Han Fengxue's voice was not loud, but it seemed to have magnetic properties. Time froze at this moment, and everyone around her had forgotten to cheer, and countless strange gazes looked at his ordinary and majestic figure, and some girls were even cynicized.

Which boy does not value righteousness, which girl does not have a heart. Her strong strength and the spirit of giving everything for her friends and brothers are enough to be respected and admired.

"Cough," a cough broke the silence at this moment. The tsunami sounded, and the onlookers began to cheer for Han Fengxue and for the brotherly feelings.

"This student, please abide by the rules of the competition. People outside the court are not allowed to interfere in the competition." An inappropriate voice sounded.

Han Fengxue turned around and looked at the referee, not expecting that human nature could be so degenerate and shameless.

"Get out of here, when someone gave in, that person continued to kill. Where did you die?" Someone couldn't help but curse.

The senior academy looked slightly red. Of course he knew what the truth was, but he knew the elder brother of the knight boy. He also knew the identity of the boy, so he ignored his personality and favored the boy. If Han Fengxue had not appeared, things might have been done, because no one would have offended the son of a powerful Count for an incompetent dead person. However, Han Fengxue's appearance broke everything, and people longed for heroes and worshipped heroes, and today Han Fengxue undoubtedly played this role.

"What's going on," Xue Heng walked over and asked.

The crowd was infuriated, and you said the whole story one by one, while the senior referee lowered his head.

He looked at Han Fengxue in surprise, and Xue Heng said lightly: "Every side is wrong in this matter." Then he pointed to Han Fengxue and said: "Although you violated the rules, it's okay to think you are trying to save people." He turned to the Cavaliers and said: "As for you, you will be disqualified, and you will not have the right to participate in all competitions in the academy in the future." Finally, he turned to the referee and said: "You, come with me."

Han Fengxue nodded. It was already good that Xue Heng could do this, and he did not get too entangled. The young man looked at Han Fengxue with resentment and said nothing.

Han Fengxue supported Leng Wuya and walked towards the dormitory.

"Young Master," I saw Canyue jogging over and said excitedly: "Young Master, you are so strong." After more than a month of college life, Canyue is no longer the rookie he used to be, and he also knows a lot about the strength. Seeing Han Fengxue easily defeating the knight with a third-level monster mount, Canyue was of course happy for him.

"Xiaoyue, as long as you practice hard, you will catch up with me sooner or later." Han Fengxue said with a smile.

"Yeah," nodded, and Canyue left with a smile.

"Your relative?" Leng Wuya said enviously when he saw the intimacy of the two.

"I saved a girl on the way, but now I am my sister." Han Fengxue said lightly.

Leng Wuya thought about something.

"I didn't expect that Xue Feng from our family is not only strong, but also kind." Qi Yu joked.

Ye, Leng Wuya's injury was able to move freely after simple treatment.

"Can you accompany me out for a walk?" Leng Wuya said to Han Fengxue. Today, Han Fengxue did not go to the dragon and phoenix dance together because of taking care of Leng Wuya.

"Of course," Han Fengxue nodded.

The bright moonlight shone on two lonely boys, who were sitting by the bridge and chatting in a low voice.

"Do you really think I'm a brother?" Leng Wuya asked in Han Fengxue's eyes.

"What do you think?" Han Fengxue asked back.

Haha, with a bitter smile, Leng Wuya said in a loss: "Of course I believe in you. There is no trace of worthless things on me, and I am still a useless waste. Maybe without you, no one will ask me if I die on the court today."

"How could you think so? Qi Yu and Wuya both care about you."

"Listen to me to tell you a story first." Leng Wuya fell into deep memories: "I was born in a declining samurai family. My ancestors were from the Martial God Empire. For generations, people in our family have very good samurai talent, but no other talent. People in the family never dared to forget their ancestral teachings, stick to a vow, and let the samurai profession shine on the continent again. However, the family's martial arts have long been lost, leaving only some low-level martial arts. For this so-called oath, they have worked hard for generations, but no one has ever been able to break through to the realm of Wuzong. The bloodline left by our ancestors makes everyone in our family have a proud body.

, No generation is willing to surrender to fate, and has been exploring countless years in the dark, but it has ended with a destructive end. It was because of the stubborn temper of the family that they had made a grudge with another powerful family that everyone refused to apologize. It was a night three years ago. When I returned to the family, I was covered with corpses, and my father, mother, and elders of the family fell in a pool of blood. I was powerless, so I could only shake my parents' bodies desperately. Unexpectedly, my father suddenly turned back and grabbed my shoulder and said, "I am unwilling to give in, I am unwilling to give in. Wuya, you must fulfill your ancestor's will, otherwise I will die with my eyes."

Leng Wuya's eyes were red and he fell into extreme pain, and he roared: "But what can I do? At the age of ten, I can only live by the pity of others. After practicing hard day and night, I finally became an intermediate warrior. But what can this change? I am also despised. Without real samurai skills, I cannot break through to the Wuzong and enter the realm of a powerful martial arts master."

After saying everything, Leng Wuya fell into silence again, and he felt much more relaxed.

Han Fengxue listened quietly to Leng Wuya’s remarks, and he found that he was actually quite lucky. He began to admire Leng Wuya’s tribe members, who persisted for a thousand years, just for a promise, how strong perseverance and belief it would take.

"No wonder Wuya is so cold, he is all given a slightest." Han Fengxue sighed in her heart.

"Wuya, do you think I am a brother?" Han Fengxue asked seriously.

"When you said that sentence in the freshman ranking battle, I knew that I had a brother in my life." Leng Wuya said seriously.

Han Fengxue had an ancient book in her hand and handed it to Leng Wuya and said, "Wuya, look at it."

Leng Wuya took it curiously and looked it up. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly stood up. His whole body trembled with excitement, his face flushed, and he said in a confused manner: "Martial...scholars...scholars...scholars...scholars...scholars...scholars...scholars."

Han Fengxue was able to fully understand Leng Wuya's mood, the thousand-year waiting, the thousand-year dream, the thousand-year persistence, and the desperate Leng Wuya finally saw a glimmer of dawn. How could he not be excited? Shouldn't he be excited?
Chapter completed!