I don't know when, a black-clothed young man walked to the platform, raised his big foot, and stomped on the marble floor vigorously, attracting the attention of many people, Mo Fan looked along the crowd, and found that the person turned out to be a young man from the Xuan Snake Clan who had not been seen for a long time - Xuan Ming.

The last time I said goodbye to the mountains and forests of the Falling Moon Basin, more than a week has passed, Mo Fan was wondering how this guy came to the Fu Seal Courtyard, and ran to the battle platform against the guest, but Xuan Ming suddenly 'snapped' and applauded, the applause was clear, he was independent in front of the stage, his little face was proud, he looked at Zhou Shanting condescendingly, and scolded loudly:

"Little white face funny, I really admire you, applaud you with both hands and feet! I just want to ask if you haven't raised a summoned beast, little friend, and when you die, you will take back the space of the summoned beast in an instant, and put the other one behind the elephant, are you really brainless or have no eyes? Are you blind as a referee or are your elders here blind? Go home and drink milk!"

Facing the shameless people who obviously reversed black and white, Xuan Ming directly spoke of the lotus.

"Let me ask you, do you need a magic trick to summon demonic beasts, or do you need to summon them to your side? Can I just throw all the big-eared pigs on your bed? Do you want to have fat worms that can't enter the country? Can you summon them into your body?"

A few questions in a row, directly stunned many children, usually born in a scholarly family or a small rich and expensive market home, where have they seen this kind of formation, one by one looked up at the boy on the platform foaming stars, and they were all stunned for a short time.

The teachers involved in Xuan Ming's words looked up at the sky, looking like a master of the world who had nothing to do with themselves, as if they were eager for the students to fight again and compete with their own strength.

This is one of the founding tenets of Qinglong College, which does not intervene in the infighting between students.

Everyone watched the play with an attitude that they didn't care about themselves, except for one person who shouted angrily: "What kind of thing are you?

It was Zhou Shanting who was named and abused.

"I'm not a thing, I'm here to teach you how to live in this world, this kind of person is generally called - Father in the rivers and lakes!"

Xuan Ming glanced at Zhou Shanting's angry feminine face, and said with a smile: "If you are not convinced, find a battle platform to compete, it is up to you to plant the flag or live and die, you can do it and then speak, otherwise don't force it, this is the rule of survival on the rivers and lakes, and it is also the good reason I taught you today!"

"You're ......!"

Zhou Shanting's eyes flashed ruthlessly, he was a student of Fu Seal Class 20, and his strength was similar to that of the Xuan Ming who fought in Class 21 in front of him, but he was only a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, facing Xuan Ming who was a five-star fighter, in terms of combat effectiveness, his imperial sword flight had too much disadvantage in front of the opponent's Dou Qi Avatar, especially in a short-distance battle like a ring battle, it was like a chicken rib.

Looking at the boy and hesitating for a moment, Xuan Ming pursed his lips disdainfully, turned his head and swept his gaze to Zeng Haoran and Ding Wenli, who were the first to speak: "Hey, the two over there, you seem to know the appearance of Warcraft very well, do you want to throw your summoned beast on the stage and compare with me?"

As he spoke, Xuan Ming revealed the soul of the snake snake behind him.

Hearing this, someone in the crowd shouted angrily: "Damn, this guy is too shameless, if he can fight, he will be forced crazy, and if he can't fight, he will show his race, and he will fight against other people's monsters, what kind of rogue student is this?"

"The one who spoke, I can see you, isn't the three-star disciple capable of coming up to compete? ”

"You're going to have a fart magic and unleash a first-order magic for us?"

Xuan Ming was furious: "You bring a telephone pole to the labor, I have to give you a physical lightning attack!"

"Halo ......"

In the midst of everyone's scolding, Xuan Ming looked at the black and oppressive crowd in front of him with a cheap face, listening to the painless greetings of a group of children who had not scolded much, as if bathed in the sunshine of the Bright God Kingdom, with a smile on his face and a satisfied little face.

Half a minute later, he scratched his ears, blew lightly at the crowd, and shouted loudly: "You useless guys, you know how to hide behind your back and release cold arrows, hug each other to distort right and wrong, and even scold people when you talk one by one, it's really not technical, and the master won't play with you here!"

Seeing that at this time, no one was finally messing around with the victory or defeat of the Battle of the First Realm Warcraft, all after criticizing him, Xuan Ming smiled lightly at Mo Fan in the distance, jumped off the battle platform, walked to Zhou Shanting's side, patted the latter's shoulder and said, "I'm really looking forward to meeting you in the class battle......"

There was a lot of contempt between the words.

"Ahh~!"

Zhou Shanting finally couldn't bear this insult, shouted loudly, didn't care about the people around him, and punched Xuan Ming!

Unexpectedly, the young man seemed to have been prepared, a gloomy snake soul appeared behind him, Xuan Ming's body shrank, and then bounced up suddenly, after deceiving Zhou Shanting wrapped in spiritual power, he approached, pinched the boy's neck with one hand, and used his fingertips to almost suffocate the latter.

"The so-called fight, it's not about anyone's voice, it's about whose strength is ruthless!"

Xuan Ming raised Zhou Shanting with one hand, and spit out a fighting spirit from his fingertips, which directly stunned the boy in his hand, and threw him more than ten meters away with a wave of his arm, stirring up pieces of dust.

In the artistic conception of the breeze and dust, Xuan Ming rubbed his hands, revealing an effortless and chic appearance, and walked towards Mo Fan.