Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

In less than half an hour, nearly 200 students' points have been passed away. This has never happened before. How can these five elders not only ignore it, but let him see it in the future?

This doesn't match the nature of the Five Elders on a weekday.

What's going on here?

That freshman named Cloud Dance, who the hell is he? How can the Five Elders take such care of each other?

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Intermediate Challenge Zone!

At this time, near a corner ring, surrounded by almost hundreds of people, the number of people with dense numbness almost blocked the eyes of those behind them.

When the cloud dance arrived, it just happened to see the registrar, trying to moisten it down there.

The cloud dance flashed and followed him directly behind.

The registrar, who was trying to squeeze in, still looked badly when he accidentally saw the cloud dance behind him.

But he didn't say anything, just trying to squeeze it forward.

People are crowded, which is the worst case scenario.

The cloud dance saw this, his hands flipped, an invisible force pushed along the registrar's body in front of him, only momentarily, people on both sides were pushed towards both sides by a strange force.

From time to time, there was a way out for the registrar and the cloud dance.

Registrar: Zhu, some doubtful eyebrows looked at the cloud dance behind his eyes.

At this time, however, there was nothing left to think about, and he quickly followed the way of the concession and headed for the ring.

When the cloud dance and Zhu clearly looked at the situation on the ring, their faces changed.

Seeing as the battle on the ring seems to have reached its final destination.

Leung Wing held the opponent's waist in his arms and didn't let go, and the man hit the back of the wind with his elbow again and again.

“Lingfeng, what are you doing? Come on down.” Zhu almost hurried and shouted at the wind of blood all over the ring.

Hearing the voice of Zhu, he held the wind of the opponent still alive on the ring. Finally, he lifted his eyes slightly. He looked at Zhu and the cloud dance.

Seems like he wants to say he's okay, but he just did, and the blood runs straight out of his mouth.

Leng Feng's opponent is not Fatty Wang, but a man wearing a third-grade badge, a ruthless man who looks about twenty-five or six years old and is full of anger.

However, when the cloud dance sensed the breath of strength on him, his eyes were suddenly cold.

Eighth-order peak?

He's at the top of the eighth order!

Third graders at the top of the eighth order? Absolutely not, the only possibility is...

At that time, the corner of the cloud dance swept to the left corner under the ring, and the abnormal figure suddenly existed in Fatty Wang.

Only, Wang Fatty's eyes stared at the wind on the stage, but his fat face laughed so smoothly.

It's Fatty Wang!

Fifth grade?

Yes, the badge worn on Wang Fatty's chest at this time is the fifth grade badge.

Looks like the man on the ring switched badges against Fatty Wang.

He's Wang Fatty's helper against Ling Feng!

Thinking about it, the cloud-dancing star's eyes crept dangerously and an unknown rage swept from her heart.

However, the wind had told her before, if you can't fight, don't hold on, feel like you're about to follow the stage.

But seeing as he is now, he probably can't hold on long ago, so why is he still holding on to his opponent?

And what about the heartless?

Didn't he follow the wind?

“Damn, how could that man be a third-grader, Leng Feng, don't be silly, come down.” Zhu looked at the look of the wind, very anxious, hurried and yelled.

But Lingfeng just won't let go.

“Boom, boom!” Once the cold man's elbow fell, the bang came from the wind.

The wind couldn't help it, and the blood was pouring out of my mouth.

But for some reason, he still wouldn't let go.

“Damn it!” Zhu cursed and couldn't help but want to rush to the ring.

But before climbing the ring, he was driven away by the students beside him.

“You are the registrar of the Challenge Zone, and you want to break the rules of the Challenge Zone, you owe me a little acquaintance, otherwise, like that weak kid just now, he was killed half of his life and hung up on that stand. ”

One of the trainees with Zhu's voice did not conceal the threat at all.

Xiao Zhu heard that his face had changed and his eyes were full of anger. He wanted to open the caliper of the trainee, but his strength was less than that of others.

Exhibition stand?

Cloud-dancing rumors, Liu frowned, his eyes swept away towards the surroundings under the night.

When I saw the shadow tied to the pole, not far from the ring, the cold light could no longer cover my eyes.

No heart!

How could he be so tied to that pole?

With his unique breath, he shouldn't be a simple person, how could he...

At this time, however, cloud dance doesn't have that much thought to speculate.

Instead, it was under the gaze of the attendees around them, beneath their feet, who had jumped to the stage.

“Let him go!” Three words, sounding extremely cold.

The cloud dance suddenly appeared, attracting everyone's attention.

Including that corner of Fatty Wang.

Only, when the fat Wang saw the cloud dance, his pupils shrunk.

It's her!

This morning, she stepped on him as well.

Good. He hasn't gone to see her yet. She sent it to the door herself.

On the ring stage, the cold man with one elbow and one elbow slamming the wind, sniffing, finally stopped the mechanical motion and looked up at the cloud dance.

“He's my job. He won't lose. He can't let go!” Cold men, cold voices too.

It's like, just stating what he thinks is right.

Mission?

The cloud dance narrowed its eyes.

From his eyes, she saw a divine color too familiar.

Just like when she was still in the killer organization, the task assigned above had to be accomplished in any case before it was completed.

However, if it continues like that now, it is estimated that Leng Wing's life will be lost on this stage.

“Clean water, and teach her a lesson, too, so I'll double your score.” At this point, Wang Fatty's heavily drunk throat suddenly came down from the ring.

Only, under the sound of Wang Fatty's drink, the cold man, who was clearer water, looked at the cloud dance.

“Mission, I got it! ”

Cold voice, no emotional noise.

And at that moment, the white sailor pushed hard and threw the wind straight out, and the figure quickly attacked the cloud dance.