Heaven Awakening Path

Qin Sang's words were jammed for a while, but someone helped her catch them.

“Each family has its own rules. Hitting people is wrong? It depends on why you fight, and it's against the rules. Qin family rules, is it your turn to draw your fingers and feet? ”

Weiming.

The think tank of the twelve generals of the Gorge Peak City Lord's Mansion came out to speak for Qin Sang.

There are not many people who know Weiming here, but when watching the Apocalypse, they also notice that this is a person who is always following the Apocalypse. So even though Wei Ming is speaking at this time, how many people are paying attention to it is still Wei Apocalypse. Everyone wants to know that Wei Ming's actions must have been inspired by the Apocalypse.

Luping scratched his head, thinking about it, and seemed to think that Weiming's words made sense. He nodded: “Okay! ”

Then he looked at Ling Ziyan: “Why don't you come to our Wind College, we don't have rules here to beat people up. ”

There was a very insignificant shriek when the dot rostrum paused. How thirsty is this Windstroke Institute? Why, whoever you meet, you pull to their college as soon as you find an excuse?

“Ah?” Ling Ziyan had no idea how he got here so suddenly. She was used to being slapped by Qin Sang for a long time, but it was the first time someone had done it for her. So much so that the first moment in her heart felt was not gratitude, but rather a little overwhelmed. As a result, the other party had begun to invite her to Windstroke Academy. The thought turned so fast that Ling Ziyan became even more alarmed. She had no idea how to deal with it. She just looked at Qin Sang's face.

“Don't rush to answer. Think about it. We're right over there.” Su Tang said, pointing to the location of several people in the Wind College District, that little colored flag was flying, revealing the two "catch up” words left behind.

After talking about Luping and Su Tang, he walked back. Leaving Ling Ziyan behind, he was overwhelmed. Qin Song's face was gloomy, and Weiming was not very happy. He rushed out to make a theory with Luping and Su Tang. He was then sent out by Luping with the phrase "OK”. Seems to admit he made sense, but he was persuaded to be so happy that Wei Ming had no sense of victory.

“All right, quiet down, next group! ”

Nor are the examiners of the Pointe Convention ineffective, as they quickly begin another set of choices, so that you don't keep paying endless attention to things beyond those conferences. This year's rave has been made more and more like a play by several interludes.

The dot rose and fell, and then everyone saw that the number one dot rose between Qin Sang's waist and was lit by the light.

Qin Song, whose face was like cold frost, walked in and looked at the whole field without a word. His right hand had been held on the handle of Quilling's sword.

“Abstain!” Sounds flew out of nowhere, without even showing their faces, a lit pompous card flew out of the crowd and landed on an icy pompous platform.

Twelve examiners' eyebrows wrinkled together very tacitly, who knew that this was just the beginning, followed closely the scream of “abstention” this upside down, these guys simply didn't come out to say hello to the examiner, throw out the waist card.

One two three...

In a moment, eight waist medals had been thrown on the dot podium, and this group of games was simply about to end without anyone showing up. But after the eight waist medals were thrown out, the ninth was late.

“Hmm... shaking this wit?” Someone said disdainfully.

Ten, stay three. According to this rule, there are two other winners besides Qin Sang. But looking at Qin Sang's disgusting appearance, everyone has long predicted that with her full strength, this group will surely be like the second group, all nine other people will defeat. So everyone chose to abstain directly, but now, there is one person who doesn't squeak, is that intentionally waiting for others to abstain first?

Little wisdom, that must be Miss Qin's will to complete, right? But in the present situation, this ninth person wants to drill empty space, I'm afraid it will be badly repaired, right?

You're so smart!

As you think about it, you're searching the crowd for this ninth lit waistplate. As a result, under the shameless banner of Windstroke College, you found the light, and you also saw the seemingly ghostly gaze of Windstroke College from old to young.

From Guo Yudao, to Xifan, to Su Tang, to Luping, a few people looked at the waist deck of the ground thrown on the podium, and looked behind them, the piece hanging on Maureen's waist, I really didn't know what to say for a while.

You're from Wind Institute?

Everyone was a little overjoyed for a while. Must have liked the result, too? This is just out of breath!

As a result, Feng Feng Academy was picked up to the point that the person was indifferent. He did not abstain, nor did he have the intention of walking to the stage with a waist card. He stood there, his waist flashing, and he felt like nothing had happened to him.

You want to just run over?

How can they tolerate such shameless leaks when people are angry, especially the eight who abstained first?

“Go! Go! Go!”

Countless people shouting, squeezing, but if a little bit of heart, surely can't stand the atmosphere, can't stand the push, will be forced into the field in any case.

But Feng Feng Academy continued to be unattended. In the shout to which everyone pointed, he moved, somehow touching half of the roasted white potatoes, naturally, very comfortably chewed up, very happy to chew, completely free from the interference of these clusters of sound.

This face! It's invincible!

Everyone was amazed that they had no idea that their slumps, their extrusions, Maureen could not hear or see at all. He's not “like nothing”, he's really nothing.

“Is this group still necessary?” Guo Yudao spoke at this time.

“Necessary!” replied countless substitute examiners, his punching.

“Death is inviolable!” The examiners looked serious, but they were really happy. They were supposed to strictly enforce the rules, but the Windstroke Academy completely activated their private hearts. How can it be fun not to break the rules but to have the approval and support of all?

“If we keep doing this, we won't get enough of 50 people on the list.” Guo Yudao was particularly worried about the General Assembly at this time.

“Fifty is not a constant, and there is no need for coercion.” Ding replied.

Guo Yudao is helpless, this level seems to be confusing, Maureen still seems to have to go on stage, and face the strongest opponent of this kind of competition, and is still singled out.

Nothing. Anyway, I couldn't hear Maureen. Guo Yudao just patted Maureen's shoulder hard.

Silvan also grabbed Maureen's hand at this time and was prepared to tell Maureen that he needed to fight in the way they had previously agreed to communicate.

As a result, the excited preparation looked lively, and the festival generally joyful point platform suddenly quieted down.

“Why?” A few people turned around Maureen's Windstroke Academy and saw that the stage was in the middle, Qin Sang's head didn't go back to the stage.

Miss Qin Jia, there will be no 10 people left in the whole convention, and there will be no smart people who want to drill, but likewise, there will not be a lively mentality for everyone to see.

She was bored, bored, and left, that's all.

“The winner of this group…” The examiner's voice was obviously a little dry.

“Qin Song.” When you say Miss Qin's name, it's quite natural.

“Wind Picking College, Maureen.” When the name was proclaimed, that reluctant tone could be heard by anyone.

“Shameless! ”

“Thick face! ”

Many people scolded, Maureen could not come to the stage alive. She stunned to disgust Miss Qin family. Everyone could not admire this skill at all, but despise it so badly.

“Cough...” Several people at Wind Picking College are coughing, how can you explain this situation to people? After all, it is not good to publicly proclaim the practice of beheading. It's nice to be able to understand from Maureen's shameless, skinny perspective.

“Boring! How boring!” As a result, someone seemed to have reached an intolerable threshold and burst out.

“The next group I apply for, okay?” Xu Weifeng shouted in front of a new round of fierce examiners without a break.

The examiner glanced at Ting Wen, who nodded.

At this point in time, all four groups have passed, all crushed, and we really need a student with such passion, anticipation, and hot blood.

“Eh...” An examiner seemed to want to come forward and say something, but it was too late, and Xu Weifeng's waistplate had been lit by the light of the selection.

“What's the student's name?” Ding Wen asked that he was very fond of such an active and enthusiastic student as if he had seen his college life at Nantian College.

“Tianwu College, Xu Weifeng.” The exam judge, who had stopped talking, replied.

“Nice. Nice. Where was he before? With whom?” Ting Wen asked, and he wanted to learn about the power of the wind.

“Nobody, just him.” The examiner replied.

Ding Wen's color changed dramatically: “He is…”

“Yes, he is the 47th Pointe, the only 200 people to stand at the end, 2921. ”