Fan Qing still looked like he was smiling, "Or kowtow and call me, oh, no, how could I have a beastly son like you? Or do you kowtow and learn to bark a few times, and I will reward you a few more?"
The hall was laughing, and a man with a slightly stronger strength said, "Why are you laughing at me! Child, you have a habit! Do you dare to compete with me? If I win, I will give me all the money you have!"
Fan Qing curled the corner of her mouth, "Then what happened? Otherwise, I won't make things difficult for you if you lose. After all, they are all classmates. If you lose, you will go to the street outside the college to run naked?"
The man said disdainfully, "Okay! As long as you win!"
Jumped down from the upper floor and bowed in front of Fan Qing, "Eagle Thunder, thirteen years old, four-star demon, thunder magician, war spirit: soft sword."
Everyone scattered into a circle, and Fan Qing also bowed, "Fan Qing, eight years old, two-star demon, two-type magician of wood and earth, war spirit: Jiao Weiqin."
Before the competition, self-reporting information is the basic rule, and this must be followed.
Ying Lei was stunned when he heard the name, "So you are Fan Qing!" But so what about the two-type system? The difference between one star is the gap, not to mention that the difference between them is two stars, he will definitely win this money!
But this is only for ordinary people. Is Fan Qing also a normal person? The answer is of course no.
The Eagle Thunder transformed into a soft sword. The overall look was no different from ordinary weapons, but the whole body was shining with a crimson purple color. If it was touched, the damage would definitely not be small.
He took the initiative and attacked Fan Qing with a soft sword. She avoided it from the side, but the characteristics of the soft sword were soft and changeable. With a turn, it hooked Fan Qing's ankle and a numbness came.
Fan Qing directly pulled his neck, hooked his head, and kicked his waist. The eagle thunder fell to the ground with a "bang". Fan Qing asked her head to pull back, and the power on her feet became heavier and heavier, and a sudden electric current slashed.
Fan chuckled softly, raised his toes backwards, leaned back, and turned to the front, and lightning struck him straight on, and he spread his hands at the right time. The eagle thunder was twitching due to electric shock. When the current disappeared, vines tied him up, and the vines gradually became more and more, and he was tied into a silkworm pupa.
Fan Qing hung her in the air and asked with a smile, "How is it? Is it fun? Do you admit defeat?"
With his fingers moved, the eagle thunder was hung upside down in the air. His blood flowed backwards. He almost vomited out the overnight meal, and his face began to turn blue, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"
Fan Qing didn't mean to let her go, "I gave up? I want it, right? I'll wait, if there is no...you know the consequences."
Ying Lei couldn't breathe, and didn't care what she said, and agreed. Fan Qing said to everyone upstairs, "Who else wants to try it? This person is so useless! I gave up before I started playing. It's really boring."