2992: C2992 Arabian Nights

C2992 Arabian Nights

After Qu Sheng lost.

The Sacred Courtyard was completely silent.

At this moment.

Tang Qingshan taunted without restraint: "The strongest martial cultivation genius in your Sacred Courtyard is only mediocre. He didn't even force me to use my trump card. Trash, is simply trash."

As soon as he said that.

Beneath the Sacred Courtyard's martial stage.

The billions of Holy Academy students were extremely aggrieved.

No matter how frustrated they were, there was nothing they could do!

Because no one was a match for Tang Qingshan.

Meanwhile, Qu Sheng came down from the martial cultivation platform, battered and exhausted.

His illustrious name, Qu Sheng's entire life, was completely destroyed by Tang Qingshan.

"Are all the students of the Sacred Courtyard trash?" "Are there still students in the Holy Academy that dare to challenge me?" Tang Qingshan's voice, which contained Spiritual Qi, spread throughout the whole Sacred Courtyard.

Today, he came to the Sacred Courtyard. Not only did he want to defeat the strongest martial cultivation genius of the Sacred Courtyard.

Not only that, but he also wanted to shatter the hearts of the Sacred Courtyard students' martial arts.

At this moment.

The Sacred Courtyard became even quieter.

There was no sound at all.

The sound of a pin dropping could be heard!

"You guys didn't say anything, and didn't come to challenge me. Are you admitting that you're all trash?" Tang Qingshan swept a glance at the students of the Sacred Courtyard and asked word by word.

Arrogant.

Domineering.

Powerful.

He was like a god looking down on an ant.

At this moment, Tang Qingshan was in such a state.

After an unknown period of time.

The students of the Holy Courtyard whispered to each other.

"There is still one more student in the Sacred Courtyard. He might be able to defeat Tang Qingshan."

"Who is it!?" You must be joking! Even Qu Sheng was not Tang Qingshan's opponent. There was no student in the Sacred Courtyard who could defeat Tang Qingshan. "

"Lin Fei might be able to defeat Tang Qingshan. Lin Fei was born to create a miracle. Unfortunately, Lin Fei is currently in closed-door seclusion."

"..."

As they whispered.1

They all thought of Lin Fei.

Yesterday, Lin Fei even killed Zhang Chou.

Lin Fei and Tang Qingshan exchanged blows.

Lin Fei still had a possibility of defeating Tang Qingshan.

Amongst the crowd.

Qu Sheng shouted loudly: "You guys think too highly of Lin Fei. Although Lin Fei is a monstrous genius, but, Lin Fei can't even beat me, so how can I defeat Tang Qingshan?"

He didn't believe it.

No matter what, Qu Sheng didn't believe that Lin Fei could defeat Tang Qingshan.

Qu Sheng believed that even Lin Fei was no match for him.

And he was not Tang Qingshan's opponent.

If Lin Fei wanted to defeat Tang Qingshan, it would be akin to a fantasy story.

This was what Qu Sheng had said.

Initially, the students of the Holy Academy were optimistic that Lin Fei would be able to defeat Tang Qingshan.

However, right now, almost no one was optimistic about Lin Fei defeating Tang Qingshan.

From their point of view, what Qu Sheng had said had an extremely high level of credibility.

Since Qu Sheng had already said so.

Then, Lin Fei would probably not be able to defeat Tang Qingshan again.

"Lin Fei? "I've never even heard of it. How could a nameless junior defeat Tang Qingshan?" Jian Ying snorted disdainfully.

It was only today that Jian Ying returned to the Sacred Courtyard.

Hence, the matter of Lin Fei creating a series of miracles.

She had no idea.

She was extremely respectful to Tang Qingshan.

As for Lin Fei, she felt that he should be a trash. Even Lin Fei did not have the courage to challenge Tang Qingshan.

If Lin Fei really had the strength to defeat Tang Qingshan.

Lin Fei had already challenged Tang Qingshan.

However, even after scolding for so long, Lin Fei did not challenge Tang Qingshan.

From this, it could be seen that even Lin Fei himself felt that it was impossible for him to defeat Tang Qingshan.

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