Immortality Cultivation Era

The disciple of Xiaoshan Jianzong had no chance to get up.

He propped his hands on the ground and just wanted to get up.

Tension has come to him.

Then, he stretched out one leg and stepped heavily on the opponent's back.

A "bang" sound.

The body of Xiaoshan Jianzong disciple fell to the ground firmly.

I struggled for a long time before, but now I was kicked by Zhang Li to announce that my previous achievements have been abandoned.

Tension crouched down and smashed with a punch.

Slammed on the other party's head.

Then, raising his arm, another heavy punch fell.

The tension at this time seems to be a tireless robot.

Keep fisting and punching.

His fist was covered with blood, and mixed with yellow and white things.

Some disgusting.

And at this time.

Whether it was Xiaoshan Jianzong or the students of Haicheng Xiuxian College, they were silent. Without the previous noise, they looked at the tension riding on Xiaoshan Jianzong disciples one by one. Stopped waving his fist, hitting the opponent's head.

That head looked like Shaqima.

You will feel horrified when you make up your mind.

"Okay, the outcome is divided!" Finally, the middle-aged man Xiaoshan Jianzong was responsible for presiding over the referee was a little sullen and said.

He didn't think that Xiaoshan Jianzong's disciples died too badly, but only felt that Tension continued to wave his fists tirelessly, wasting time completely.

in this way.

It looked like it hadn't killed anyone.

Tension's pair of eyes were red, and he looked extremely unbearable. He completely ignored the words of middle-aged men. Finally, Yue Xincheng stepped forward and pulled him up.

"You have won."

Tension turned his face and looked at Yue Xincheng before gradually regaining his composure. Then, he looked at the body of Xiaoshan Jianzong disciple, and suddenly his face was pale, as if he was frightened.

Yue Xincheng wrapped his neck and walked back while saying, "As for..."

"As for." Tension gritted his teeth and whispered, "Li Hui lost too badly. I don't like this. The other students have no courage."

Yue Xincheng froze for a moment, and could not help turning his face to look at the tension.

He really did not expect that this kid thought so far-reaching.

The spoken words still make sense.

Although Zhang Li just behaved like a pervert, madman, it is undeniable that the students of Haicheng Xiuxian College are feeling the blood for it.

And for the disciples of Xiaoshan Jianzong.

Tension's performance was to pour cold water on them and give them a shot.

Let them realize that the students of Haicheng Xiuxian College are not so bully.

Gao Ge looked at Tension and suddenly remembered what Fu Long said to himself last night.

For the students of Haicheng Xiuxian College, this is a Nirvana rebirth.

At that time, Gao Ge felt that Fu Long said something reasonable, and seeing the current performance of tension, he slapped his thigh.

What Fu Long said, Tai Te makes sense.

For Tension, after this battle, his Dao heart will be forged harder.

It was like a piece of iron. After a raging fire, it threw a sword.

The only thing to worry about is whether it will be too late. What should I do if I become a cold-blooded lunatic after all?

Fortunately, Zhang Li is still a student of Haicheng Xiuxian College, and he can get some guidance. With a little attention, this problem is no longer a problem.

all in all.

Such transformation is definitely a good thing for tension.

The opponent's body was also dragged away by Xiaoshan Jianzong's other disciples.

Throw it aside, and then nobody asked.

It's like treating a dead dog.

Even the disciples of Xiaoshan Jianzong who looked in the same direction were indifferent in their eyes.

Therefore, Gao Ge feels more and more that the students of his own Haicheng Xiuxian College are more lovely.

Be kind.

The test is still going on.

Because of the outstanding performance of tension, it finally helped Haicheng Xiuxian Academy to return to the city.

Now the score is one to one.

The students in Haicheng Xiuxian College needed to adjust their mentality. Now, the disciples of Xiaoshan Jianzong need to adjust their mentality.

After Liang Qiu's victory, the disciples sent by Xiaoshan Jianzong had unprecedented confidence.

But tension gave them a slap in the face.

They realized that the students of Haicheng Xiuxian College were not as vulnerable as they thought.

The next match.

The students from Haicheng Xiuxian College still won.

It can be seen that in adjusting the mentality.

The students at Haicheng Xiuxian College did better.

In the fourth game, the disciple of Xiaoshan Jianzong won again.

Another student from Haicheng Xiuxian College fell down.

Gao Ge is very tangled.

He really didn't know how much he could bring back to school this time.

Seeing Xiaoshan Jianzong's disciples dying here, his heart couldn't express the joy.

But the student of Haicheng Xiuxian College died here, and he was in pain.

no way.

Gao Ge is such a simple and direct person.

time flies.

By the time of the three shots, there were nine games played.

Five wins and four losses.

Five people died here on Haicheng Xiuxian College.

This also came to the intermission, Gao Ge stood up and walked in front of Sect Master Zhou.

"Sect Master Zhou, also troubled that Xiaoshan Jianzong could help me prepare the coffins for the bodies of these students." Gao Ge said.

Sect Master Zhou looked at Gao Ge and was a little surprised: "Are you going to bury them?"

"No, I want to take them back." Gao Ge said calmly.

"..." Sect Master Zhou looked at Gao Ge, thinking for a moment, and laughed.

In fact, he did not understand Gao Ge's ideas.

Just like those disciples of Xiaoshan Jianzong who lost to Haicheng Xiuxian College, their corpse, Zhou Sect Master, did not take a glance.

Don't say to prepare a coffin for them.

It is not necessary to dig a pit and bury it.

Because these people are the shame of Xiaoshan Jianzong. Since they are dead, they will be thrown on the back hill and eaten by beasts, which can be regarded as a contribution to Xiaoshan Jianzong.

"Okay, I agree with you, but we don't have any coffins here, but we have a large box that can hold many corpses." Sect Master Zhou said with narrowed eyes. "Probably, can hold fifteen corpses."

"Fifteen?" Gao Ge sneered. "Then I don't think it's so big. It can fit five. It's almost the same."

"You are too confident." Sect Master Zhou shook his head and said.

Gao Ge smiled: "I have always been so confident."

Sect Master Zhou nodded gently, did not continue to argue with Gao Ge, but stood up and left temporarily.

Gao Ge took a sigh of relief and sat down again.

Looking at the martial arts below, there was still a mark of blood.

After a while, the disciples of Xiaoshan Jianzong carried a large box.