Campus belle's cultivation master

There are more than 20 people in the visiting group of Dongyi state, led by the president of the Youth Exchange Association, Mr. Xizi granite, who slowly entered the martial arts museum.

Akimu is hanging behind the team, thin and tall. He has prominent cheekbones on his cheek and a sharp chin, which gives people an impression of being difficult to get along with.

Next to him, FengChen Daji, a minister of qiumu family, was a short middle-aged man with a square face, a little bald head and two moustaches.

He is in his early 30s, mature and charming. He is also a rare beauty.

She went to the rostrum and shook hands with Chen Yihan and Zheng Jing respectively. She had a very good conversation. She was just about to introduce akimu sanro to the rostrum. When she turned around, she found that the latter didn't mean to take the stage at all. Instead, she swaggered to the competition venue in the center.

"Qiu Mu Jun!" With a cry, he quickly winked at FengChen Daji, implying that he was extremely impolite.

But I didn't expect that FengChen Daji stood under the stage with his shoulders in his arms and replied lazily: "my young master said that the Chinese nation can't even find a warrior who barely fought in the first World War. It's not worth his courtesy at all."

"Arrogance He Jiuxiang clapped his case, puffed his beard and glared, "I have a lot of talents in China. How can you compare with the island countries in the sea?"

Akimu sanro stands in the field with his hands akimbo and yawns.

"Isn't there anyone in China who wants to challenge me?" His every words are dragged after a long voice, showing arrogance, "since you insult yourself, then hurry up and do it, I have to go back to sleep."

The students in the stands on all sides were very angry with him. They clenched their fists and were furious.

"Too much!"

"How rude! What kind of attitude is that? "

"I'll see how Tang Cheng teaches him later!"

“...”

Zheng Jingtong and Chen Yihan looked at each other, and their faces were not good-looking.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He apologized in a hurry. "Qiumu is a lonely and arrogant man. He often makes astonishing remarks and hopes Haihan!"

Zheng Jing slowly sat back, rose into a purple round face, trying to suppress his anger.

"Since master qiumu is in such a hurry, let's not delay our efforts." Chen Yihan looks at the Tang city at the end of the rostrum, red lips light, "master Tang, please."

"Don't worry, Miss Chen. I'm going to kill his pride." Hall got up and stepped to the edge of the rostrum.

The platform was five or six meters high from the ground, but without looking at it, he stepped out.

"Ah

There was a scream all over the hall, and people thought that Tang city was about to fall.

But then they found that this was not the case.

Under the gaze of countless Tao's eyes, Tang City stood firmly in the air and took another step.

The soles of his feet were empty, but it was like walking leisurely, as if stepping down the stairs, and the movement was very smooth to reach the ground.

After a moment of tranquility, the audience around suddenly heard a sea of cheers.

"Great! How wonderful

"Children of Dongyi, do you have such ability?"

Akimu Sanlang lifted his eyelids and shook his head with disdain: "it's just a small skill."

On the rostrum, he Jiuxiang clapped his hands and laughed: "ha ha ha! I didn't expect that master Tang could exert his inner strength to such an extent! the younger generation will surpass the older! The younger generation is formidable

Although Zheng Jing didn't know anything about cultivation, he also felt the power of this method of Tang Dynasty.

He moved to the side, his eyes shining: "master he, in your opinion, how much chance can Tang City win against akimu sanro?"

"Principal Zheng doesn't know that master Tang's previous magic power, also known as" climbing the ladder ", is to use his inner strength to the extreme. It's almost impossible to achieve it without decades of hard work." He Jiuxiang said with a beard in his hand, "young master Tang is a rare cultivation genius in a hundred years. As for the boy of qiumu family, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning..."

"Oh." Zheng Jing suddenly realized that his heart finally fell to the ground. "To tell you the truth, the victory or defeat of this contest is too important. Yesterday, the leader of the Provincial Department of education also made a special phone call and specially instructed me to

"You can rest assured that master Tang will win today."

"That's good, that's good..."

Between the two, Tang city has come to the arena, a bow: "in the next Tang City, special to ask for advice."

Akimu Saburo glanced at him and snorted coldly: "you don't need to give me your surname. There are hundreds of practitioners who have been defeated by me. Where can you remember their names?"

Tang city looks cold: "rampant is not capital, I will soon let you understand, what is strong."

"Rampant? No, no, no Akimu took out his ears and grinned, "it's just that you don't need me to be modest."

He spread his feet and hooked his fingers.

"Do it. Don't waste my time any more."

Tang Cheng took a deep breath and looked at the first row of the stands. As expected, Xue Yuwei was staring at himself with bright eyes.

"Yuwei, let me prove it to you..."

"Only I can marry you and protect you..."

Fang Yingying grabbed the railing in front of her and yelled with the others.

"Tang city! Come on

"Tang city! I'll win

Wu Gang's breathing was also a little short, and he felt that his whole blood was about to boil.

He glanced at Lin Yu, who was sitting beside him, and asked, "do you think Tangcheng can win?"

"There is no doubt that you will lose."

"What?" Wu Gang glared and stammered, "are you... Are you sure you're right?"

He didn't think Tang Cheng would lose at all. He just wanted to get another confirmation from Lin Yu, but he didn't expect an unexpected answer.

Lin Yu said: "if you only want to get the answer you are looking forward to, ask yourself, why ask me."

Wu Gang opened his mouth slightly and could hardly speak.

"Well! Obviously, you are looking forward to the loss of Tangcheng in your heart Han Yue snorted angrily, "he robbed you of the limelight, but this contest is about the dignity of Chinese people. It's too mean of you!"

Maybe it's because of the ambiguous relationship between Xue Yuwei and Lin Yu. She is holding a stream of anger in her heart and finally seizes the opportunity. Naturally, she wants to pour out all of them and make a few sarcastic remarks.

Her words could draw hatred. In an instant, countless cold eyes were cast on the back of Lin Yu's head. She wanted to swallow the nonsense boy alive.

"Don't believe it."

Lin Yu is acutely aware of the hostility projected from the surrounding, a little helpless to drop these four words, no longer make a sound.