Chapter 147 Yi Yu shows his power, the embarrassed son of the academy, and the arrival of the great elder
Just as many people were guessing.
In the distance, there was golden light and purple clouds. A group of people arrived. They were Jun Xiaoyao and others.
Wu Mingyue, Yi Yu and others also came with him.
Jun Lingcang brought Jun Daolin and Jun Xiyu.
The atmosphere immediately changed when the Jun family arrived.
That aura was not comparable to the geniuses of ordinary forces.
"As expected of the Jun family, one of the three royal families, with the Jun family's son of God and the double pupil, the rest of the sequence is also very powerful." Some elders of the forces sighed.
Feeling this momentum, the faces of Yin Yang Shengzi and others also changed.
"Why are you all gathered at the door?" Jun Xiaoyao, dressed in white, snow-white and spotless, stood on the head of the nine-headed lion, like a transcendent immortal.
"The Holy Spirit Academy has a saying of passing three levels, which can test the strength and potential of a genius." Jun Linglong explained.
"So that's how it is. Who set up this kind of situation? It's so boring." Jun Xiaoyao said disapprovingly.
"Cousin, don't you have the interest to challenge?" Jun Lingcang said.
He also noticed Yi Yu beside Jun Xiaoyao. That aura surprised him.
Jun Xiaoyao and others landed at the gate of the Holy Spirit Academy.
Jin Lie saw the nine-headed lion under Jun Xiaoyao's seat, and immediately raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Nine-headed lion, you are at least a top-level ancient royal family with the same reputation as my clan. You are willing to be someone else's mount. Don't you feel ashamed?"
The nine-headed lion was stunned, and all nine heads glanced at Jin Lie.
It had already completely surrendered to Jun Xiaoyao, and even Jiuling Yuansheng asked it to follow Jun Xiaoyao.
And after following Jun Xiaoyao, the nine-headed lion realized how cool it was to hold the thigh of a big boss.
"It's impossible for me to leave my master. It's impossible in this life. Everyone in the Jun family is talented and so powerful. I love being here."
This sentence made the whole place fall into silence.
The dignified nine-headed lion turned into this appearance, which was really speechless.
"Nine-headed lion, you..." Jin Lie was so angry that he was fuming.
"Amitabha, you and I have a fate. Why don't you follow me?" Fahai chanted a Buddhist name and walked out.
"Who are you?" The nine-headed lion said disdainfully.
Fahai smiled slightly and said, "I am the Buddhist son of Xiao Xitian, Fahai."
"What, Xiao Xitian?" The nine-headed lion was shocked, and his hair stood up, with an extremely alert expression.
Hearing the name of Xiao Xitian, it trembled.
After all, its ancestors were suppressed by the emperor of Buddhism and turned into mounts and guardian gods.
The nine-headed lion also hated Xiao Xitian very much.
"Fahai?" Jun Xiaoyao's eyes turned.
Why is this name so familiar? It feels like a bald monk with violent tendencies in the previous life.
"Donor Jun, this nine-headed lion is destined to be with me. I wonder if you can give it up." Fahai was still smiling.
Jun Xiaoyao didn't say anything, but stretched out his palm, and the surging magic power burst out and pressed towards Fahai.
The smile on Fahai's face suddenly changed. He stretched out his hand, pinched the lotus seal, and fought against Jun Xiaoyao's palm.
Bang!
After a loud noise, Fahai flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, raising dust.
Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene.
That was the Buddhist son of Xiaoxitian, and he was shaken away with one hand.
Although Fahai was caught off guard, the more important thing was that Jun Xiaoyao was strong.
"You..." Fahai stood up from a pile of broken soil and dust, his face no longer as calm as before.
"Now, do you still have a connection with the nine-headed lion?" Jun Xiaoyao asked calmly.
Fahai remained silent, with a look of fear in his eyes.
Jun Xiaoyao sneered and ignored him.
He had a little respect for the real Buddhist sect.
But the so-called Buddhist disciples like Fahai were fake monks with impure six senses, so he naturally had no need to be polite.
Just as Jun Xiaoyao was about to enter the academy, the Yin-Yang Saint said, "Don't you want to break through the three levels as the son of the Jun family?"
"Why break through if it's not challenging?" Jun Xiaoyao didn't care.
This made many disciples of the Holy Spirit Academy look angry.
The three levels of the Holy Spirit Academy are well-known tests. Even the ancient heroes have left their footprints and records here.
How come it becomes unchallenging in Jun Xiaoyao's mouth?
"The attitude of the son of the Jun family is still as arrogant as ever." Xia Lan said sarcastically.
At this time, a cold shout was heard.
"How dare you speak to the young master like this? How presumptuous!"
Yi Yu shouted coldly and took action.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, and his magic power gathered, turning into a golden bow and arrows, and shot two arrows at Yin Yang Saint Son and Xia Lan.
The arrows burning with the true fire of the sun pierced through the void, and their power was extremely powerful.
Yin Yang Saint Son and Xia Lan were both shocked and resisted hurriedly.
Yin Yang Saint Son waved his hands, as if turning into a black and white Tai Chi shield.
Xia Lan, on the other hand, burst out the breath of the emperor, and a sword of the kingly way emerged in the void, slashing away.
However, it was all useless!
The fierce arrows directly pierced through the Tai Chi shield and shattered the sword of the kingly way, and then the remaining force did not decrease, and bombarded away.
Boom! Boom!
Two earth-shattering noises were heard, accompanied by two screams.
A terrifying blood hole appeared on the bodies of Yin Yang Saint Son and Xia Lan.
The blood hole was not in the heart, not because Yi Yu shot off the target, but because he did it on purpose.
It was okay to teach these two a lesson, but if they were really killed, it would also cause some trouble for Jun Xiaoyao.
Yi Yu was still able to control this measure.
Looking at Yin Yang Saint Son and Xia Lan, who were spitting blood and in a mess, the whole audience was silent.
Then, shocked eyes turned to Yi Yu.
Most of the cultivators present did not participate in the fighting competition, so they did not know who this new person who appeared next to Jun Xiaoyao was.
"What a powerful strength, he actually severely injured the two Saint Sons of the Academy with one move!"
"Could it be that he is the descendant of some immortal force, and is a good friend of the Jun family's God Son?" Some people suspected.
Yi Yu looked around coldly and said, "I am just a follower of the Son of God. If anyone dares to provoke the Son of God again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"What!"
Yi Yu's words were like an 18-magnitude earthquake, leaving all the cultivators speechless and their eyes almost popping out.
Such a powerful young supreme being is just a follower of Jun Xiaoyao?
At this moment, many disciples of major forces completely doubted their lives.
Not to mention comparing with Jun Xiaoyao, even Jun Xiaoyao's followers are much stronger than them.
"Damn it, who is causing trouble in my Holy Spirit Academy!"
In the distance, a stern shout sounded, and an old man with fluttering white beard appeared.
There were terrifying holy realm fluctuations around him, shaking the void.
"It's the great elder of the Holy Spirit Academy, a powerful Saint Lord!" A cultivator was surprised.
The great elder of the academy, who usually disappeared without a trace, was actually alarmed.
Seeing the embarrassed and bloody Yin-Yang Saint and Xia Lan, the Great Elder's eyes twitched and anger surged in his heart.
As soon as he glanced over, he saw Jun Xiaoyao's calm and indifferent face.
"They provoked this Son of God, and my followers taught them a lesson. What, do you have any objections?"
Jun Xiaoyao put his hands behind his back and looked at the Great Elder of the Academy with a cold expression.