Seeing a pair of eyes that wanted to tear Zhou Ming, Mo Qiang was very satisfied, the disciples of the Martial Academy were shameless enough, and nothing could stop them.

You can only play three games, but who rules that you can only play one?

They have hundreds of people here, and it's not a big deal to take out twenty or thirty to besiege Zhou Ming, right?

"Don't forget, this Zhou Ming is the first in the martial arts examination of the Sports Academy, according to the convention, as long as you defeat him, you can get the resource supply of the bet, and if you kill him directly, you can get all the resource supply share of him!"

Saying this, Mo Qiang suddenly paused, giving these disciples who didn't know about it time to fantasize.

"The number one in our Martial Academy only has a share of one million resources, and Zhou Ming alone has five and a half million! That's five and a half million, as long as you kill this Zhou Ming, then it's all yours!"

Call!

Hearing the figure of five and a half million, all the disciples who didn't know about it before were boiling, that was five and a half million a month, which was more than five times the number one person in their Martial Academy.

"How is it? Isn't it tempting? It's equivalent to killing this Zhou Ming, then you can get more than 10 million resources every month!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill Zhou Ming!"

"We want resources, kill him!"

There were dozens of people who were so hungry that they all shouted and shouted.

"Mo Qiang, you are simply shameless! You actually used this method to arouse their hatred for Zhou Ming!" Zhang Zhouya gritted his teeth and said.

"Hahaha, why am I shameless? Isn't this a fact, for the sake of resources, what do they have to fight! Who made your sports academy have so many more resources than our martial arts academy?"

"Nonsense, although it seems that we have more resources than yours, it is purely because you have too many people, if there are few children in the Martial Academy, the resources are definitely much more than ours!"

"Hehe, so what? Now it's a fact, you get a lot of resources, as long as you kill you, the resources provided by those academies will belong to them! You just wait to die, there are a lot of outstanding talents in this year's martial arts academy! If you, the disciple of the dean of the gymnasium, are also killed, I don't know if your grandfather will go crazy? hahaha!"

Mo Qiang laughed unscrupulously, he would not have any resources without resources, as the grandson of the dean, he never lacked these.

As for those people in the martial arts academy who surrounded the resources to fight hard, he didn't care, anyway, he didn't need to work hard, he would die if he died, and he was not from his family.

"Mo Qiang, just for your own selfishness, you actually instigated so many martial academy disciples to die, won't your conscience feel guilty!"

The superficial problem is resources, but if there is no instruction from the top of the Martial Academy, how can this kind of thing happen.

A lack of resources is inevitable, but there is no need to risk students' lives to fill it.

The annual mortality rate of the sports institute is sixty percent, and the average mortality rate is ninety, and the martial arts academy will be much better?

There is a mortality rate of three or four percent every year, and hundreds of people die for a thousand.

"Hehe, this has nothing to do with me, anyway, I don't need to be sent to death! There are enough people in the martial arts academy that I don't need to fight hard, but there are so few people in the gymnasium, you have to play!"

Mo Qiang's voice became smaller and smaller, and almost only a few people on Zhou Ming's side could hear it.

They knew in their hearts what was going on with this kind of thing, and the disciples of the big family on the side of the Martial Academy didn't need to work hard, because there were enough resources.

Where do the resources come from?

The disciple of the martial academy is dead, so isn't there it?

If an ordinary disciple dies, there will be 100,000 more every month, and if 3 or 400 people die, it will be 30 or 40 million more, isn't it a piece of cake to use these resources to support a few family disciples?

Therefore, the death of the disciples of the Martial Academy is of great benefit to them.

Zhang Zhou said that for his own selfishness, it is because of this.

Naked interests and the exchange of lives.

Ordinary disciples with no background, their strength is strong, and it is luck to be able to be strong enough to have resources, if they can't do it, then die, and leave the resources to the people of their families.

Zhou Ming listened to the conversation between the two people, and quickly thought of this layer, he just didn't expect the interest relationship in the middle to be so bloody.

As for why the Martial Arts Academy is reluctant to recruit fewer people, stupid, who would want to?

If there are more disciples in the Martial Academy, the total amount you can get will be more, and you have to give a little bit for each disciple, even if there is less.

And when they all died, these resources were left in the hands of those families.

So the more people and the more people die, the better it is for them.

Anyway, people are called in, and there are not many people who are willing to enter the sports institute, and the rest are all from the martial arts academy, and no matter how garbage they are, they can also be brought in, because every extra one will have more resources than 100,000 per month.

"Hehe, I didn't expect these academies to be so bloody!" Zhou Ming sneered, he really didn't expect it to be naked to this extent.

"Don't sigh, do you see that group of students who want to tear you apart? You just wait to die, if you can beat three or five, I don't believe you can beat thirty or fifty!"

Mo Qiang's face was full of sneers, and then he turned to look at the disciples of the Martial Academy.

"This Zhou Ming, I don't know what method he used, actually occupied the first place in the gymnasium with the cultivation of the quenching eightfold, but the resources on his body are absolutely true! As long as you kill this garbage-like quenching eightfold, you can get a huge amount of resources, and from now on, you will no longer worry about cultivation resources, the elixir treasure and cultivation artifact should be important! As long as you kill this insignificant quenching eightfold!"

Mo Qiang had a loud voice, no one could compete with him at this point, not even Zhou Ming.

Because Mo Qiang is a half-step spirit gathering realm.

Mo Qiang worked hard to publicize that Zhou Ming was just a quenching eightfold, and he relied on insidious means to get the first.

"So, let this gymnasium die first under your absolute strength, and let him become a stepping stone for your rise!"

"Kill Zhou Ming!"

"Kill Zhou Ming!"

The eyes of the people in the martial arts academy were red, and they could all see that Zhou Ming's cultivation was the lowest, and such a martial artist was afraid that they could be killed with one punch.

And killing an ant like Zhou Ming can get 10 million resources, who will back down?

"It's really hateful, the people of the Mo family are always so disgusting!" Zhang Zhou's teeth were about to bleed.

"People die for money, who can resist this temptation!" Zhou Ming couldn't help but shake his head, although these people were provoked, but the starting point was still because of greed, otherwise how could they not help but want to kill Zhou Ming because of Mo Qiang's few words.

"The road of martial arts, if you kill me, I will kill you, how can there be right or wrong, only interests!"

Zhou Ming came out, this battle is inevitable and useless, I am afraid that there will be more such battles in the future, and the only thing that can keep him alive is strength.

"Mo Qiang, don't talk nonsense, draw a line, don't you want to kill me? I'll give you this chance!