I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Hearing Fang Qingran's words, Shao Zheng remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, his downtime brain started working again:
"Are you joking?"

If he felt right, he seemed to be being threatened.

Threatened by a freshman in the early stage of the candle.

Yes, I want to laugh.

He admitted that he was not particularly outstanding in the same class, but after four years, it was not for nothing.

If it were the champion of the college entrance examination in the same class as him, he would naturally not be able to offend him. The gap between the two sides is already like clouds and mud, but facing the freshman champion who is three years younger than him...

His complexion was a little dark, and his seemingly indistinct aura gradually solidified. Between his lips and teeth, he sucked in strands of cool white air.

Pretending to say something, the short syllable was spit out instantly, accompanied by his extremely fast inhalation, his abdomen agitated, and the invisible sound waves swept through the dust and fallen leaves in an instant, and roared towards Fang Qingran.

Wherever it went, there were deep marks that seemed to have been whipped by an invisible wind.

What he meant to say was false, but the truth was to use sound attack to sneak attack!
In this blow, he used [-]% of his strength, enough to suppress any transcendent below the limit of the candle!
The roaring sound waves distorted and shattered everything, Fang Qingran remained motionless, his leaf cloak shone with green light.

The special effect of the second stage of the Tree God Sacrifice Cloak Set - Wind Shelter is activated automatically.

When the sound wave hit, the wind element spontaneously formed a thin film around his body to protect his whole body.

"Sure enough... just this layer of automatic protection mechanism is not enough to completely block the attack of the candle limit."

The wind elemental film lasted less than half a second before it shattered. He lost his defense and faced the sound waves.

The cool wind blew through his hair, and he narrowed his eyes a little comfortably.

Weakened a layer of sound waves, it is suitable for massage.

Although the wind element film could not completely resist the opponent's sonic power, but after this round of weakening, the remaining power was not enough to have much impact on his body blessed with the Golden Body of Myriad Tribulations.

While thinking about it, I felt a faint chill behind my ears, as well as undisguised... evil thoughts.

The dark blue hook claws reflected a little bit of cold light. Shao Zheng held an extremely rare iron hook in each of his hands. While he was resisting the sound waves, he circled to the rear and launched a second round of rushing attacks without giving him any time to breathe.

Under the thick night, the iron hook glowed with a dim blue luster, obviously indicating that some unspeakable things may have been smeared on this weapon.

The students of Tianshu Academy can fight, but killing is an absolute taboo, so Fang Qingran is not worried about some kind of poison that seals the throat with blood.

While his thoughts were turning, he suddenly grabbed the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and the half of the silver stick he drew out just happened to resist the iron hook that struck.

It's not poison, it's not poison, even if he knew this, he didn't plan to try it himself.

After all, it is said that there is a baby powder in the imaginary world that can make a man give birth to a child if a little is applied .

clang! ! !
The crisp sound of weapons colliding reverberated, the turbid air oscillated, and the flying insects flying under the dim streetlights fell like rain as if struck by lightning, and countless landed in an instant.

Ordinary people fight, flying insects suffer, Shao Zheng doesn't even look at it.

At this moment, he has no time to feel sad for these poor little ones.

"How is it possible, I almost went all out this time, attacking ten percent!"

After blocking such a simple blow with all his strength, his mentality gradually changed, and his mood swings were particularly violent.

Noticing that the other party was bathed in sonic skills without any injuries, he had already realized the difference between this new champion and the first stage of ordinary candles, so he attacked with all his strength, never thinking...

"You seem to be weaker than I thought."

The young man's face suddenly came into view, and Shao Zheng was shocked, he couldn't even see the movement of the other party's turning!
"Anyway, Liao Tong's injury will not be completely recovered by tomorrow. Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is another reason why you don't need you, senior."

Fang Qingran showed a kind smile, her neat and clean white teeth were dazzling in the night.

"Liao Tong?"

Hearing this slightly familiar name, Shao Zheng was taken aback for a moment, and then, his face could no longer conceal the shock:
"What did you do to Liao Tong?"

Liao Tong, of course he knew about it.

The deputy head of the Bajian Society, the recently promoted Candle Limit.

"What can I do to Vice President Liao?"

Fang Qingran is very cute.

The silver stick was out of its sheath, and the power in the field of kendo also expanded infinitely at this moment.

Shao Zheng's face changed wildly. He only felt that he was in nothingness at this moment, and he was completely cut off from the world and everything around him.

He was desperate, he wanted to shout loudly, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound.

Severing Sword!

With a flick of a finger, countless sword lights erupted in an instant, and at the same time Fang Qingran retracted the sword back to its sheath, Shao Zheng knelt down on the road softly, with his head lowered, his eyes absent-minded, as if he was being played with. Like broken.

His whole body was covered with bloodstains everywhere, and his expensive clothes became tattered, to the extent that even a beggar had to call out the helper when meeting him.

"Heal your wounds in peace, Senior Shao."

Fang Qingran turned his back to him, and without taking another look, he walked away, only one sentence remained:

"Tomorrow, I will work hard together with you, senior!"

Hearing this, Shao Zheng was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained his front skirt red.

His lips moved, and he could no longer hold on, and fell forward.

Fang Qingran, who was going to go to sleep directly after returning to Huangzi House, received a message.

It was from Qiao Tingzhu.

The specific content is roughly expressing his gratitude to Yunyun for uncovering a traitor who intends to harm the alliance.

Later, he repeated Xiang Heng's original words, saying that from today onwards, he is the Shifang Sword Club and other clubs, and his best friends. If there is a need for help in the future, these clubs are willing to help.

"It's just a traitor, as for being grateful to this extent...?"

Fang Qingran was a little puzzled.

Without thinking about it, he put the phone on the bedside table, plugged in the charger, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep.

For tomorrow's club meeting, he must raise his energy and face it with the peak state.

This is his promise, saying that he will get two shares of money, and things must be done according to two shares.

The next day.

Today, the Kendo Academy is bustling like never before.

Xiang Heng arrived at the club's residence early in the morning. He made an appointment with several other clubs. Today, he asked several major clubs to step into the Kendo Academy together.

This move is precisely to show Ba Jian Club and other students that the Sword Academy is not a place where Ba Jian Club can cover the sky with one hand!

After finishing the pre-war mobilization before departure, he raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking at the faces of the familiar members of the club, and he couldn't help but feel great pride in his heart.

No matter how domineering Ba Jian Society can be!

Where there is oppression, there will be resistance!
At this time, a sound from far to near at the gate of the station interrupted his racing thoughts.

"Say no good to the president!
It's over to the president!

Big deal to the president! "

The baby-faced girl rushed over from the entrance of the station, her delicate face was full of eagerness.

"Sister Tong Xue, calm down first."

Xiang Heng, who returned from Fantasy Time, turned black:
"It's true that I haven't fully recovered from my injury, but it's not over yet."

The baby-faced Tong Xuemei put her hands on her knees and gasped for breath. As soon as she raised her face, her big eyes were full of water vapor:
"Just now, Senior Shao's roommate in the same dormitory sent a message from Senior Shao.

Senior Shao said, I have something to do today, so I can't come! "

"?!"

Xiang Heng Nao Guazi buzzed instantly, and his pupils trembled violently.

"You... what did you say?
Shao Zheng said he couldn't come? "

Subconsciously, he reached out and grabbed Tong Xuemei's small shoulders, panting heavily, his eyes were red, like a bullfighting bull.

Tong Xuemei let out a cry of pain, and Xiang Heng regained his composure a little bit, apologizing:

"Sorry, I'm a little out of control."

Letting go, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and asked:
"Shao Zheng, does he have anything else to say, such as the specific reason why he couldn't be there?"

"No."

Tong Xuemei shook her head.

"Could it be that the Bajian Club poached a corner last night?"

He paced back and forth anxiously, thinking of this possibility, the speed of walking back and forth became much faster.

Shao Zheng is famous for helping whoever gives the most money, and not once or twice, if he can't find other foreign aid who can't afford it, he will not grit his teeth to find this notorious guy .

Tong Xuemei tapped her chin with her finger and recalled:

"Speaking of which, Senior Shao seems to have another word to say."

"What?"

Xiang Heng turned around abruptly, which startled her. She felt that the usually respectable President Xiang was now like a ferocious big bad wolf.

"Okay...it seems to say that the president is really accurate..."

She replied in a weak voice, pouted, with an aggrieved expression that she dared to shed tears as long as Xiang Heng dared to ask one more question.

"I'm so accurate...?"

Several question marks popped up on Xiang Heng's head one after another.

Without waiting for him to continue thinking about this issue, Qiao Tingzhu walked out of the club building and whispered something to him.

"Brother Fang should be here soon?"

After hearing the news from Qiao Tingzhu, the accumulated emotions in his heart dissipated a little.

"I'll meet you at the gate of the club."

Without saying a word, he walked straight to the gate of the community residence.

After a while, he vaguely saw the figure of a young man coming along the road, his tense expression finally revealed a faint smile from the bottom of his heart.

Yesterday, he asked Qiao Tingzhu to give him all he could to help him, which was not a lie.

Regardless of whether he can pass today's test or not, as long as his society is still there, or he is still there, this sentence will always take effect.

It is true that what the traitor did was just added ingredients, but if he and the other presidents really drank the added drinks, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Deliberately delaying the onset of diarrhea until the club meeting. It is a trivial matter to have a nervous tension affecting combat power. If you really come out on the spot [take off——], I am afraid that it will be the end of your student career.

Some unfriendly titles, I am afraid that in the future school time, they will be carried on their backs for others to point out.

With a president who has lost face like him, even if the Shifang Sword Club can survive today, there will be no room for development in the future.

The trick that Bajianshe arranged for people to do was extremely insidious, and it was really an attack on the heart.

I don't know if that Sword Master thinks it's worth it to exchange his parents and ancestors for the development of Ba Jian Club.

What is given is medicine, what is not given is ().

To sum up, it is not an exaggeration to say that Fang Qingran is the benefactor who saved their Cross Sword Club, and even the entire anti-tyrant sword club alliance.

The boy in a bathrobe was getting closer, Xiang Heng patted his face, rearranged his facial expression, and strode forward.

"Brother Fang!"

As soon as Fang Qingran arrived at the station, he was warmly welcomed by Xiang Heng, which made him a little embarrassed.

Showing a shy smile, he mixed in the crowd, looking quite harmless.

"Since Fang Xuedi is here, we can almost set off..."

Xiang Heng's voice was very calm, and at the next moment, it became high-pitched:

"All members of Shifang Sword Club, let's go!

The way forward, Kendo Academy! "

……

The gate of the Sword Academy.

Members of the Bajian Club in uniforms lined up in a long queue, and the students passing by saw this scene full of chilling spirit, they all walked around silently and went to the teaching building.

Upstairs in the teaching building, heads stuck out of the window one after another, their eyes were fixed on the gate without blinking, it was extremely quiet, and no one was even panting loudly.

Everyone in the Sword Academy knows that today, the battle between the clubs will come to an end here.

There is only one last obstacle left in the way of the Bajian Society's unification of the internal societies of the Sword Academy.

Kick it away, and there will be no opponents ahead.

"Shifang Sword Club... can they win?"

After the branch test, the new students who came to the Kendo Academy couldn't help but speak.

"It's hard!"

An old man from the Kendo Institute waved his hands helplessly.

"President, news came from the observation side along the way that the people from the Cross Sword Club are coming soon."

Among the long queues lined up, a member of the society bowed down and said respectfully to Jian Ba, who had one leg crossed on the mahogany Taishi chair.

"Oh?"

Jianba raised his head slightly.

"Apart from that, we have also received good news.

I heard that Shao Zheng, the foreign aid invited by the Cross Sword Club, suddenly regretted today and did not come to assist. "

Speaking of this, he flattered in a low voice:

"Probably, it's because you know that you are no match for the club leader, so you just gave up.

Count him acquainted. "

Jianba squinted his eyes in disbelief, but didn't make a sound.

"Nowadays, the so-called alliance, apart from Xiang Heng, can't find more than one candle limit. On the contrary, our Bajian club has become more and more talented and prosperous."

The club members continued to compliment him, and as he spoke, he couldn't help showing a sense of pride on his face.

After closing his eyes and recuperating for a while, Jianba glanced at the row of people behind him from the corner of his eye, frowning slightly:
"How about Vice President Liao, why haven't you come to such an important occasion today?"

Many members of Bajian Club looked at each other and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"President...President... It seems that after Vice President Liao took some people out last night, he never came back."

You look at me, I look at you. In the end, someone stood up and spoke cautiously, for fear of offending the president of his family.

"Didn't come back?" Jian Ba ​​snorted coldly, "It's a useless thing if you lose the chain at a critical moment."

"Forget it, if you're not here, you won't be here, anyway, as long as there is me, a mere child's alliance like a house can be destroyed with a single palm.

Chicken tile dog, vulnerable. "

He leaned back in the chair, said nothing more, closed his eyes and meditated.

About half an hour later, the voice of a club member came to his ears:

"President, look, they... are here!"