Wang Feng was indeed a little surprised.

He hasn't played for six days in a row, and it stands to reason that the teams behind him shouldn't have the guts to play again.

Wang Feng can be regarded as happy, and it is just right not to play.

Unexpectedly, he would encounter an academy that did not admit defeat and abstained, which made Wang Feng feel a little surprised.

If Tianshui Academy is a well-known elemental academy in the empire, Wang Feng can still understand it, or if it is the kind of academy that has a high record and wants to fight, Wang Feng can also understand it.

But this garbage academy, which lost 19 out of 20 games, didn't admit defeat and abstain?

Could it be that you are letting yourself go?

"That, my soul power is empty, I'll go back first, you can watch the game."

Wang Feng coughed a few times and said, "Look at it, this game is a little weird." ”

As he spoke, Wang Feng held his head with his hand and walked out of the lounge seemingly weakly.

"Brother, Brother Feng only released the soul technique once, it shouldn't be like this, right?"

Xiao Wu looked at Wang Feng's back and wondered.

Tang San said in a low voice: "Of course it's pretended, that soul skill is too powerful, in order not to expose too much, Brother Feng pretended to be weak, making other teams think that he can only put it once." Of course, he has to pretend to be a full set, if he goes back in good spirits now, isn't it obvious that he is pretending? ”

Hearing this, everyone was stunned.

"Alright, let's go and watch the game. This game feels weird to me. ”

——

When Wang Feng came to take the rest area of Purple Star Academy, he knew the name of this team.

Yellow Springs College.

Although there is no Huangquan in this world, Wang Feng still feels a little strange when he hears this name.

"Very weak team..."

Dean Fei Lun said lightly, "For you, it's just a matter of seconds, the highest level of their entire team is only level thirty-four, and the average level is thirty-two... In Heaven Dou City's advanced academy, it was much worse than all of us. ”

"But none of this team gave up."

After Dean Fei Lun finished speaking, he handed the information to Wang Feng to look at.

Wang Feng really looked at it this time, because he might feel a little weird.

After reading it.

"That's rubbish, isn't it?"

Wang Feng was speechless in his heart, he looked at it for a long time, the seven members of this Huangquan Academy team, not even a thirty-fifth level.

Among these more than 20 teams, it is really a bottom-level academy, no wonder the record is so poor.

And the quality of the martial soul is not high.

The best martial soul Wang Feng saw was the Horn Insect Martial Soul, which was a kind of insect martial soul with strong defense and a certain offensive ability.

It is the beast martial soul with the highest quality of martial soul among the seven people.

The rest are stinky fish and rotten shrimp.

After Wang Feng glanced at the information, he took the six people to the ring.

Perhaps curious that there were still academies daring to fight against Purple Star Academy, the audience at the scene seemed a little excited.

For fans who haven't seen Jiuyi for a long time, they are naturally even happier.

Although they all knew the result, they would naturally cheer and be happy when they could see each other's posture.

In the ring.

Even the referee was a little hungry and drowsy, lazy and couldn't keep his spirits, obviously he was speechless and not interested in this kind of weak academy challenge Jiuyikai.

If it's the rest of the Elemental Academy, it's a bit of a sight to behold.

But what can such a weak academy be? Not to mention ten seconds, even four or five seconds are estimated to not last.

Wang Feng also saw the team members of Huangquan Academy, five men and two women, all of whom were average in appearance and size, and it was not easy to find them in the crowd.

The age doesn't look very big, about twenty, and the captain's martial soul is the best quality of the martial soul seen in the information.

"Game on!"

The referee said lazily.

With that, he stepped back to the high platform to the side.

At the same time, five of the seven people from Huangquan Academy directly activated their martial souls and rushed towards Wang Feng, while two auxiliary soul masters behind them were imposing a state on them.

Wang Feng was even more confused.

What did he think the seven could hide? And it just rushed over?

Led by the captain, the three soul rings on his body lit up directly, and the whole person seemed to have turned into a hornworm, with an extremely sharp horn growing on the top of his head, containing a layer of milky white light.

The other four men came towards the attack at the same time.

"No... That's it... There's no reason to play? ”

Wang Feng wondered, with the strength of these five people, let alone him, one Dai Mubai could handle it.

He thought that the other party might have some hidden moves, but now it seems that it is too weak.

Seeing a few people coming, Wang Feng frowned slightly, his eyes flashed slightly, and his black robe floated, but he just lightly moved one hand and slapped the captain directly away.

Immediately followed by a few slaps, slapping the other four people away.

In a few blinks, all five of them fell to the ground, leaving only two auxiliary female soul masters in the distance, who opened their mouths and said:

"We throw in the towel."

Hearing this, a strange light flashed in Wang Feng's eyes.

This battle, there is something odd.

It's so weird, there's always something wrong... Wang Feng filtered one side from beginning to end.

The ordinary academy where these seven people are located, the inferior soul power level, and then the mediocre attack.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, as if he had thought of something.

My heart is slightly cold!

At this point, the referee also stretched, intending to declare victory.

But at this moment...... A scream rang out from the mouths of two female soul masters in the distance:

"Die... Dead! ”

As soon as the words came out, the audience fell silent!

Countless spectators trembled!

The referee also froze in place, and suddenly turned around and walked over.

I saw the captain, who was lying on the ground at this time, his eyes were white, and there was a slap in his chest.

The referee walked over and checked it, and his heart sank.

People, out of gas.

Seeing that the referee's face was extremely solemn, many people's hearts also sank.

There are rules in the competition, and you are not allowed to shoot and kill.

If this happens, then at the very least, you will be disqualified from the competition!

Countless pairs of eyes suddenly looked at Jiuyi!

"Still playing such filthy tricks? Touching porcelain? ”

The corners of Wang Feng's mouth twitched slightly.

With his control of power, the slap just now would at most knock the opponent away, and it would be impossible to kill the opponent at all.

But in front of everyone's eyes, even if there are 10,000 mouths, they can't tell clearly.

Wang Feng really didn't expect that there would be such a dirty method.

Wang Feng almost didn't have to think about it to know who it was. It must be the Wuhun Palace, or rather, the ghost of the platinum bishop Salas.

The reason is very simple, he rejected the invitation of various forces a few days ago, and naturally included the Martial Spirit Palace.

In addition, his identity is mysterious, and he didn't even agree to basic contact, so there is a high probability that the other party is a ghost.

Wang Feng walked over, but halfway through, he was stopped by the referee.