When the junior branch competition was fierce, Yuexinhu main school was also ablaze with swords and swords.
The members of Huangqiao Hall were gearing up and fighting, but the president and first secretary did not come to the scene in person. Instead, they hid in the president's room and watched the branch's game video.
"Wanyu, you gave the sign to Fengchuitang. It seems that you are very interested in Li Xiaofeng."
Feng Shuying's intellectual face flashed with a sly smile, and she immediately saw through the good sisters' purpose, and continued leisurely: "Do you also believe that Tieyuan's defeat to Li Xiaofeng was not an accident?"
"Whether it's a coincidence or not depends on their next game."
Song Wanyu took a sip of black tea, reminiscing, and said with a smile: "Shu Ying, aren't you curious why Ouyang and the others appeared in Xindian Town, and why Li Xiaofeng was injured?"
"Oh, yes, Zhou Ya also appeared in Xindian Town at the same time. Xindian Town is not far from the earthquake point. It's all such a coincidence."
Feng Shuying also picked up the tea cup, but instead of drinking it, she slowly turned it in her hand.
"I have already investigated, but the clues have been artificially covered up. My sister and Ouyang both said they didn't know. It is probably Yuexin Island's fault. If we continue to investigate, I'm afraid we will get a warning."
Song Wanyu pondered for a moment, her plump cheeks raised slightly, and she said in a concentrated voice: "Shu Ying, it is up to you to decide whether to continue the investigation or not. The Kyushu Feast takes priority in everything."
The president gave him unlimited trust, but the first secretary smiled bitterly and shook his head, joking: "Okay, Your Highness, you have learned how to give orders."
"Hehe, if I don't instigate you, who else can I instigate?"
There was laughter and laughter in Huangqiao Hall, and the sisterly love quietly relieved the pressure of intrigue.
"clang--"
In the Ziyun branch, the gongs echoed and the fighting began.
The first game of the first round is a duel between Team 1 and Team 16. The specific rules remain unchanged and it is also a best-of-five game system.
Team No. 1 is the Baima Club under Shengtiantang, and Team No. 16 is the Fengchuitang, which has attracted much attention. Although the number plate has already been determined, when the host announced loudly, there was a strange noise in the stadium with thousands of people.
In the history of Imperial College, a magical scene appeared. Almost everyone was cheering for Baima Club, hoping that they could teach Feng Chuitang a lesson, especially that ****!
Catcalls came from all directions. Li Xiaofeng, who had been wronged, couldn't help but give Xiao Liuli a white look. Xiao Liuli was beaming with joy. The more the female students around her were afraid of Li Xiaofeng, the happier she became.
Ouyang Qianli resolutely performed her duties as a consultant teacher, frowning slightly and said: "Although the White Horse Club is not the ace team of Shengtiantang, its strength is not much worse than the ace teams of other clubs. Xiaofeng, don't be careless."
"Oh, I don't think it's good to be careless. At best, he is at the level of a great swordsman now."
A night of seclusion and practice did not significantly improve Li Xiaofeng's injuries. His injuries this time were too serious.
"Boss, rest in peace and recover, and there are a few of us, let me take the lead!"
Qian Dasheng took the initiative to ask for help, but Li Xiaofeng shook his head and said: "Let Xiaopang come on. If you can win, win. If you can't win, lose faster. Just don't get hurt."
Let the weakest Xiaopang be the vanguard and lose faster?
Although Qian Dasheng habitually retreated obediently, his face looked confused.
Xiaopang understood what the boss meant, and while making preparations, he said with a smile: "The boss is setting a trap for the enemy to make them careless, and then surprise them and defraud them of all their money."
The profiteer's mind was really sharp. Li Xiaofeng patted Xiaopang on the shoulder hard, and then put the hair ball to use again.
The chubby little body "rolled" onto the ring. When his opponent saw the fur ball on his shoulder, his eyes were not surprised at all.
When Li Xiaofeng saw this, he immediately glanced at the crowd of Sancai Hall in the auditorium, and sure enough he saw Wang Feng's proud sneer.
The duel began, Xiaopang pulled the trigger first, and Furball pounced at him with his teeth and claws open.
With a bang, two bullets collided fiercely in the center of the ring. The player from the White Horse Society turned out to be a gun warrior.
Not only that, as soon as the ring on his hand lit up, a top-notch phantom pet appeared out of thin air. The phantom pet, which was like a giant eagle, let out a long roar and waved its sharp claws, sending the fur ball flying in the air.
The first duel ended, and in less than half a minute, Xiaopang escaped from the ring in disgrace and raised the white flag himself.
"Ha ha……"
The stadium with tens of thousands of people was filled with laughter, as if it were a festival, and the previous dignified atmosphere was completely gone.
Xiaopang lowered his head and sat back in his seat. Qian Dasheng stood up again, vowing to restore face for the boss.
Unexpectedly, Li Xiaofeng pulled him back again, then stood up and jumped onto the ring with murderous intent.
The leader of Fengchuitang actually came on stage in the second game. That **** seemed to be in a hurry. Could it be that he had real skills? Yes, he was also a president after all.
The curious thoughts slightly suppressed the sound of ridicule, especially the position where Sancaitang was watching the battle, which quickly fell silent.
Suddenly, a flaming knife appeared in Li Xiaofeng's hand, and the light of mana rose rapidly.
With level 35 mana and the realm of a great warlock, this ** is really capable, but relying on this to regain face is absolutely a fool's errand.
The contestant from the White Horse Club is a warrior. Although his fighting spirit is only over 30 levels, the warrior's power is much stronger than that of a warlock. When he stabbed out with his sword, Li Xiaofeng's flaming knife immediately shattered into thousands of sparks.
Strong and weak forces appeared quickly, but Li Xiaofeng's roar showed no fear at all. He kept reciting terms and roared one fireball after another.
The fighting spirit of human beings stimulated their potential, but unfortunately the gap in strength could not be made up. After receiving more than a dozen fireballs, the Baima Society player suddenly flew forward and struck down with his sword impatiently.
"clang--"
At the critical moment, Li Xiaofeng used the warlock's dagger to defend himself against the attack.
Amidst the sound of gold and iron, his figure was crushed a bit. He roared again and straightened his body suddenly.
The opponent's face finally showed a little surprise, and the long sword flashed with cold light, and he used the sword again and slashed down.
A series of sparks shot out, and the sound of impact echoed violently.
Although Li Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and resisted, he finally lifted his feet off the ground and flew up.
With a bang, he fell under the ring. When he landed, he took a dozen steps back and fell directly into Ouyang Qianli's arms.
The White Horse Society won again, but this time there was only applause and no boos.
Li Xiaofeng's ability is very ordinary, but his fighting spirit has been recognized. A real warrior can always resonate with similar hearts.
**Still**, but with a little more brilliance.
"Xiao Feng, how are your injuries?" This small question made Ouyang Qianli's beautiful eyes confused. The woman who fell in love was indeed different.
"I'm fine, that little skill can't hurt me."
The omnipotent soldier turned over and sat up. Before Qian Dasheng asked for the third time to fight, he looked at Xiao Hei first and said in a solemn voice: "The preparation is complete, Xiao Hei, the rest is up to you."
"Boss, I know how to do it. Don't worry, I will never lose this round."
"We are sure to win, but we must not get injured. There are only five of us in total."
After sighing for a while, Li Xiaofeng glanced at the opposite side and reminded in a low voice: "The opponent's current intention must be to defeat the enemy with one move. The first move must be a big open and a big close. Do you understand?"
Xiao Hei nodded seriously in response, and then jumped onto the ring. Before his feet even touched the ground, the dagger was already out of its sheath.