Chapter Eighty-One: Win!

"Haha, look at my pet, I can't wait to compete with you now!" Zhang Xiao patted the blood-bladed fangs with Hara behind him, and said to the wind.

The corners of Feng Wanli's mouth raised slightly, and he glared fiercely at the Bloodblade Fanghog.

"Roar!" The Bloody Blade Fanghog looked panicked, retreated slightly, and stared at the Blue Spirit Marten on Feng Wanli's shoulder with a pair of big eyes, but he still remembered the pain of being frozen by the Blue Spirit Mink.

"Piggy, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Xiao hurriedly kept stroking the Bloody Blade Pig, but he wanted to appease the Bloody Blade Pig.

Seeing the reaction of the Blood Blade Pig, Feng Wanli was sure that this was the Blood Blade Pig he had captured, but he didn't know why it fell into Zhang Xiao's hands, you must know that a Blood Blade Pig was worth at least 1,300 gold coins.

"This, Zhang Xiao is really rich, should I pit him again?" The corners of Feng Wanli's mouth raised slightly, and he said secretly in his heart.

Feng Wanli pointed at Zhang Xiao and mocked: "You are really disgusting, you actually gave your Blood Blade Pig such a disgusting name." ”

"You're looking for death!" Zhang Xiao's face turned red, and he said viciously: "You'd better pray that you don't meet me, otherwise I will definitely defeat you in public!" ”

"Huh!" Feng Wanli smiled slightly, didn't say more, turned around, and walked towards the center of the square.

"Now this wind is getting more and more dragged!" Wang Haifeng walked out from behind Zhang Xiao, looked at the back of Feng Wanli, and spoke.

Zhang Xiao clenched his hands and said lightly: "If I destroy a person, I must make him swell first!" ”

"Really? But I think boss, you've always wanted to suppress him? Wang Haifeng was quite puzzled and continued: "Then don't embarrass him during this time?" ”

"You idiot!" Zhang Xiao was just saying an angry word, but he didn't expect Wang Haifeng to take it seriously.

Wang Haifeng looked puzzled and couldn't help asking, "Boss, what's wrong with me?" ”

It is said that Feng Wanli walked to the center of the square, but found that there was a huge table in front of him, but Jin Xia was standing there, and there was a lottery box in front of him.

Feng Wanli drew the 49th, but it was exactly the same as the student number when he was not assigned to a class before, which was quite fateful.

The test site was the playground, and the wind ran through the crowd directly towards the playground behind the school.

The playground is very large, but after being divided into 128 competition venues, the ground is also insufficient, and each competition field is only 10 square meters in size.

Feng Wanli looked around, searched for a long time before he found that his No. 49 competition venue was in the center of the field.

When he came to the venue, Feng Wanli found that his opponent was a young girl, looking at her appearance, Feng Wanli vaguely remembered that this girl was from the warrior class.

After waiting for a while, Feng Wanli glanced at the teacher in the center of the competition venue and asked, "Let's start the competition now?" ”

The teacher who acted as the referee seemed to be the head teacher of the second class next door, but he pushed his black-rimmed glasses and asked the female student opposite, "Ji Wanrong, are you ready?" ”

"Yes!" Ji Wanrong nodded prettyly.

"That's good!" The teacher nodded: "Then you can start the competition now!" ”

"Don't you ask me?" Feng Wan was not angry, and couldn't help but secretly say: "This teacher is also lustful? ”

"Ji Wanrong, Miyamoto Musashi Inheritor!" Ji Wanrong was very polite and arched her hand towards Feng Wanli, but this was the etiquette before the competition.

Feng Wanli tilted his head slightly, and said to Ji Wanrong: "Feng Wanli, Wang Zhaojun's inheritor!" ”

"I've heard of you, the school's famous exhibitionist!" Ji Wanrong covered her mouth and quipped.

Feng Wanli turned dark, and quickly explained: "It was hot at that time, and I was just bathing in the river. ”

"Huh!" Ji Wanrong smiled slightly: "So that's the case, but please be merciful to your classmates!" ”

"Yes!"

The wind was not too big, he pulled out the short sword at his waist and walked slowly towards Ji Wanrong.

Ji Wanrong's weapon was a custom-made double knife, the two double knives were about one meter long, flashing with silver light, and one of them rushed forward, instantly appearing in front of Feng Wanli, and a blue energy shroud shrouded in the body.

The corners of Feng Wanli's mouth raised slightly, and with a move of his right hand, he cast a confining frost, and a finger-thick wall of ice crystals instantly enveloped Ji Wanrong.

"Empty Slash!" Ji Wanrong didn't panic, she snorted lightly, and the double knives in her hands slashed through an energy knife qi towards the ice wall.

"Bang!" The azure blue knife qi slashed on the ice crystals, and it actually made a very crisp impact sound.

Looking at the ice crystals that were still standing, only half a finger deep, Ji Wanrong was taken aback: "This confinement frost is actually so hard!" ”

"You'd better throw in the towel!" The wind lifted slightly, and bursts of cold ice slowly gathered on the soles of Ji Wanrong's feet.

"This kid is terrible!"

The teacher in the ring looked at Feng Wanli's hand and couldn't help but exclaim: "This kid is really powerful, but the control of this withered ice crystal is not inferior to the bronze-level Wang Zhaojun inheritor." ”

"I throw in the towel!" Feeling the cold air under her feet, Ji Wanrong stuffed the long knife in her hand into the scabbard at her waist.

Feng Wanli smiled slightly: "I agreed!" ”

"Why are you talking so literately?" Ji Wanrong stepped over the melted ice crystals and asked.

Feng Wanli waved his hand: "Don't you think this is handsome?" ”

Ji Wanrong rolled her eyes, and then jumped out of the ring.

"Test venue No. 49! Wind Wanli wins! The teacher who acted as the referee slowly said the results of the competition at this time.

Feng Wanli shook the short sword in his hand and muttered, "It seems that you don't need to bring the short sword next time!" ”

Ziling's competition venue is the ninth venue, and the opponent is a male classmate, who is the inheritor of Luban No. 7, because there is no special weapon, the inheritor of Luban No. 7 is still holding a short sword, and Ziling, who has the inheritance of Mulan, fights hand-to-hand.

Of course, there was no suspense in the result, Ziling had a dazzling dance and defeated it directly.

"No. 9 test venue, He Ziling wins!"

Ziling walked down the field, found Feng Wanli's figure, and asked, "Wanli, you also won?" ”

"Yes!" Feng Wanli waved his hand: "You still don't believe in my strength!" ”

Ziling's eyes were white, and he smiled slightly: "Let's go see the red peony them!" ”

Feng Wanli tiptoed slightly, and found that Red Peony was in the No. 18 competition venue, and Rouzhi was standing under the ring, looking at his smiling appearance, he had obviously already won.