On the competition platform, Mo Xiaojing checked the bladeless blunt sword issued to him, and estimated its weight in his heart.

Four pounds and seven taels.

Then he raised his head and said with a smile: "Brother Yue has never liked to concede. ”

Although he is the student president, the person in front of him is his real senior, Mo Xiaojing didn't have any shelf, and said plainly:

"Then, Xiao Jing struck first."

With that, a red mist rose from the black-haired boy's body, and he stepped forward with a swift step like a ghost, and swept out with a sword.

At this time, the voice of the narrator belatedly sounded: "Sorry, everyone. ”

A clear and high-pitched female voice with a little bit of pride.

At the same time, familiarity to the extreme.

"Xuehua is late, I hope you will forgive me."

At the commentary seat, the white-clothed and black-haired president didn't have time to sit down at all, so he hurriedly confessed.

Lan Che Yeqing looked at each other - in the original plan, because the time of the two guys' competition coincided, it originally caused a discussion, but in the end, it ended with the president - "Let's go see that dead Xiaojing, I don't need to watch it." Such a judgment.

In this way, it seems that the president had foresight.

But Lan Che didn't, she gently pressed her little head and looked at Xiao Jiu in front of her in confusion: "Why did she run away?" ”

It is true that the woman sitting in the commentary seat at this moment, with black hair and black eyes, is beautiful. A straight black ponytail hangs down behind her head like a sharp sword.,Such a heroic girl.,There's no semicolon in the whole world except for the president.。

"In theory." Zhou Xi sighed. "If you can take out your opponent in a few breaths."

"And then take a few breaths to get to someone else's arena."

"Let's say you've already applied for the Commentary."

"At the same time, you know the person who was the original narrator of the project."

Zhou Xi said the theoretical conditions one by one: "Then, it is completely acceptable for the president to appear there." ”

In fact, in the women's martial arts exploration preliminaries, which were only 50 zhang away from the men's free arts venue, the familiar female voice echoed narrowly in the venue.

"I know that many of the male students here are here to watch the president's game, but our beautiful and honorable president kills the opponent so shamelessly and leaves in a hurry."

"If you want to know the future generations, please move to the men's free martial arts field."

Then Bei Luan squinted and smiled on the commentary seat: "The chairman and president love and want to kill something, it's always the cutest one, right?" ”

"Even Beiluan and I can't suppress my strong curiosity and desire to learn, but my valuable professionalism tells me that it's just as important to stay here until the last moment of the competition."

Ao Xuehua suddenly sneezed loudly in the commentary seat, and then made a gesture to the white-clothed young man standing up next to him.

The original men's freelance commentary, Guangya, the leader of the hidden wing group of the first group of the Burial Snow Club, shook his head slightly, feeling inexplicable grief for such a rare girlish behavior of his president.

Ao Xuehua's passionate voice immediately echoed throughout the audience:

"Without further ado, the game has begun."

"Mo Xiaojing swept away with his sword!"

"There is no doubt that this kind of three-legged cat's kung fu can be difficult for our Yue Renge senior! As a senior bronze swordsman, the student president who was lucky enough to be on the throne must be vulnerable. ”

"Just the right block! Yue Renge's senior has three flavors of swordsmanship! ”

"Then there is a neat and neat triple slash fluent performance, worthy of a martial arts idiot who studies martial arts!"

"Mo Xiaojing was forced to retreat, he had no other way."

Senior Yue stepped forward quickly, and he followed, right! That's it! It's time to beat the water dogs. ”

Ge Zhu looked at President Ao Xue Huaao, who was getting more and more excited the more he talked in the commentary seat, and at this time he suddenly didn't want to admit that he was actually doing things under her: "It's really a fair, just and open commentary!" ”

But the president's explanation continued, and she seemed to quickly solve the battle, and the only purpose of coming here was to watch Mo Xiaojing's classmates go out in embarrassment.

Even if she can't, explaining the game that made him lose face is very much in line with her heart.

"Mo Xiaojing resisted stubbornly, holding his sword to resist the attack of Senior Yue!"

"Two swords clash, sparks fly!"

"How can Mo Xiaojing hold on! See! Sure enough, he withdrew! ”

"The long sword falls to the ground, and the sound is clear!"

"Mo Xiaojing's defeat has been decided." Ao Xuehua's voice was smooth, as if she suddenly drank a big sip of cold mint water in the middle of summer.

"Let's celebrate the victory of Senior Yue Renge together!"

Then she brewed her feelings for a moment and continued to speak:

"This is the end of the clown's performance! After all, those who have lost their fame can't stand the test of actual combat! ”

"It's really exciting!"

"Happy ......"

"Big ......"

Ao Xuehua's voice became smaller and quieter, because the changes on the field did not end because she was happy one after another.

She stopped suddenly, and then her voice broke out again: "Dead Xiaojing, what are you doing!"

She finally gave up Mo Xiaojing's name and returned to the exclusive title of Dead Xiaojing.

"Soon, Senior Yue Renge hit the head with the back of his sword and rolled off the stage!"

"Come on, senior Yue Renge!" She almost danced on the commentary seat: "The arduous task of cutting off this traitorous villain is entrusted to you!" ”

"I'm sorry, Lord." It was only at this time that Mo Xiaojing's voice sounded from the field unhurriedly.

Warm as jade.

He was originally stretched thin and embarrassed on stage. It seems that he may be defeated by Yue Renge at any time.

But at this moment, he was dodging, speaking calmly, speaking clearly, without the slightest feeling of breath confusion.

The stands burst into cheers.

To be precise, it was the girls who cheered like thunder.

The previous Proud President suppressed it vigorously, which made those female fans who loved the president resentful. But how strong is the president's aura, and the situation of Mo Xiaojing on the field is really not optimistic, so it is difficult to boo even if you want to.

But at this time, Mo Xiaojing, who was about to be defeated and leave, spoke so easily, how could he not give them a chance to break out!

"It's not easy to see you come from afar." Mo Xiaojing smiled and continued: "Wouldn't it be too unkind to not give you a little space to play!" ”

"How much enmity they should have?" Ge Zhu silently covered his face.

Although Mo Xiaojing on the stage had withdrawn his sword and left his hand, he was still not hit.

Relying on his nimble dodge, the white-clothed leader calmly walked through the rigorous and square, dense sword light of the Yue Ren Song.

is obviously in danger, but he seems so calm and easy.

Yue Renge saw that he couldn't attack it for a long time, but he was not in a hurry. This senior of the academy, who is known as a martial idiot, has no sword light, forming a net little by little, but it does not hurt his vital point, and he is bound to force Mo Xiaojing to admit defeat and surrender on his own.

On the contrary, it is the huge number of fans of Mo Xiaojing in the stands that are closely related to the adults in the ring. Every exquisite dodge of Mo Xiaojing was exchanged for their tsunami-like screams and cheers.

"Hey, I'm just hiding from a big husband." Ao Xuehua saw that Mo Xiaojing did not show any defeat, and couldn't help but be angry in the commentary seat: "A negative game will be a loss!"