Martial arts flourished in sacred courtyards, and fights and challenges were not uncommon in ordinary times. However, in the sacred courtyard, any form of fighting is allowed, but it is not allowed to harm people's lives. Unless it is an official duel, both sides can only sign a death warrant. "Listen to what you mean, do you know very well that you are going to bully our new students?" Wang Teng took a step forward and stared coldly.

The little man, who wore the Order of the Eighth Rank of Holy War on his chest, looked around and asked, "What did I do to bully you? The little man's eyes scanned around, and everyone he saw had their heads to the side.

Seeing this posture, several timid students immediately went to the teaching group. Only they have the right to stop the fighting throughout the sacred courtyard. In normal times, these teaching teams patrol everywhere. In the event of any fighting, they are all responsible. It just so happens that today's registration is open. More than half of the teaching team arrived at the entrance of the Holy Courtyard to maintain order. A few timid students ran very fast, and as soon as they left the gate of the living quarters, they saw several members of the teaching group approaching them.

The members of the teaching team are also students of the school, which is equivalent to the school's public security brigade. Under normal circumstances, they would put a sleeve around their arm. "Teaching Team" is clearly written on the sleeve. Several students who had come out to tell the news rushed up. "What's going on?" asked a young man in his twenties, looking at a few people rushing towards him. "There's a fight in there. The dwarf is bullying the freshmen. Come on. "One of them came back.

"Oh," the young man frowned, thinking for a moment. "You call someone and the others follow me in." After the order was given, the young man ran away with five or six members of the teaching group. The living area is not small. By the time the student who told the news found a member of the teaching team, it was already in full swing.

The man with a short waist was like a bully, and after he finished speaking, everyone around him involuntarily took a step back, "Boy, I will be merciful and let you know some of the rules of this sacred courtyard. The first is to respect the elders, the second is that the strong are kings, call me~!" The seventeen or eighteen-year-old man, who was a small man, waved his hand and strode over to him. All of them were six or seven combat divisions, all in order. Naturally, this power is very important.

Now that the other party has already started working, what else can he say? Wang Teng snorted angrily, and crossed his hands to pull the girl beside him behind him. The real renminbi turned into a fierce vindictive. With a "buzz", the blazing vindictive mask lit up. Ye Wenhao saw that the eldest brother made an opening gesture, how could he still hold back, and rushed forward with a loud roar. The bowl's big fist was golden silk, wiping the air, and walked towards the person closest to him.

The little man sneered and looked straight behind him. Although Wang Teng's vindictive mask surprised him slightly, how high can the means be for the new students in these regions? In addition, this short-haired boy looks strong, but he is completely a San Lang-like figure. This battle is sure to be won.

"What's wrong?" "What's wrong?" One by one, the students who arrived in the first district gathered outside the circle. It's rare to see so many people around. They all asked the students who arrived. "Shhhh A careful voice came softly. The student asking the question tiptoed and looked into the circle. A small, red-faced man stood inside. His face was hostile. Who is not a gnome?

For this kind of battle, Wang Teng is very familiar with them, that all the way to Beijing sneak attack, what kind of means have been seen, in their opinion, the dozen or so people in front of them are just a group of small dishes, however, several people know in their hearts that when they first arrived in a strange place, the most taboo is barbs, therefore, they all left one hand, Jill, Ye Jia, plus two archers, a total of seven people, comparable to the resistance of seventeen or eighteen big men.

The small man stared at Wang Teng and found a purple woman standing behind him. He looked at her carefully. Although she wears a veil, her charming figure and invisible charm make small men stunned. As soon as they left Wang Teng, the battle between the two sides was like a battle of hide and seek. You come and go, bang bang for a long time, but no one is hurt. On the contrary, the quarrel between a dozen men next to the little one gradually weakened.

Another major drawback of the quarrel was once again exposed. Persistence was not good, and Ye Wenhao and his colleagues were even braver in the Vietnam War. The masks of their quarrels glistened brightly. "Arrows from the abyss pierced everything in front of them. The arrows shot from the abyss are extremely cold~!" Yi Shuihan's magic also tended to be successful, and Ami shouted, holding the sky with both hands, and the "whoosh" ice arrow appeared out of thin air, the ice arrow was the kind of dark blue, with a hint of coldness, and it quickly swept through the air, like ten archers shooting a salvo, and a neat row of ice arrows shot quickly.

The little man's face changed, and he shouted, "There's a magician, be careful!" As soon as the words fell, the ice arrow had already broken the fighting masks of several people, and with a few screams, four or five big men's thighs had already passed through, and the splattered blood sprayed directly outward like leaking groundwater.

As soon as they saw the lotus, all the people who watched the excitement were aroused and shouted "Good~!" One after the other. The short man bit his lip and took a few steps forward. "It seems that Grandpa is going to teach you a lesson himself?" At this time, the short man roared angrily, and the yellow fighting spirit instantly formed a mask. Wearing a mask, the little man deceived himself.

The corners of Yi Shuihan's mouth squirmed slightly, and after a while, a wind demon spell was completed, "Roar from the abyss, wind elves cry!" "Ah......hh Several moments of weakness passed. The short man went to Wang Teng. Although he is a level 8 warrior in the soil system, he has not lost his speed. He had already raised his hand in Wang Teng. Wang Teng has already fought with three big men. The small man joined the battlefield, and the pressure immediately increased.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and he snorted coldly, Wang Teng's hand suddenly turned into countless palm shadows, and before the three besieging big men could react, they were hit by seven or eight palms of "bang bang bang" instantly, and the fighting qi cover just disappeared with one or two of them, and then a few palms hit them steadily, "cough cough" a few times, the three big men spit blood and stepped back four or five steps, although they held their bodies, but one after another, the corners of their mouths were overflowing with blood.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly quieted down, they had never seen this kind of technique, and at that moment there was a palm shadow all over the sky, almost in the blink of an eye, and immediately the three big men fought with the dog for a while, and flew up, what is the secret, there are so many. The corners of the little man's eyes tightened slightly. Unexpectedly, he wants to teach a few rookies, but suddenly he discovers that the rookie is a bird of prey.

However, the little man was not at all afraid, looking at his combat prowess. The boys were only six or seven years old. Although the black boy immediately forced the three big men back, the small man apparently heard his gasps. This move seems to have cost a lot. Just as he was thinking, when the small man changed his attack, a hand suddenly hit Wang Teng's armpit from his lower chest.

At this moment, a piercing ghost scream sounded, the eyes of the little man were fierce, his hands were covering his head, and the yellow fighting spirit was like smoke. He was instantly surrounded by his vindictive mask. After one breath, an earth cocoon appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Then, small blue clouds swept by, and with a sharp scream, "Ira Ira" flashed through the cocoon of the earth. After only a few moments, a half-inch-deep groove appeared on the cocoon. The other villains here didn't have his means, the deep ice arrow had already hit their Dou Qi Hood to the ground, and the follow-up wind rolled up their Dou Qi Hood almost instantly, and before they could open the Dou Qi Hood again, their bodies were close to Yi Shuihan's magic.

The Wind Elf's Howl is a seventh-level range attack magic that uses small wind blades to form an extremely fast wind ball, which is then mixed with a harsh and strange noise to disrupt the opponent's vision. At this time, nearly half of the big men were recruited. When the raging storm signal went out of its own accord, seven or eight big men in ragged clothes covered in blood lay on the ground. Everyone seems to have been caught by a pack of feral cats, and their bodies are covered in blood. Not to mention the clothes, they were sandwiched in strips of cloth, and several big men were very indecent.

"Cui~!" The onlookers, with the girl's surname, spit on a few times and blushed. They wiped their heads, not daring to look. But more people blushed and shouted. The dwarf is not a good person, he is always tyrannical. Few people would dare to hit his dogleg like this.

Let's take a look at the little man hiding in the cocoon of the earth. The cocoon of the earth was suddenly scraped into the shape of a pineapple. What do you think? What do you think?" Won't seeing the wizard destroy him first?" the shrill screams of the little man in the cocoon disappeared, and he thought that the magic was almost over. He cursed loudly in the cocoon. The survivors were still fighting Ye Wenhao, and they looked at the wounded on the ground. They were scared for a few minutes at first. Often, they use the power of villains to bully others. Even when they are stronger than themselves, they are afraid to fight back because of the strength of the little man. In this way, they are even more arrogant. Who would have thought that today they would casually bully young people who look like newbies?

The small man shouted angrily, but it was also a reminder to the survivors. However, they are always late in consciousness. When this happens, there will be six or seven people left on the battlefield, which is comparable to Wang Teng's number. Look at the big man with blond hair, for some reason, a claw-shaped sharp weapon appeared in his hand. In the sky, shadows block all fear. How could there be time to sneak up on the white boys behind them? These people's most basic fighting qualities have been wiped out by the long-term use of the power of foxes and tigers. What's the difference between fighting with ruffians and hooligans in the first battle? It's such a difficult situation that one can decide what to do with confidence.