Hey, you guys also bought blood stones from our territory?
Meng Jing turned his eyes and saw that the big blood stone placed in the First Academy was covered with fog.
Qingfeng sneered and said: Since Master Meng Jing is here, why not watch it together?
Meng Jing frowned slightly as he looked at the mist, but soon chuckled, and swaggeringly sat down in front of Qingfeng with his Nine-tailed Sect members, why not?
None of the students in the First Academy were interested in training today.
Only Ruan Qingjuan did not show up.
Their eyes glared at Meng Jing, as if they were about to spit fire.
Vice President Qingfeng, your students can’t continue like this. Meng Jing preached from above: How can you be so unable to afford to lose? Even if you lose, you have to lose with grace, right?
The students gritted their teeth.
Fang Zhuang wanted to curse, but Xiao Qing next to him stopped him.
Xiao Qing seemed to be smiling, but Meng Jing's words were too arbitrary. I hope that when you lose later, you can afford to lose.
Meng Jing looked away with a very calm look.
There was disdain for the ants in his voice.
Come talk to me again when you become the chief of the First Academy.
There was a clicking sound in Xiao Qing's smiling cheek!
This piece of shit!
Even though he said this, all the students looked worried when they looked at the blood stone.
They didn't know Yin Nian was coming.
In their eyes, it was Lao Wang who entered and followed the Nine-Tailed Sect furtively, and then suddenly there was a heavy fog.
In heavy fog.
They can't see anything.
Even without Yin Nian, we must win. Fang Zhuang grabbed his hand tightly, Golden Fire Shield, take the Golden Fire Shield first!
It's not just the students watching.
Other spectators also bought blood stones to watch the sect competition.
Just like the time of the Academy Competition, all the auditoriums were full of people.
The atmosphere was different from the previous one.
This time all the spectators were silent.
Everyone is holding back their energy!
A bad start.
Several teams were closely watched by people from the sect.
That old man seemed to want to do something, but suddenly it was foggy and he couldn't see what he was doing.
This heavy fog seems to have been caused by this old man.
The atmosphere was most stagnant and even murderous.
It's the front line!
At the very front of each major stronghold on the front line, there is a large piece of blood stone.
The blood stone was also dense and permeable. The mist seemed to be floating out of the blood stone and shrouding their hearts.
Ruan Qin sits at the front of the border.
Luo Wushuang was covered in blood.
There was already a small hill-like puppet head stacked at her feet.
And standing next to the graduates were countless sect disciples.
Their faces were soaked with sweat, and the number of monsters they killed was less than half that of the graduates.
Why?
They are the wolves!
How come you can't defeat these college sheep when you're killing enemies?
This is different from what the elders of the sect told them.
They were shocked and angry in their hearts.
Cai didn't want to admit defeat.
Simply put away your magic weapon.
Directly push the graduates of the college forward.
We're going to take a break.
Guard your own borders!
They saw the graduates turning around and glaring at them.
They feel guilty in their hearts, but they say: You can't hold the border on your own, so you should be grateful if we come to help you, you know?
After they finished speaking, they felt that this excuse was extremely embarrassing.
He simply moved his gaze to the blood stone, trying to find some confidence there.
The placement of this blood stone is quite considerate, but your defeat to us later will not affect your mood of killing puppets, right?
When saying this.
Two people seemed to rush out of the mist.
Someone! Someone is out!
The disciples of the sect straightened their backs instantly, and their eyes widened nervously.
Even Luo Wushuang, who was still killing the puppets, turned his gaze over.
The disciples of the sect do not need to use their best, but the graduates need to use their best.
They could no longer hold on any longer, but the disciples of the sect were always unwilling to take turns, so they could only grit their teeth and chop off a few more heads of the puppets.
Their eyes widened.
Beads of sweat and blood flowed into the sore eyes. It must be someone from the First Academy!
The one who rushes out must be one of theirs!
Everyone clenched their fists.
Can!
next moment.
Two clear faces stared at the blood stone.
Is it Meng Haoye?
Meng Haoye's voice was particularly clear.
You come with me! He pushed the Nine-Tailed Sect disciple who was still confused, let's light the golden fire shield! There is no time! This is all a trick of the First Academy!
The shoulders of all the graduates slumped at the same time, as if all their strength had been drained away in an instant!
The disciples of the sect cheered.
Meng Haoye!
I knew it was Meng Haoye from the Nine-tailed Sect!
Very good!
How can a mere fog trap him? Meng Haoye is one of the candidates for the future Young Master of the Nine-Tails Sect!
Over there at the sect’s viewing area.
Countless shouts broke out in an instant!
good!!!!!
There was dead silence in the academy.
The eyes of the spectators were bulging out, with terrifying red bloodshot eyes, just like their unwilling mood at the moment.
His teeth were bitten and bleeding.
Sure enough, did you still lose?
If Lao Wang's fog can't trap Meng Haoye, everything will be over.
Hahahahahaha! In the First Academy, Meng Jing’s wild laughter almost shook the entire playground!
good!
He stood up from his seat excitedly.
He is indeed my good son!
It has a bit of my demeanor back then.
He was really full of praise for Meng Haoye.
The students from the First College, as well as the students from other colleges who were watching the game, all had red eyes.
How come you are so lucky?
Do not be discouraged!
Someone shouted: We will not lose!
yes!
Will not lose!
Someone started to respond, but the sound sounded like a cat meowing.
Not much strength.
Because it's too heavy.
If they lose, the price they have to pay is too heavy.
Not only was it impossible to win over the resources from the sect to make up for the cost of letting the sect defend the border.
Even Ruan Qin couldn't get back the resources he put out to make bets.
They had livid faces.
I feel like I can't breathe.
The word "lose" is like a sharp sword hanging over their heads.
It can fall down and cut their necks open at any time.
It's not that they can't afford to lose.
This is the game, we really can’t lose!
Losing is a sad ending for graduates with injuries and no medicine.
How many more people are they going to die?
How many more people can die?
Everyone's bodies were trembling.
They watched helplessly as the fog continued.
Lao Wang is still in the fog.
And that Meng Haoye finally caught everyone's frightened gaze.