Zhao Du, the gate of the Holy Land

"Yang Jie, I finally saw you, my god fan has been waiting for you for a long time!"

While most of the students were still adjusting to the brutal and bloody coercion when the Holy Land had just opened, a clear voice suddenly came from the front of the team, this person was the Xiang Xuan of the four major families of Zhao Capital, and the strength was second only to Yang Jie in Zhao Du's rumors.

The eyes of those who still have spare strength began to hit Xiang Xuan.

Soon, Su Mo also saw this legendary Zhao Du Lao-Er.

Xiang Xuan, who is dressed in a robe, is still a transvestite, he is dressed very strangely, an over-the-knee robe, like a teacher in the Republic of China, and the moon-white robe makes his temperament very elegant.

He was holding a folding fan in his hand, and the folding fan instantly attracted the attention of many people.

The folding fan is white, with a pale golden bird painted on one side, and a few words on the other side, which Su Mo is not able to read clearly, and the fan bone is pure black.

The open folding fan is just enough to block Xiang Xuan's chest, and he always habitually shakes it a few times, but Zhao Du's naivety is not hot.

"Could that be his contract alien weapon, who is this designer, so literary!"

Su Mo couldn't help but complain in his heart, saying that it sounds good is literature and art, and if it doesn't sound good, that is, Xiang Xuan's body is too sassy!

Xiang Xuan held the folding fan in his hand, and began to meet the wind blowing from the gate of the Holy Land, only to see him swing the folding fan twice in front of him, and two sharp wind blades were sent out from the folding fan, and there was also a tendency for the wind to become larger, directly tearing open two gaps in the wilderness aura that rushed out of the Holy Land.

"Xiang Xuan is so handsome, it's amazing!"

"That's right, from head to toe, even the weapons are so stylish!"

"Is that pulling the wind, that's Ya, okay!"

"If only I had that handsome alien weapon!"

"People's god fan is known as the strongest winged beast Bai Feng, for you, do you have the strength to raise it!"

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A buzzing sound erupted in the crowd in an instant, and most of them began to admire the power and handsomeness of the god fan, and of course there were different voices.

"Haha, why are you still wearing this robe, everyone is wearing tactical clothes, you transvestite can stink!"

Also at the front of the crowd, Su Mo heard a familiar laughter, the voice was from Yang Jie, the boy who brought Su Mo over in the morning.

Yang Jie actually remembered the kid who was late in the morning at this time, because his school uniform was also very strange, and throughout the whole competition, I am afraid that there were only these two strange outfits.

However, this thought is only fleeting, and since Xiang Xuan has already made a move, he can't hide it.

"Wait, I'll show you my dragon cannon!"

As soon as Yang Jie finished speaking, a huge cannon barrel stretched out from his hand, the cannon was about one meter long, the diameter was thirty centimeters, the entire cannon body was red, there were two handles on the cannon body, there was one at the bottom of the cannon, the trigger was also in that place, and one was in the middle of the cannon, Yang Jie happened to hold it with his left hand.

This way of lifting the cannon has a sense of déjà vu with Gatrin.

The huge cannon body was in stark contrast to Yang Jie's small man, but looking at Yang Jie's appearance, he knew that his strength had already surpassed everyone else.

"The dragon roars!"

Boom –

After a violent sound, a volleyball-sized energy projectile was sent out from the muzzle of the cannon, and the crimson energy projectile swept away the bloody aura that rushed out of the holy land with extremely fast speed and great power.

The blood-red gas was blown clean by the bombardment.

The students, who were still trying to adapt, felt a burst of relaxation in an instant.

"That's Yang Jie's contract weapon, it's too powerful!"

"This, this, this is the weapon that a man should have!"

"This kind of strength, how can we compare!"

···

The scene was quickly divided into two factions, most of the boys supported Yang Jie, while most of the girls began to support Xiang Xuan, which was a battle between the powerful faction and the idol faction.

But there are still many people, flames are beginning to appear in their eyes, and they are eager to fight such a strong man, even if it is a try.

Wang Chen is one of them, but it's okay to fight Yang Jie, but he can't get injured, let alone quit the game, because he still wants to rank as high as possible, after all, the honor of the thirteenth district is the most important.

"Forget it, goodbye to the top of the Holy Land!"

Yang Jie had already taken the lead in rushing in, but he knew that there was a magical energy in the Holy Land, which could greatly improve the combat effectiveness of the contract weapon.

He didn't want to miss this opportunity in vain, after all, his goal was not this little Zhao Du, that's right, his goal was next year's Jiudu Holy War, which was the biggest stage in the whole of China.

Similarly, in Kyoto and the Demon Capital, there are extremely powerful opponents, and he heard that there are already middle school students there whose strength has reached the C level, but he is not very far from that position.

Sang-hyun followed and rushed into the holy land.

However, many of the people behind were still in place, trying to gradually adapt to the diffuse aura and majesty of the holy land.

After all, the feeling of depression is very uncomfortable, and this kind of suppression can reduce one's combat effectiveness to a great extent, and besides, it is not necessarily good to rush in now.

After all, there will be seven days in the points race.

The vast majority of the students present are the top students of each school, and the top students are not only strong, but also the brains are really good.

Moreover, if you go in a little later, you can also get a certain distance from those powerful opponents, and you can fight them after you enter.

Therefore, most people still choose to wait and seek stability.

But then, Wang Chen, Su Mo and Zhou Jing rushed in, they didn't stop to wait, nor did they stop to adapt, because everything here is like a breeze compared to Yang Lao's mental pressure.

"Wow, you see that guy in school uniform actually rushed in after Yang Jie, you don't have to be in such a hurry to reincarnate!"

"He, I remember, he seems to be from the thirteenth district, and he seems to have some strength!"

"yes, he seems to have kicked out a student yesterday. ”

"The strength of the fart, the person he beat yesterday was the son of the head of the eleventh district, and that pig brother came here to be gold-plated, so ah, yesterday I just let the guy in the school uniform pretend to be a force!"

"I see!"

"Alas, are you from the thirteenth district, you want to get some results quickly, after all, they have not achieved anything for several sessions!"

"Haha, I'm afraid that the sooner you go in, the faster you can release the distress flare!"

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Wang Chen and Su Mo naturally didn't hear these discussions, but rushed into the holy land with all their hearts, because they really needed results.

Immediately after, the other children of the four major families also rushed in.

Nearly half an hour passed, and most of them got used to it and began to slowly enter the holy place.

"District 13, that kid is District 13, the only guy who doesn't have an energy level of more than 100!"

At the end of the walk was a man in a neat military uniform, who was basically at the back of the line, in order to get a good look at the opponent he was about to face.

This person is Cui Bin.

After everyone had entered the Holy Land, he slowly stepped into the Holy Land with steady steps.