Faced with this scene, a group of teachers left with dark faces.

After playing for a long time, it turned out to be the entertainment of the Mo Academy.

They were foolishly approaching and striking the fight.

Um...

I have to watch the freshmen of the Mo Academy and give more credits.

The more I think about it, the more I feel depressed.

Especially the big guy from Lingwu Academy took a deep breath and suddenly shouted: "Lingwu boys, no matter what method they use, grab the first place! If you can't get the first place, you will hang it on the tree when you go back!"

As his voice fell, a group of strong men in every corner suddenly became anxious.

It was as if the tree had some magical nature, which was frightening.

Taking advantage of the lack of defensive power, these guys charged in the streets with a ruthless charge, admitting them if they were caught, and running away if they were not caught.

There are some fish that miss the net.

"Spiritual thoughts, rush!"

"Is there a boy who shrunk?"

Lingnian's teaching director also spoke coldly.

Energy surges.

Wu Qianqiu, who was in charge, almost burst out as soon as the voice fell. A piece of paper appeared behind him, turning into invitations and smashing them down, forcing everyone to retreat and rushing to the front line.

Other students with spiritual thoughts also summoned awakened objects to flexibly avoid sudden attacks.

The teacher at the military academy had no expression on his face and had no long comments. He just said lightly: "The Third Battle Formation."

The sound fell.

The students from the second and third echelons took a deep breath, with a determined look in their eyes, surrounding the seed players of the first echelon, like guards.

Whenever someone approaches, he will launch a suicide-like impact to protect him.

It looks the most tragic.

For a moment, the pace of the knockout match suddenly accelerated.

The fight is even more tragic.

Compared with the passionate blood on the ground, the two of them continued to run wildly for the rest of their lives.

Xu Yuanqing's words were clearly transmitted into the sewer.

"Boss Yu, he was discovered."

"You run yourself..."

"I think...I think I can help you block them..."

Zhao Zicheng felt as if he had suddenly come alive until he heard Xu Yuanqing's words, and said excitedly.

In order to make the rest of your life, his expression even became solemn: "After all, you represent the Mo Academy. The honor of our college cannot be lost!"

"Boss Yu, let me go...ah, there is another puddle..."

Rumbled by.

The rest of my life had no idea of ​​stopping at all, but the speed was faster, and I kept recalling the details on the map in my mind.

The roadside is constantly changing in this complex sewer.

I could vaguely hear the dense footsteps behind me and in the surrounding passages.

Yu Sheng suddenly jumped, stepped on the wheelchair pusher with his feet, and turned his back to Zhao Zicheng.

"accelerate."

"I'll deal with it behind you."

The calm and serious voice kept echoing in the sewer.

There is no meaning of joke.

Extra focused.

Zhao Zicheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was stunned: "Boss Yu...is he serious..."

"I thought I was just trying to mess with me."

I was a little lost for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Zicheng's eyes became sharp, and the middle-second flame in his heart that had experienced strong winds, heavy rains, and mudslides had not been extinguished.

"Boss Yu!"

"Stand firmly, let's see me on the next section of the road!"

He spoke firmly and full of fighting spirit. He lowered the feather fan, stepped on the accelerator with one foot, and put one hand on the operating rod.

With the roar of the small engine, the wheelchair speed suddenly soared!

Racing in this sewer.

Extremely flexible.

The only disadvantage is that the mud and water on the ground will always be splashed on me.

But on the muddy face, Zhao Zicheng's firm gaze still flashed!

Gradually, the figure of the first reserve officer appeared behind him.

Yu Sheng slowly reached the back, took out a crossbow, raised his hand at the reserve, subconsciously aimed at the eyebrows, and finally fell down.

On the premise that people cannot be killed, there seem to be not many effective means of interception.

Fishing lines cannot be used, crossbows cannot be used, and explosives cannot be used.

Poisoning into the sewer can also cause problems.

Plans appeared in my mind, but they were wiped out one by one.

All the effective means of blocking the enemy seem to be engraved in the laws of Mo Pavilion.

Poisoning in the water is a crime of seriously endangering social security, and a kind of exile in the city of sin.

A sigh.

The first time I was upright and stood in a wheelchair, the rest of my life suddenly seemed to be much older, and I put down the crossbow in my hand powerlessly, feeling a little stunning.

"Do you yearn for the City of Sin?"

Suddenly, Yu Sheng's eyes lit up and he suddenly asked Zhao Zicheng.

In the howling wind, Zhao Zicheng shouted effortlessly: "Ah? I can't hear it! Hahaha, it's so good, so good... nause..."

Listening to Zhao Zicheng's wanton laughter, the rest of his life became even more silent.

Seeing several reserve personnel approaching in the distance, Yu Sheng raised his crossbow again and hit the ground violently, splashing mud and water.

It splashed on several people and stopped subconsciously.

The air was filled with a foul smell.

As the rest of my life was confused, my eyes gradually became brighter.

These people...

Are you afraid of even the smelly mud?

Looking at the faint gray gas coming from the air, Yu Sheng felt thoughtful, took out a small piece of soil from his schoolbag, and gently broke a corner.

Take out another windproof lighter.

ignite.

And it was thrown out at the moment of ignition and exploded at the moment of falling into the mud and water.

It is not very powerful, it is like a firecracker played with by a child.

But the mud and water that poured out gave the few people a big shower.

"vomit..."

"It's so fucking smelly!"

The faces of the two guards instantly turned dark, holding the wall and retching, and the dust gas continued to flow.

The rest of my life seemed to have found some new fun, prying it apart and throwing it out one by one.

It's like fried fish.

At this moment, he seemed to have realized one of the words in his quotes that he had never understood thoroughly.

"One sword can only kill a thousand people."

"The mop with shit can stop millions of soldiers."

For a moment... I understood.

There were cursing sounds behind him, and even the reckless men in the reserve service had already become a little messy.

Of course, if you are at the Demon Suppression Pass, you will dare to fight for any conditions.

But this is a terrible assessment...

There is no need to torture yourself.

That is a pure masochistic tendency.

As wisps of gray gas kept pouring in, the confusion of the second item in the scroll was about to disappear, but the only trace of remaining appeared and still blocked it.

A little hazy.

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Chapter completed!