Chapter 28 Let's Fight Ten Thousand Thunder Together
After Feng Silu looked at the crowd, she turned to look at Wan Lei, but suddenly found that Wan Lei was looking at her with a smile in his eyes.
Feng Silu blushed and said angrily: "What are you looking at?"
"No...it's nothing. I just think you are so smart and calm. It's a pity to be a student. Why don't you come to my house and become a dog-headed military advisor?"
Wan Lei laughed loudly.
"Get out of here, why don't you eat me up when I come to your house?"
Feng Silu rolled her eyes, showing off her charm.
"That's right, if you want to go, you are also going to my house. Don't even think about competing with me for the silk. Let's duel, Mr. Lei!"
Sui Xiaohang howled and screamed.
"Okay, stop making trouble and listen to me."
Feng Silu punched each of them, and then said: "In this competition, there will be 200 people participating, mostly from the eighth floor, and less from the ninth floor.
On the vice-dean's side, the leader is Wan Jin, and there are ten disciples at the ninth level."
As she spoke, Feng Silu pointed at Wan Jin, Wan Lei also looked along, and happened to see Wan Jin looking at them too.
Wan Jin sneered, raised his middle finger towards Wan Lei, and then made a gesture of wiping his neck, which was extremely provocative.
Then, Feng Silu pointed to the other side and said: "On your side, the leader is Guan Zhan. He is a child of a small family, with a poor background, but extremely talented.
Your father saved his father's life and often supported his studies and cultivation. He is loyal to your father and is also the strongest person on your side. There are five of you who are at the peak of the ninth level of the initial realm."
Good guy, the gap is really big.
Wan Lei looked around and saw a tall young man with a resolute face standing there, with others standing behind him like stars holding the moon.
That boy is Guan Zhan.
When Guan Zhan saw Wan Lei looking at him, he just glanced at Wan Lei coldly and then turned away.
Feng Silu explained: "Although Guan Zhan is loyal to your father, he looks down on you very much and thinks you are a useless dandy.
The time you defeated Wan Tu, and the time you teamed up with Qi Manyao to defeat the five brothers, no one watched. They blocked the news, so no one knew about your strength. Don't blame Guan Zhan."
Speaking of Qi Manyao, Feng Silu shook her head and said, "Hey, it's a pity that Qi Manyao is not here. If she were here, she would be a figure who can barely compete with ten thousand gold. I don't know where she went."
"You can pull her down. If she were here, she would definitely kill me first. After all, no one here will bully you."
Wan Lei sneered.
Behind the martial arts arena, there is a low mountain. There is a loft on the low mountain. Standing on the loft, you can have a clear view of the martial arts arena below.
In the attic, Wan Hongxin stood side by side with a middle-aged monk wearing the clothes of a professor from Xinxing Academy.
"Hongxin, are you sure this time? If we lose this time, the Xinxing Academy founded by you and me will really fall into the hands of your second uncle."
The middle-aged monk turned out to be Zhao Dongxing, the dean of Xinxing Academy and Wan Hongxin's good friend.
"Just do your best and obey fate. What if Lei'er can do a miracle?"
Wan Hongxin said with a calm smile.
"This child Lei'er, I have watched him grow up since he was a child. I always thought that he has no cultivation and is unwilling to practice. Who would have thought that you, an old boy, have been hiding his stupidity for so many years and are now willing to let it out? It's just that you gave me too much
It's too late.
Before I even had time to teach him, he was about to face this big competition."
Zhao Dongxing sighed.
Wan Hongxin strictly kept the matter of Wan Lei's punishment from heaven strictly confidential. Even Zhao Dongxing, who was as close as a brother, refused to admit even a word. He only said that he had been secretly teaching Wan Lei all these years.
"Hey, it's all my fault for being incompetent. Over the years, I haven't cultivated many outstanding disciples for the master of the palace. Instead, your second uncle's influence has penetrated to such an extent. It's because I, Zhao Dongxing, am incompetent."
Zhao Dongxing beat his chest and stamped his feet.
"Since you know that you are incompetent, you should abdicate as soon as possible and hand over the position of dean to a capable person. Am I right? Dean Zhao."
At this time, a frivolous voice came from outside the attic. The two of them looked and saw two middle-aged monks coming over.
The person who spoke was Liu Dehuai, the vice president of Xinxing Academy. Next to him was Wan Honglin, Wan Xiaotian's eldest son and Wan Jin's father.
Behind them, there were more than a dozen instructors.
"Huh, the results of the competition haven't come out yet, so it's too early for Vice President Liu to say this."
Wan Hongxin snorted coldly and said the words "vice dean" with a particularly strong emphasis, as if he was reminding Liu Dehuai not to forget his identity.
"The result of the competition? Haha, we really have to wait and see. Let's see together how many of the final top ten can support our dean."
Liu Dehuai smiled confidently.
Wan Hongxin snorted coldly, ignored Liu Dehuai, and turned to look at the martial arts field.
From the beginning to the end, Wan Hongxin did not say a word to Wan Honglin, which shows how far the relationship between them has deteriorated.
At this time, a tutor from the school walked to the center of the martial arts field, encouraged the disciples, briefly announced the rules of the competition, and then allowed all participating disciples to enter.
Almost all the disciples on the eighth and ninth floors flew to the center of the martial arts arena. As soon as they entered, they were clearly divided into two groups.
One faction is the vice-president faction headed by Wan Jin, with a large number of people, more than ninety people.
One faction is the Dean's faction headed by Guan Zhan, which has a relatively small number of people, with only more than forty people.
Seeing this scene, the other disciples consciously came to the other side and looked at the two factions with cold eyes. They were the neutral faction and planned to see the situation before taking action.
After everyone was almost gathered, Wan Lei put away his cultivation pressure, belatedly and slowly walked into the arena, and walked towards the Dean's faction.
As soon as he entered the arena, both the disciples inside and outside the arena immediately started talking about him.
"Isn't this useless Wan Lei? Why is he going in there? Is he qualified to participate in the competition?"
"I heard that he can practice cultivation. Didn't I see him in the academy a few days ago?"
"Then how advanced can he be? How many days of cultivation can he dare to participate in the competition? How can he really die without even knowing how?"
"Even the instructor didn't say to kick him out. It's different because he has a big background. Those who are on the seventh level of our initial strength realm are not qualified to participate. It's good for him. He can enter as soon as he comes."
"He's looking for death if he goes in. Do you think the people sent by the vice-dean can spare him? If the rules hadn't stipulated that no one could kill, he would have been reduced to ashes."
Liu Dehuai, who was waiting in the attic, saw Wan Lei walking into the field and said with a sneer:
"Hey, brother Hongxin, why are you willing to let your precious son out this time? Aren't you afraid that someone will break your legs and throw him out after entering the venue?"
Wan Hongxin snorted coldly when he heard this: "It's still unclear who will break whose leg. It's too early for the vice president to say this."