"Hey, we are the one who said thank you. And..." Everyone looked at each other, and one of them whispered, "Sorry, please forgive us for our disdain for you before."

In the academy, they looked down on Yan Qi and thought he was thin and weak, but they never thought that he was saved by others now.

"Heh, it's okay." Yan Qi was taken aback, then smiled relievedly.

His head is buzzing now, not thinking about anything, just closing his eyes and taking a good rest.

but……

"Damn it!" Yang Shan stood up from the ground, staring at Yan Qi with a grim look, "Fortunately, I activated the body protection magic weapon in time. Otherwise, if I was struck by the thunder just now, I would lose my skin if I didn't die."

"How could it?!" Looking at Yangshan, who was not actually hurt, everyone was shocked.

They didn't expect that he would survive such an amazing thunder.

Yang Shan glanced at his colleague who fell on the ground, his eyes gloomy.

He had an inescapable responsibility for the outcome of the battle that he thought was a sure victory.

"I want to smash your corpses into thousands of pieces!" He stared at Yan Qi, his eyes were like breathing fire, "Use your blood to pay homage to them."

Facing the angry Yangshan, Yan Qi felt a wave of weakness in his heart, and now he could no longer cast spells.

Moreover, several seniors and senior sisters, their strength is not as good as Yangshan, they are still wounded, how can they be able to stop?

Yang Shan walked over step by step, the scimitar in his hand gleaming with icy cold light.

He raised the scimitar, pointed forward, and said to a senior: "Let's start with you."

When the voice fell, Yangshan's figure moved and rushed up quickly.

The senior's eyes widened, and before he could react, the scimitar penetrated his chest.

The blood splashed and splashed everyone's faces, and the warm blood made their brains blank, so scared they couldn't move.

"Die!!" Yang Shan suddenly drew out the scimitar, and slashed at the other senior sister.

"Flee, run away!" Yan Qi shouted hoarsely, but these seniors were all scared and confused, and looked at a loss.

"Ah! I played with you!!"

When they recovered, they shouted angrily and killed Xiangyang Mountain.

However, the difference in strength between them lies there, and they are just dying.

In a short while, they all died under Yangshan's scimitar, lying on the ground one by one, dying, their blood stained the scorched earth.

Yan Qi struggled, and the fear in his heart made him ignorant of physical fatigue and kept moving back.

"I can't die! I have to go back and let the Yan family pay the price." He murmured, his eyes flashing with unwillingness and anger.

"Hehe, nice expression." Yang Shan curled his lips and looked at Yan Qi with a playful look, "I missed you among so many people. I didn't expect you guys to be so good, you can show them. Such a powerful spell."

"If I'm not wrong, you should be the heir of the first family of Talisman, Yan family?"

"No, I have nothing to do with the Yan family!" Yan Qi gritted his teeth and said solemnly.

"Don't deny it!" Yang Shan squinted his eyes and said coldly: "The blue spell, only the Yan family has it."

"..." Yan Qi pondered, even if Yang Shan said so, he didn't want to admit that he was the Yan family.

"Okay." Yang Shan shrugged and said disapprovingly: "Whether you are the Yan family or not, you will die for me now."

When the voice fell, he brandished a scimitar and slashed towards Yan Qi fiercely.