, exudes an astonishing aura.

When the two of Zhao Letian came, there were already two long queues at the entrance of the Holy Spirit Academy, and a few people had thousands of people, all waiting to sign up, so they randomly lined up at the end of one of the queues.

"Go over there, you country bumpkins from other places are not qualified to stand with the people of our royal city."

Just as Zhao Letian and Murray stood up, a fat young man in front of him, wearing a luxurious leather jacket, turned around, looked at them with disdain, and said coldly.

"Fatty, who are you talking about?"

Murray's temper was very hot, he raised his sledgehammer, his body surged with the power of true energy, and he glared at the other party.

"Hmph, with a mere cultivation of the third level of true martial arts, you dare to contradict me. You really are an ignorant country bumpkin. You are a waste, and you want to join the Holy Spirit Academy. You are really overconfident. Go to death."

The obese young man in a Chinese robe showed contempt in his slender eyes, snorted coldly, and directly raised his fat palm and slammed at Murray.

"Five levels of true martial arts? Be careful."

Zhao Letian frowned, and slammed out with the same palm. He was attacked for no reason, and he was also very depressed.

"Oh!"

The powerful power of true essence spread, and the fat young man was trembling with fat all over his body. He took seven or eight steps back again and again, and then stopped with difficulty. He looked at Zhao Letian in disbelief, his eyes were full of shock.

On the other hand, Zhao Letian only took half a step back, but even so, he was still very dissatisfied. You must know that with his physical strength alone, he was comparable to the attack of a person at the sixth level of Zhenwu. His re-cultivation was able to shake him. It can be seen from this that the Canglang King Capital is indeed not comparable to the Hundred Flowers Tribe. Anyone who comes out at random is a strong man with good strength.

However, in fact, although there are indeed many geniuses gathered in the capital of the Canglang King, there are not many of them. Any one randomly pulled out is a genius. That fat man is not an ordinary warrior, otherwise he would not dare to come to the Holy Spirit College registration.

At the same time, seeing the result of the fight between the two, Murray's eyes froze for a moment, with a look of deep fear in his eyes. Judging from the power of the true energy that escaped, the strength of this dead fat man was obviously stronger than that of the old man. Stronger than him, he underestimated the other party.

"Fatty Rong, you can't even beat a mere outsider with a fourth-level true martial arts. What face do you have standing in the ranks of nobles? Get out."

A young man in white in front said coldly.

"Bai Dongyi, this kid is weird, and his actual combat power is much higher than his cultivation base. Don't laugh at me, if you have the ability, do it yourself."

Fat Zai Rong said with a sullen face, looking at Zhao Letian, his eyes were full of jealousy, just based on the palm just now, he can be sure that Zhao Letian's strength is much stronger than him, and the two are not at the same level of.

"Don't make excuses if you're useless. No matter how strong a mere fourth-level true martial artist is, how strong can he be? Go aside and see how I teach him."

Bai Dongyi said disdainfully, and walked over, his body exuded the powerful aura of the sixth level of true martial arts.

"Okay, I want to see how you teach him."

Fat Boy Rong said in a strange way, and walked aside.

"Boy, you are capable of defeating Fatty Rong, but I will let you understand that the capital is not comparable to your small rural place. You'd better be honest here, let alone try to provoke the locals. Otherwise you will die miserably."

Standing in front of Zhao Letian, Bai Dongyi's aura had climbed to the peak, and the spreading fluctuations of true energy hit Zhao Letian like a storm. He seemed to want to use his momentum to directly crush Zhao Letian.

"If you want to do it, hurry up, if you don't do it, get out."

Zhao Letian put his hands behind his back, allowing the opponent's breath to attack at will, without any fear on his face, and said indifferently.

He didn't know why he provoked these locals, was it because he was on the wrong team?If this can be used as an excuse to fight, there is no need for him to argue with these people. This is a group of dandies who are usually arrogant and used to it. They will not reason with him at all. If there is any problem, just use your fists to solve it Enough.

"Very good, you still dare to be arrogant in front of me. It seems that you will stop crying when you see the coffin. One yuan punch, kill."

Bai Dong laughed back in anger, and punched him.

"Ben Thunder Fist."

Zhao Letian let out a deep drink, raised his fist wrapped in electric arc, and greeted him.

"boom!"

A circle of more powerful power of true essence spread out, frightening everyone around to dodge. As a result, Bai Dong stepped back five steps in a row before he stabilized his body. There was a burst of numbness and trembling.

On the other hand, Zhao Letian only took three steps back, his breathing was steady, and his face was as usual.

"A mere person of the fourth level of true martial arts can have such strength. Boy, I admit that I underestimated you. Are you a monster genius in that super tribe, is it the Sirius tribe, or the Snow Eagle tribe?"

Bai Dong stared intently at Zhao Letian, not daring to belittle him anymore.

"You are also very strong. A mere sixth-level true martial artist can actually make me take three steps back. You are much stronger than trash. As for which tribe I come from, you don't need to know."

Zhao Letian said indifferently.

Bai Dongyi's face darkened suddenly, is he much better than trash?Is Zhao Letian praising him, or scolding him?
"Bai Dongyi, didn't you want to teach him a lesson, why did you get taught a lesson yourself instead?"

Fatty Rong at the side said sarcastically.

"Shut up! What right do you have to laugh at me?"

Bai Dong gave Fat Zai Rong a cold look. Although he was defeated, he still knocked Zhao Letian back three steps, but Fat Zai Rong couldn't even make Zhao Letian take a step back.

"Before the Holy Spirit Academy, don't be presumptuous. Get out of your team and return to your own team. Those two outsiders, you are on the wrong team. Go to the other team."

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a black robe walked out of the academy, with a strong aura, and impressively possessed a powerful cultivation in the Zongwu realm.

(End of this chapter)