() After Zhang Long casually glanced at Su Qingchen, his eyes were fixed on him, and he was slightly startled. He couldn't help but have a thought: I have not admitted my mistake about this boss, and he is worthy of me, Zhang Long, being willing to be my younger brother for the rest of his life.
After Wang Xing and the others learned the truth, they kept encouraging Su Qingchen. Su Qingchen's head was in a mess because of the confusion. He originally wanted to guess what Xie Qian was going to do and make some preparations in advance, but Wang Xing and the other three made a fuss.
Su Qingchen said directly in her heart: May God bless you.
After the lunch break, Wang Xing and the other three pushed Su Qingchen out of the dormitory. When they opened the door, they were startled and shouted in unison: "Idiot."
After the dormitory building was silent for a few seconds, a thunderous "wocao" sound came from across from Su Qingchen and the others, which shocked them several steps back. In the end, Zhang Long was slow to react for a moment and was stepped on by Wang Xing and Zhu Ming.
He stopped his left and right legs and fell backward.
"boom"
With a loud noise, Su Qingchen and others looked back, sighed helplessly, and then lowered their heads, mourning for a few seconds of silence for Zhang Long who fell to the ground. When they came to their senses and turned to look outside the door again, they were filled with darkness.
A group of people had disappeared, even their shadows were gone.
"My grass"
As soon as the third "wo cao" sound sounded in this moment, Wang Xing and the other two pushed Su Qingchen and ran towards the competition venue. In an instant, Zhang Long was the only one left in the entire dormitory building. After rubbing his head, he felt a little depressed.
Looking at the empty field in front of him, he immediately came back to his senses, stretched out his hands and shouted: "Boss, I'm tired of playing. I'm coming back. I can't participate in the competition." While shouting, Zhang Long ran out wildly.
The moment Su Qingchen entered the venue, an ominous premonition appeared in his mind. He looked around and saw the dark crowd, frowned, and then comforted himself: he was too nervous and a little distracted. After taking a deep breath,
Put away your somewhat panicked mind.
After Su Qingchen ordered Wang Xing to notify Yin Ting to place the bet, Su Qingchen quickly squeezed into the crowd and stepped onto the competition ring with Wang Xing and others leading the way. Just as he was about to say hello to everyone in the audience, he heard the crowd
Zhang Long shouted from outside: "Boss, don't compare..." When he said the fifth word, Zhang Long's voice was drowned by the noise, and his figure disappeared into the vast sea of people.
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When Wang Xing went to notify Yin Ting, he had already asked Liu Yun and Zhu Ming to lead the students from the civilian class to entertain Zhang Long after he appeared at the venue. Therefore, Zhang Long was spotted by the sharp-eyed Ju Ming as soon as he appeared, and was later spotted by the students from the civilian class.
Being in the middle, enjoying the treatment of being a super celebrity.
When Su Qingchen on the stage saw Lu Fei on stage, his face changed slightly. He looked at Lu Yun with some confusion and asked, "Why is it you? Where is that boy Xie Qian?"
Lu Fei grinned: "Well, Su Qingchen, what did we say before? It's been more than half a month since you disappeared. If I hadn't known that you were competing with Boss Xie this time, I would have begged for a long time before agreeing to let me participate.
During the competition, otherwise it would be difficult for me to find you."
"You think I want to, it's forced by circumstances, forced by circumstances," Su Qingchen said in a low voice while rubbing his head in embarrassment.
"They are all men, I understand, I understand, but I do admire you for how dare you offend the violent sisters like this." Lu Fei said with a hint of sympathy in his smile, as if something would happen to Su Qingchen in the next moment.
As soon as Lu Fei finished speaking, Xie Qian appeared on the stage with a cold face and looked at Su Qingchen: "You are still intact, I have to admire you. It seems that your reputation will soon surpass mine.
If you can escape this difficulty, I, Xie Qian, am quite willing to make you my friend." As he said this, Xie Qian cast an approving look at Su Qingchen.
Su Qingchen looked puzzled and looked at Lu Fei and Xie Qian with some confusion. What were they talking about? Why couldn't I understand a word? At this time, Su Qingchen accidentally glanced at the stage and suddenly felt a pair of evil eyes.
Staring at himself, his heart tightened and cold sweat broke out on his back.
"The bet between you and me is divided into three rounds and two wins. In the first round, you and Lu Fei will complete the championship battle of the freshman competition, and I will assist Lu Fei to fight against you. I hope you can tell the story with a perfect battle.
Student of Stan College, you are well-deserved for your title of champion." Lu Fei's face returned to a cold look, and he said with a slightly encouraging tone.
Su Qingchen frowned slightly, opened his eyes wide, looked at Xie Qian in shock, and squeezed out one word from between his teeth: "What?"
"Get ready, the first game begins." Xie Qian said lightly. When he finished speaking, a faint light appeared on his body. A blue silver flower quietly appeared in the palm of his hand, and a golden soul line connected to the heart of the flower.
On Lu Fei's body, Lu Fei shuddered, and then he calmed down. While the Soul Art was running, a green long sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and the sword spirit rotated and was held in the palm of his right hand.
Su Qingchen frowned, and in desperation, he activated the Heaven-Devouring Technique. The small sword spirit appeared in the palm of his right hand. He clenched it with his backhand and glanced at Lu Fei. Then the figure of Shi Feng Ling appeared in the air in a flash, and Lu Fei's figure moved.
In that instant, Su Qingchen flew straight away like an arrow from the string.
Su Qingchen slid lightly on Lu Fei's sword spirit. Su Qingchen turned around in the air and jumped directly over Lu Fei's head. He kicked Lu Fei's neck hard with his right foot. In an instant, golden light flashed and Lu Fei's speed suddenly increased.
While jumping forward, he dodged Su Qingchen's blow.
Lu Fei was shocked. He had just broken through to a low-level spirit. He didn't expect that Su Qingchen had also reached a low-level. If the speed is so abnormal and evil, no wonder Xie Qian wanted to assist me. With my fast sword, it is impossible to do anything now.
He was no match for Su Qingchen. He sighed and shouted "Ghost Secret" in his heart.
Lu Fei's figure disappeared from the spot like a ghost. With the full assistance of the fifth-level spirit master Xie Qian, the soul technique, which was supposed to increase the attack speed, increased its speed to the limit, surpassing Su Qingchen's Killing Feng Ling.
Under Su Qingchen's surprised eyes, Lu Fei's attack had already appeared in front of him. The oncoming strong wind blew Su Qingchen's black hair. In an instant, Su Qingchen raised his right hand fiercely and blocked it diagonally above his eyes, barely resisting Lu Fei's attack.
After this strange blow, he took a few steps back.
Before he could stabilize his body, Lu Fei struck again with his second attack. In desperation, Su Qingchen could only give up his leaning back posture, clenched the sword spirit with his right hand and raised it again, and with a tight touch, Su Qingchen felt as if his roots were cut off.
The big tree fell straight onto the table.
After everyone screamed, Su Qingchen fell to the ground and slapped the table with his left hand. The moment the soul power contained in the palm of his hand touched the table, a rebound force shook Su Qingchen's figure off the table. In an instant, Su Qingchen
He put away his soul and used all his strength to kill Feng Ling. He dodged straight to the right corner of the fighting platform, then exerted force on his waist and stood firmly on the platform.