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This hexagonal pavilion is built on a cliff and does not have exquisite decorations such as carved beams and painted roads. It is natural and simple, and seems to be integrated with the surrounding heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.

Although there is no plaque with the name written on it hanging on the hexagonal pavilion, Ou Chuyang knew that it must be Qingyun Pavilion. Since he asked Hua Wushang for a while, he has already had a lot of experience.

This hexagonal pavilion is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the environment is elegant. It is a good place to calmly and concentrate on playing the piano and flute. It is the most suitable one for the name of "Qingyun".

On one side of Qingyun Pavilion, there is a wide view, and on the other side is a green grass as flat as a velvet carpet. Twenty or thirty students have sat on the ground on the grass more than ten feet long and wide, and Ou Chuyang came relatively early.

"Let's sit in front a little and you will hear it clearly later." Ou Chuyang, who won the "Three Good Students" award countless times, naturally pulled Gongsun Yan to the middle of the fifth row and sat down, waiting for class.

The students who arrived early were basically old students. It seems that they failed the first year's assessment, which gave them great excitement. In the second year, they began to study hard in the first class and wanted to avenge their previous shame.

Wen Jialiang did not come in advance. Maybe he had something to do last night and was busy very late.

Ou Chuyang quickly calmed down and seized the wisp of time to practice like the old student in front of him.

Gradually, there were more and more students on the mountain road. The grass in front of Qingyun Pavilion was slowly filled with more than a hundred people. A total of 153 students had already arrived. At this time, there was about one stick of incense before the class time at 3:00.

Ou Chuyang was sitting upright and practicing with concentration, when a very unfriendly voice suddenly sounded on his head:

"You two, get up."

When he looked up, he saw that Yin Tianze, the young master of Tiangang Sect, who was one of the four major masters of this year, was standing next to him that very unfriendly roommate - Park Jung-chang.

Gongsun Yan lowered his head, stood up, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you?"

Park Jung-chang hugged his arms and said contemptuously: "Can you two wastes sit in this position? Why don't you get out of here!"

"It was clearly Ou Chuyang and I who sat here first, so we always had to say that we would come first and then come." Gongsun Yan defended himself.

Park Jung-chang scolded, "If you tell me to get out, get out! There is no such a lot of nonsense."

Gongsun Yan lowered his head and said nothing, preparing to give up his seat. Seeing that Ou Chuyang was motionless, he pulled his sleeve, "Brother Ou..."

Ou Chuyang glanced at Park Jung-chang and Yin Tianze indifferently, then closed his eyes and continued to practice, treating Park Jung-chang and Yin Tianze as air.

Park Jung-chang glared at his little eyes and said angrily: "Are you talking to you? Are you deaf? Get out of the way."

"Talk to me, please speak." Ou Chuyang didn't raise his eyes.

"Boom!" More than a hundred students around were suddenly in an uproar.

"Isn't that a poor boy Ou Chuyang? He has a pretty stubborn temper."

"I dare to ignore Yin Tianze. I really don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. I think he is simply the stone in the pit, smelly and hard."

"It's really stinky. It's hard to say whether it's hard or not. Now he is simply protecting him by the Academy's rules that prohibit private fights. Otherwise, would he be a mere sword servant dare to talk to Park Jung-chang, who is a sword master at the small-sung level?"

"According to me, Park Jung-chang is too domineering. Can he be rampant with Yoon Tianze's power?"

"What can you do if the world is like this? If it were you, would you give it or not?"

"I……"

"Okay, OK, the show will start soon, you all say less."

"Yes, yes, yes, watch the show first and see how Park Jung-chang deals with Ou Chu-yang."

As he was talking about it, Park Jung-chang became even more arrogant. He leaned over and grabbed Ou Chuyang's collar, and said angrily: "Little-Miscellaneous! Is it shameless to be so?"

Ou Chuyang opened his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Let go of your dirty hands, otherwise don't blame me for being polite."

"Hahahaha!" Park Jung-chang laughed in anger, "Okay, I really want to see, why are you, a little sword servant, not polite to me?"

Seeing that the scene became more and more stiff, Gongsun Yan quickly advised: "Brother Ou, let it go. Be calm for a while and take a step back and the sky is wide open. Why bother with the length of this day?"

"Some people, if you tolerate him for a moment, he will feel that you are weak and bullied; if you let him take a step, he will be more and more aggressive." Ou Chuyang said with a sigh: "Yesterday he occupied your house, and today he will rob your seat. If you tolerate it, he will take your woman tomorrow, and he will take your life the day after tomorrow! Tell me, how do you tolerate it and how can you retreat?"

Gongsun Yan's face turned red and speechless.

"You have to endure it even if you can't, and you have to give in if you don't! Otherwise, you don't have to wait until tomorrow. I'll tell you to look good now!" Park Jung-chang smiled coldly, and tried his best to lift Ou Chuyang up.

"Looking for death!" Ou Chuyang shouted angrily, clamped Park Jung-chang's wrist with one hand, pressed his shoulder against his armpits, and suddenly exerted force, and threw Park Jung-chang's tall and big body heavily to the ground.

There was an uproar around him.

"Wow! Ou Chuyang really dares to do it... Is he really good or has little brains..."

"He actually smashed Park Jung-chang to the ground in an instant... How did he do?"

"Park Jung-chang is simply an embroidered pillow. The dignified swordsman was actually beaten down by a sword servant."

"You are so he? He actually attacked me!" Park Jung-chang was not injured with sword energy protecting his body. He roared wildly, turned over and rushed towards Ou Chuyang.

"I don't know how to live or die!" Ou Chuyang snorted coldly, put Park Jung-chang's fist on his right palm, and gave him sideways, hooked Park Jung-chang's support foot, then turned his palm into claws, tightly clamped his pulse, and used force to make a pound of pounds, which made Park Jung-chang's body, which was nearly 200 pounds, fell a dog-eat-shit.

"Woo—Wow—" Park Jung-chang hissed, so angry that he couldn't speak. He turned over and got up and rushed towards Ou Chuyang again.

"Puu!" Park Jung-chang fell and chewed the mud.

"Puu!" Park Jung-chang fell four feet towards the sky.

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Park Jung-chang was holding his hands on the ground, panting heavily, and Ou Chuyang threw seven or eight times, making him angry and his eyes filled with smoke.

"Be honest and lie down! Otherwise, you will fall down once when you get up, and you can try it if you don't believe me?" Ou Chuyang stretched out his hand and stroked his long hair on his forehead. He has been practicing fighting skills since he was a child. How can a person who practices swords alone be able to compare with this world? If he doesn't use the sword and does not move the sword energy, Ou Chuyang will definitely fight the world invincible.

The students around were dumbfounded and speechless.

The sword servant Ou Chuyang actually beat the sword servant Park Jung-chang so hard that he couldn't get up? This is incredible... Who is the sword servant of these two people? Why does it feel like they are completely reversed...

Moreover, Park Jung-chang and Yin Tianze were obviously together. Ou Chuyang was beating Park Jung-chang in person, and he did not give Yin Tianze any face at all... Ou Chuyang, a rural local bun, had no idea how powerful the wealthy sect was...

"Interesting and interesting! I didn't expect that I would see such a fun scene in class on the first day. That big man, you should get up and continue to fight." A handsome young man walked over to Shi Shiran, the last young genius who came to sign up yesterday. Tang Yurong, who looked shy, looked next to him.

Damn, after only one night, I went out and went in the right place? Ou Chuyang secretly admired him. A man is handsome and does have an advantage... Although Ou Chuyang thinks he is not as good as the sky, he has to write a capital "costume" in front of Feng Aoyu.

"Are you convinced?" Ou Chuyang lowered his head and asked Park Jung-chang, "If you still want to fight, then stand up and don't be afraid. If you dare not fight, write the word "天" on the ground. Don't wander in front of me again in the future, which will annoy me."

The audience was silent, and one hundred and fifty-two pairs of eyes looked at Park Jung-chang together.

"I'm convinced - are you?" Park Jung-chang shouted, and suddenly pulled out his sword with a "cang lang".
Chapter completed!