Super Student's Three-realms Army

Even if it was the 'old freaks' of China who haven't appeared in seclusion for many years, they would probably have to be cautious, right?    

Therefore, even if they had to take ten thousand steps back, they were not afraid of Zhang Xiaofanngui as a sacred art master!    

After hearing the man mention the "24 times large formation," Leng Yue's pair of cold eyes also flickered with a strange light.    

Even though she subconsciously felt that just with their Chiyuv Hall, they would be able to get the "Three Saints".    

With the addition of the "24 of the Underworld", he had a good chance of winning against Zhang Wutian.    

Furthermore, Zhang Wutian was the person their Shennong Hall paid the most attention to, the "peerless genius" who had the highest hopes of inheriting Chi You Divine Spirit!    

If Zhang Wutian could be accepted as one of their Chiyuv Hall.    

In that case, in ten years time, during the competition for the title of chivalrous hero, their Chiyuv Hall would have the ability to compete with Shennong Hall and the Lie Mountain Hall, and even if they had to compete with each other, they would have the qualifications to compete with each other!    

"We mustn't lose the opportunity, we won't lose it again!"    

"In that case, the three of us will attack together and use the twenty-four formation to subdue him."    

"If we allow this child to continue growing up like this, then we can only ask our Chiyuv Hall, Hall Master, to have the hope of winning!"    

After a short discussion, the three of them came to a decision and made a decision. They were about to set off for White Stone Mountain.    

Suddenly, Leng Yue's gaze changed and he stopped in his tracks once again.    

"Leng Yue, what's wrong?!"    

Noticing Leng Yue's weird behavior, the other two people also felt that the aura around Leng Yue's body was clearly in chaos. They couldn't help but ask in concern.    

"Wow!"    

Leng Yue turned a deaf ear to their questions. Her cherry lips slightly opened, her pretty face turned pale, and she opened her mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood mist. Her entire aura also became dispirited.    

Leng Yue covered his left chest with his hand. Dark red blood gushed out like spring water. It gushed out, passed through the gaps between his fingers, and sprinkled onto the ground.    

Seeing the scene in front of their eyes, the faces of the two Chiyuv Hall Saints also stiffened, as they said in disbelief.    

"Leng Yue, how did you suffer such serious internal injuries?"    

Compared to the concern of her companions, Leng Yue's own eyes were filled with disbelief.    

She slowly moved her right hand away and saw that from her left shoulder all the way to her chest, there was actually a deep crimson fist imprint that was shocking to the eye, so deep that even the bones were visible!    

Looking at the scarlet fist imprint on his left chest, Leng Yue finally recalled the scene where he fought against Zhang Xiaofann's Lava Fist Astral half an hour ago.    

Back then, Leng Yue had even naively believed that he had used his true energy to forcefully change the trajectory of the Lava Fist Astral.    

In reality, it wasn't. All of this was just Leng Yue's imagination.    

However, Zhang Xiaofann's punch was too fast and too domineering. It was so fast that it far surpassed the scope of Leng Yue's perception.    

This caused her brain to not even feel the most basic of pain as the Fist Astral grazed past her shoulders, leaving behind a red imprint of a fist …