Nine Star Burden

Students followed the direction of the clear wave. The first thing they saw was not Jiang Xiao, but the participants in the World Cup team competition here.

Students suddenly, is this a pity?

Jiang Xiao thought about it, sincerely did not want the King of Peas to beat himself, did not want to clearly prepare himself in advance.

Jiang Xiao turned to Song Chunxi beside him and said: “All senior students, all World Cup players, you must be friends? Was she saying hello? ”

Wu Yao hummed, "We are not friends. Our team looked for her before Han Jiangxue arrived. We couldn't find the law system at the time, and she was strong, so we were going to go to the Dual Sensitive War School, but she turned us down, heh, very proud. ”

In a word, Jiang Xiao's heart fell to the bottom of the valley...

He Xu said thoughtfully: “The invitation was indeed very unpleasant. It was not a greeting, it could be a provocation. After all, she had just won very simply. ”

Wu Yao licked his lips and looked warily at Ming. “This woman is crazy. After the selection, I went to educate her. ”

Song Chunxi suddenly said: “It's not provocation, it's greeting, very friendly. ”

Wuyao: "Ah? ”

He Xu was also stunned, "Her personality, will she be the proactive conciliator? ”

Song Chunxi confirmed: “I see it better than you do. She is friendly, but she is not greeting us, she is greeting Xiao Pei. ”

Jiang Xiao:????

One time, everyone looked over.

Jiang Xiaoshen pondered half a dozen times and said, “Is she preparing me for the next round of abuse? ”

Wu Yao stood up violently, walked to the middle of Jiang Xiao and Xiayen, and sat down on his ass.

“Eh?” Xia Yeon hurriedly moved away, but saw that Wuyao had been squeezed between them and his arm strangled Jiang Xiao's neck.

Wuyao strangled Jiang Xiao's neck with one hand and controlled him. His other hand grabbed his small round size: “Kid, do you really not know her? She wouldn't be so friendly if she hit you!

Inside her opponent, Zhao Wenlong can talk to her. Her character is very arrogant, not the kind of person who wastes his time on the weak. ”

The round head is working!

Jiang Xiao's hair can't be pulled!

Jiang Xiao is constantly struggling, but Wuyao is a very strong steel bear.

Although the strangulation was painful, Wu Yao's words made Jiang Xiao a little happy and found a turning point.

Jiang Xiao said, “Maybe she's a poison milk powder too? ”

“Cut.” Wu Yiu said in disdain, "Will those who conquer the world worship the ranks of national champions? Don't be ridiculous...”

Jiang Xiao was unhappy at the time, struggling, and said: “Put your strength aside first, do you still have to say my charm? It's not a problem to fall in love with thousands of girls! ”

“Ta-da! Ta-da!” A series of strange screaming sounds attracted Jiang Xiao's attention, and he hurriedly stripped Wuyao's steel arm and tried to look into the green field.

But it was a bit of a rush.

Li Xiaolong!?

Three... three Li Xiaolong!?

No, no, it's Shadow Star Technique!?

Transform and travel freely in your own shadow.

But unlike the shadow stars Jiang Xiao has seen.

The shadow system is typical of Liu Yang, this “stabbing battle”, traveling in the shadows, either cutting into the battlefield or escaping the battlefield in search of a chance to kill.

If you look at Zhao Wenlong again, the shadow is released as he hits, keeping the number at three.

He and Liu Yang fought in a completely different way and used different shadow stars.

Zhao Wenlong is not a "stabbing battle”, but a pure “battle”. He has no idea of a sneak attack, he is just aggressive!

Zhao Wenlong's head is very much like Master Li's. He has bandages on his hands. The noise in his mouth is strange. Plus, his figure flashes too quickly and blurred. It's really like the Master is alive!

And the students who were punched and kicked around by three Zhao Wenlong are either learners or a sandbag...

The faster the three Zhao Wenlong fight, the faster the fight, Jiang Xiao has even made up the crisp bone sound...

Even worse, as the three shadow kicks sandbags, the white stars dot the stars, converging on his bandaged fists, scattered like a broken star and landed on the green field.

What kind of amazing star trick is this?

“Battering ~ uhh ~ wow ~"

Along with a beautiful swirling kick, a glittering fragmentation of stars spread, “sandbags” flied out, one fell in the turf, slid back quickly, and the base left the high soil pile.

“Sandbags" is kind of a pause, but they never get up again...

“Okay!”

“Beautiful! ”

“Isn't that awesome?” The applause and cheer sounded in the audience. This is an acknowledgement of Zhao Wenlong, but also an admiration and appreciation.

At the same time, in the audience on the north side of the stadium, a young man stood up and said, “It's me. ”

Next to him, several friends said, "This Zhao Wenlong is really amazing. ”

“Fang Xiao, are you ready to fight which one? ”

“Who do you fight to win? It's better to be steady. ”

Fang Xiao said: “Although I rank third, the difference between the first two and the people behind me is too great. Those two are real monsters. It's not easy to beat anyone behind us. We all know each other too well, and that's how we've been fighting all these years. ”

The friend next to him said, "Why don't you go clean up Jiang Xiaopi and win? ”

“Educational education is always needed for children who do not know the thickness of heaven and earth. ”

“Indeed, he really thought anyone could compete. ”

Watching Zhao Wenlong exit, Fang Xiao reached out his hand and clenched into a fist. He smashed his fists slightly with his friends and said with a smile: “I heard he was crazy. Even Wei Zheng and Zheng dared to dance? ”

Suddenly, there was a laugh around them. They already knew Fang Xiao's choice.

Fang Xiao nodded his greetings and stepped down from the audience.

A dozen seconds later,

Then, Didu Xingwu's personal strength ranked third Fang Xiao, shouting out loud: “Jiang Xiaopi! Get down!”

In time, the stadium was noisy.

The number 7 was clearly called after the first ranking.

Ranked second, Zhao Wenlong, called out number 8.

People can understand what it means, and within the limits of their choices, both have chosen the strongest.

And this Emperor Xingwu ranked third Fang Xiao, actually directly shouted out the last name.

And this last one is not someone else, it was the last Jiang Xiao who joined!

Of the 12 individuals, the only auxiliary, is also the only candidate for the Nebula Period.

In the minds of almost everyone, Jiang Xiao is the weakest, even if he is the national champion, but his profession and position make Jiang Xiao the most special.

The so-called most special, not a compliment, is here an irrevocably derogatory term.

recklessness, maniacity and indifference.

Perhaps that's why this auxiliary contest is taking place.

I don't know exactly how this little poison milk qualifies for recommendation, but anyway, he's the only soft persimmon in the 12.

Gao Gao sat on the stands with a slight change of face, Tidu Xingwu singled out the third chair in the rankings of strength, actually chose the last auxiliary milk!?

After Ming Ming and Zhao Wenlong did have a good start, showing the pride of the martial arts, but this third...

She had a slight frown and had to turn her head to Jiang Xiao.

I found that little poison milk had the usual color and had no fear at all.

With his knife, he walked down the ring step by step, relaxed and comfortable.

Whether or not he has real strength, this courage alone has outnumbered the number of students in the same session!

In a blast, Jiang Xiao took a giant blade and walked to the left half of Green Inn Field.

In the distance, Fang Xiaolian, dressed in a white trench coat, stood in the right half, smiling at Jiang Xiaolian: “Nice knife. ”

Jiang Xiao really didn't feel comfortable on the field, he chose to enter the competition, and the other party acted according to the rules, nothing to complain about.

Jiang Xiao held his blade, pointing at Fang Xiao from afar. "Whatever your thoughts are in your heart, I will only say one thing to you. ”

Fang Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly: “What? ”

Jiang Xiao said softly: “You picked the wrong person. ”

Jiang Xiao's words fell, and in the huge stadium, a buzzing noise suddenly sounded.

“Wow, Poison Milk is so cool! ”

“Cool is cool, don't let anyone trick you for a second...”

On the jury chair, Li Liang said: "In this game, Fang Xiao vs. Xiaopi Jiang. ”

“Fang Xiao, recommended teachers: Su Yu, Zhen Shu, Li Tianzhi. ”

“Jiang Xiaopi, recommended teacher: Qin Wangchuan, Fang Xingyun. Recommended by the school: Yang Chenshan. ”

In time, the discussion in the stadium became louder, and the buzzing sounded like a huge pile of flies.

“What are you? Qin forgot to wear it? What the hell is that name? ”

“Probably, uh... maybe the teacher forgot. ”

“Fuck Nima! What did I hear, Square Nebula? Is that the French Nebula from our school? ”

“Looks like it's really her...”

“I'm a good boy. I've never heard Mr. Fang recommend any trainees! ”

“Are you really stupid or are you fake? Did you hear the square nebula? Can't hear Vice Principal Yang Chen's name!? ”

Fang Xiao grinned and looked away at Jiang Xiao. "I heard where you went, where is your land? ”

Jiang Xiao stunned for a moment. He said this in the Didu Xingwu Canteen to the vice-president of the Student Union, Dai Jun and Xiaoyan.

Jiang Xiao thought about it and asked: “What, with the assignment of vice president of the student association? ”

“Huh.” Fang Xiaoxiao smiled disdainfully. "You have too much respect for yourself. People don't have time to deal with you. I just happen to be there to help them educate you and let you know how many pounds you really are. ”

Jiang Xiao shrugged his shoulder and said, “My strength is not so good, it's just a little stronger than dog legs. ”

Fang Xiao's face was stiff and his body suddenly coagulated with crushed stones. He also drew two stone army stabs from his body.

Jiang Xiao bowed slightly, held the giant blade, smiled, suddenly spit a word to Fang Xiaoxiao: “Wang! ”

Fang Xiao was angry and blushed. He only felt blood pouring out of his chest. His forehead was bluish and his hands trembling.

A whistle. Let the game begin!