Chapter 114: Black Dragon Martial Robe

  The sound echoes through the martial arts arena, with a sudden gust of wind, and the waves bring up a storm.

  The disciples of Yin-Yang Institute shouted first.

  "Right, dare you fight."

  "Trash from the Yuan Dynasty, no talent to win any gold medal."

  "I can take you all down, you trash from Yuan Academy, dare to come and fight against me?"

  The shouting was chaotic and lawless. It might be because of the reputation problem of Yuanyuan Academy, but several other academies actually had students following suit and shouting along.

  As a student of Qianrou Academy, his voice was the loudest, and even the insults surpassed those of the students from Yinyang Academy.

  Hengyuan Courtyard, Leiting Courtyard, and Kongtong Courtyard were laughing and shouting as they followed. Mingxin Courtyard, Qingjian Courtyard, and Piaoyou Courtyard's disciples still had some quality, but they looked at Yuanmu Courtyard's Han Feng and others with cold eyes.

  Even if Han Feng and others had thick skin, they still frowned slightly after being scolded like this.

  Lu Fan smiled wryly, this scene reminded him of his time in Jiang City. Only back then he was alone, but now he was being scolded together with his fellow senior brothers.

  "It seems like we can't leave today, fellow seniors."

  Lu Fan smiled and said.

  Han Feng slammed the gold medal onto the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to start scolding.

  Who is he afraid of?

  Seeing Han Feng's momentum, Lu Fan and others retreated a few steps back in a knowing manner.

  Chu Hang patted Han Feng's shoulder lightly and said, "It's up to you now."

  "Don't worry about it. These bastards won't die from just being scolded."

  Qing cleared his throat and Han Feng began.

  His voice was like a loud quacking duck, and Han Feng started pointing at everyone, scolding them loudly.

  All sorts of profanity and obscenity poured out of his mouth like a string of firecrackers. The curses didn't stop, growing more fierce with each passing moment.

  On the viewing platform, several respected masters were stunned. They had never seen anyone who could scold so well, and it was a group scolding at that. Judging from the situation, people from all eight major divisions couldn't even outscold him.

  Han Feng's voice grew louder and louder, as if he had practiced a special verbal martial art.

  So many people's voices couldn't drown out his. His voice was like a needle, piercing the ears of everyone present, making it impossible not to hear him.

  Hengshan Temple's Shentu Master's eyes widened, and he said, "This is also a natural talent! Is his throat strengthened or does he have an extraordinary aura? Han Feng... Han Feng... Could it be that Han family!"

  It was as if he had thought of something, and Shentu's expression changed greatly, looking at Han Feng's completely different expression.

  If it's really as he guessed, then this Han Feng's background is quite impressive.

  A clear master stepped forward, pointing at Xingyuan's nose and said: "You old white hair, do you really think that the First Yuan Institute is not capable? Alright, let's bet! Put out your stakes. We're starting now!"

  Xingyuan Shizun let out a cold snort and flung out a black martial artist robe.

  The embroidery on top is dull and dragon-like in pattern, looking ordinary at first glance, but with a subtle glow within.

  "One Black Dragon Warrior Cloak, this is the bet, isn't it enough?!"

  Upon hearing the words "Black Dragon Martial Robe", all the other masters cast sideways glances.

  The Dean's face changed slightly, and he said: "Xingyuan, do you really want to take this thing out? This is a robe made of black dragon skin, it's very rare."

  Xingyuan Dao: "It's not hard to get, I won't take it out then. Yiqing, call your disciples up on stage and let me see their abilities."

  Yi Qing looked at the black dragon martial robe and suddenly burst into a brilliant smile on his face.

  He turned his head and shouted loudly at Han Feng one by one.

  "Han Feng, all of you come up here, there's work to be done."

  A clear voice like a thunderous bell shook the sky, much louder than Han Feng's voice.

  Hearing a clear shout, Han Feng hastily covered his mouth.

  Daoguang patted Lu Fan and others on the back: "Hurry up, there's a deal."

  Lu Fan and others smiled and went back on stage, the principal waved his hand at other elite students: "You go first."

  The other disciples nodded in agreement, while Yan Qing's face wore a playful smile, thinking to himself, "Master is going to get rid of the people from the First Yuan Institute."

  It's about time these one-yuan hospital guys got taught a lesson.

  After tricking them, he would go out of his way to find trouble with Yuan's family again.

  The crowd of students dispersed, and on the high platform, only Han Feng and others were left.

  It's possible that the argument with Han Feng just now made all the other students in the lower ranks angry, so when they saw Han Feng and others go back on stage, a group of students shouted from below.

  "Kill them."

  "Trash from the Yuan Institute, remember this, don't let me run into you again outside."

  "Bastard of the One Yuan Institute. Get out of Wudao Academy."

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  The principal glared at everyone in the room and shouted, "Shut up!"

  The shouting of all the students immediately subsided. The principal frowned slightly, these elite students were scolded for two sentences and became so angry, it can be seen that their temperament is not enough.

  However, they have not been excited to the point of directly rushing up and hitting people, which shows that their self-control is still pretty good.

  It seems that we need to strengthen the quality of these ordinary students in the future. Mind and character are also a crucial part of martial arts training.

  Lu Fan and others were calm and composed, while Han Feng, who had been scolding for half a day, was all smiles.

  The dean couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this is the kind of people from Yuan Hospital, every single one of them has a thick skin that's not ordinary, and their temperaments are all similar.

  A clear teacher walked to the side of Han Feng and others, lowered his voice and said: "You few listen to me, the ground-level martial skills are used casually. In this competition, if you dare to lose a game, when you go back, I will let you know what is called special training."

  Han Feng's whole body shook when he heard the two words "special training".

  Chu Xing and Chu Tian were slightly better off, but their faces also changed slightly.

  Only Master Brother and Lu Fan were calm, but Master Brother was simply not afraid of special training, while Lu Fan completely didn't know what special training was.

  Xingyuan Shizun stepped forward a few steps, pointing at the many disciples of the Yin-Yang Academy and said: "Leng Han, Hua Yu, Tian Bu Qing, Jiu Shang, Yu Hua, you few come up here."

  Those whose names were called by Xing Yu stepped onto the stage immediately.

  Inside were two names that Lu Fan found familiar - Leng Han and Yu Hua. Weren't they his defeated subordinates?

  Five people stepped onto the stage, and Xingyuan Shizun said in a cold voice: "You five will exchange blows with the five students from Yiyuan Academy. Let them know what kind of students the Martial Arts Academy should have."

  Five people responded loudly, with three of them full of disdain on their faces, but two others had cold sweat dripping down their foreheads.

  These two people were none other than Leng Han and Yu Hua, who knew the true strength of Yi Yuan Institute.

  When they saw Lu Fan's face that left a deep impression on them, Yu Hua began to tremble with his palms, and Leng Han's eyes were bloodshot, staring tightly at Lu Fan's neck, where his martial badge was.

  Han Feng smiled lightly and said: "These miscellaneous fish still dare to fight with us. Fellow brothers, what should we do?"

  The senior brother looked up and took a glance, saying: "Not one of them is worthy of me taking action. Han Feng, you guys handle it. I'll go down and take a seat."

  "Chu Tian slightly shook his head and said: 'Mm, I don't feel like taking action either. Han Feng, Chu Xing, Lu Fan, you guys handle it.'"

  Han Feng, Lu Fan and Chu Xing exchanged a glance, all with a look of helplessness on their faces.

  Han Feng sighed and said: "It's good if you can be like your master."