Nanjing University, No. 3 Gymnasium.

It was crowded, and as far as the eye could see, the gymnasium of the University was full of 7 or 800 students, not counting the spectators in the stands.

Zhou Yi's legs trembled a little, although he shouted that a martial artist should dare to fight, he was really surrounded by such a large group, and he still felt weak in his heart.

However, Li Zitong is a bit crazy, he is quite sure, Dean Qian is watching his performance somewhere.

He took a step forward, his eyes widened, he stretched out his finger, nodded and said, "Listen up, I'm called Li Zitong!" Freshmen of the martial arts department, which of you will advise? Come one by one! Today, I'm going to have fun with you! ”

The martial arts students in the stands were dumbfounded.

"Oh my God, what are my brother running to join in? When did he become so stubborn? Li Zitong's sister Li Zilin covered her mouth and exclaimed.

Syllable!

The restless crowd was quiet, the people in the stands were dumbfounded, and Li Zitong didn't know why, so he looked at Xiang Chen stupidly.

Xiang Chen walked in front of the crowd at some point, stretched out his hand and slapped a freshman's head, and slapped him directly with a strong slap.

After beating people, Xiang Chen retreated behind Li Zitong and the others before everyone could react, and a loud shout came out of his mouth.

"I said it was a group beating, what are you doing in a daze, do it!"

Xiang Chen's actions completely ignited the anger of the new students present.

Arrogant, too arrogant! Nima, we are the one with more people, okay?

Xiang Chen's actions were like a 100-meter starting gun, completely sounding the horn of the big war.

Li Zitong didn't have time to question why Xiang Chen didn't let him come one by one, because the crowd at the front had already rushed in, and he and Zhou Yiwei screamed and met the crowd.

It is true that the strength of the two two-star martial artists crushed everyone present, but there are too many freshmen, and they are too crazy, and in their opinion, Xiang Chen's accomplice is even more hateful!

Li Zitong jumped high in the crowd, kicked away the besiegers in a circle of people with a kick in the air, and after landing, before he could put on a handsome pose, he was submerged in the sea again.

Xiang Chen glanced at the two of them pitifully, secretly begged for more blessings, and also rushed into the crowd.

A freshman monster screamed and smashed his fist at Xiang Chen, Xiang Chen did not retreat but advanced, let his fist pass, and smashed an old fist on his eye socket, instantly smashing him into a panda eye.

The panda-eyed freshman turned black in front of his eyes and leaned back straight.

But of course he wouldn't fall, because the new students behind him had already continued to pour in.

"Brothers in front, don't step on the brothers who have fallen to the ground, squeeze them out!"

There are still people in the crowd who understand, know the seriousness of the stampede, and remind them loudly.

In this way, the panda-eyed freshmen were lined up by the crowd outside, and then picked up by the freshmen on the periphery and placed on the edge of the gymnasium.

Xiang Chen nodded with satisfaction, the quality of the students of Nanda is really good.

In this way, it will not affect his performance!

He laughed loudly, and the tiger slammed into the crowd, and for a moment all parts of his body turned into weapons, like a human hedgehog, and fell like a newborn harvesting wheat wherever he passed.

Another kick flew up and kicked a freshman, and Xiang Chen said with words in his mouth: "17! ”

As he fought, he kept muttering, and the numbers in his mouth kept increasing.

“18！”

“24！”

“30！”

“43！”

The freshmen besieging him didn't react to what Xiang Chen was muttering at first, but slowly someone discovered that he seemed to be muttering about the number of people he had beaten down!

Everyone was furious.

I think they can be admitted to NTU, and they are also the best in their respective high schools, when was they beaten like a whack-a-mole and still remembered their scores?

They were furious, Xiang Chen's offensive continued unabated, he spread his five fingers, put them together into palms, and slapped a palm on a freshman who stood in front of him, pushing him backwards.

Before the man could stabilize his body, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, and when he looked back, a straight fist with red eyes from behind him hit him in the back of the head.

"You, why the hell are you beating me?" The beaten man was dumbfounded, clutching the back of his head and slumping to the ground.

On the stands, on both sides of Wang Shilei sat Zhou Peng and Jiang Lie, who had fought with Xiang Chen, at this time the two of them looked solemn, looking at Xiang Chen in the field as if they were in a no-man's land and the crowd that was overturned.

"He won't... Can you really beat these people through alone? ”

Once upon a time, the two thought that their defeat at the hands of Xiang Chen was simply because of their carelessness, and in a blink of an eye, Xiang Chen had entered the three-star martial arts, coupled with his fierce record, so that they didn't even have the desire to do it with him.

"It's not that simple!" Wang Shilei looked at the battle in the field intently, "Do you really think that there are no cattle in other courtyards?" ”

As soon as the words fell, someone in the crowd shouted loudly: "Don't mess up, don't mess up, I'm Zhang Song of the Military Academy, listen to my orders, form an echelon, form multiple echelons, and grind his physical strength!" ”

At the back of the crowd, a man with glasses commanded the crowd, surrounded by several freshmen from the same military academy.

Zhang Song of the Military Academy is also regarded as the number one person in the Military Academy, and it is said that his talent in arranging troops has been praised by several mentors in just one month.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Song's name came out, many people in the crowd looked sideways.

"Listen to Zhang Song, form an echelon!"

"Don't squeeze the brothers outside, wait for the brothers inside to retreat and then go up again! Don't just think about defeating him and making meritorious contributions, focus on defense, and consume his physical strength little by little! Zhang Song continued to say loudly.

Sure enough, when a group of stragglers began to be commanded, they would quickly form a good combat effectiveness.

Xiang Chen's freshman who could be stunned with a casual hand, after protecting the key parts such as the head wholeheartedly, Xiang Chen had to use more strength.

Even many freshmen are about to pounce on him regardless of the ground, and they have to consume him more if they play with their lives.

When the group at the front has fought to a certain extent, the students behind will quickly make up for it, while the injured students who still have the strength to retreat to the back of the crowd, and after a certain period of respite, they will again line up in the echelon waiting line.

After all, there are less than ten people who can fight with Xiang Chen every time, and the people behind them are constantly pushing in, not only putting pressure on the people in front, but also wasting their physical strength in vain.

Now the situation has improved a lot.

Xiang Chen kicked the three people in front of him three times in a row, and by retreating, he overturned the four or five people behind him with a slap.

To deal with this group of raw melons and eggs, of course he didn't use his true qi.

Xiang Chen's battle with the master is mainly based on rapid combat, because his leapfrog battles are all based on his super high burst, and the lack of true qi is a shortcoming that he can't avoid, so he has always avoided falling into a fight.

But when he didn't use his true qi, he still had considerable confidence in himself by relying on his physical strength and physical strength to fight.

"Want to consume me? Come on! I'm going to beat you to the cold today! ”

Xiang Chen became more and more crazy, and his hands gradually became heavier.

A quasi-martial artist slapped his arms behind Xiang Chen, his arms quickly swollen, and he was about to retreat into the crowd, when Xiang Chen suddenly turned around and gave up the new life in front of him.

A knife slashed at the artery of his neck, and the would-be martial artist's newborn brain immediately ran out of blood, and he spun around and fainted.

Before fainting, he still didn't understand why Xiang Chen suddenly turned around and stabbed himself.

The people around him were also a little frightened, a quasi-martial artist was like a weak chicken boy in Xiang Chen's hands.

"Would-be martial artists huddle in twos, don't act alone! If one person is attacked, the other person immediately supports, so be sure not to be completely incapacitated!

Non-quasi-martial artists, with the quasi-martial artist as the arrow, your goal is to consume him and prepare for the general attack! Zhang Song shrank behind the crowd and gave new instructions again.

Zhang Song was very proud.

He is not good at cultivating martial arts, and he is not even a quasi-martial artist, so what? With so many people, including such a quasi-martial artist, don't they all have to do things according to his orders?

"Xiang Chen, hum, it's just a martial artist." Zhang Song is a typical military academy ideology.

He couldn't help but look up at the stands, at the beautiful and touching girl.

He also knows Sun Xinjie, but in his opinion, Sun Xinjie is just a little white face who relies on the two money in his family, just a straw bag.

Xiang Liu'er is a girl like Zhong Tiandi who is beautiful, only he Zhang Song is worthy of it!

Looking at Xiang Liu'er cheering for Xiang Chen loudly, Zhang Song snorted coldly.

"Xiang Liu'er, you are just blinded by his scenery, when I trample him under my feet, you will understand that only truly smart people are worthy of you!"

Zhang Song smiled proudly, the ticket to victory is in his hands!

Before he could take a second look at his sweetheart, suddenly, Zhang Song felt a chill behind his back, as if he was being targeted by some kind of flood beast.

He hurriedly looked back.

Xiang Chen's eagle-like gaze was accurately locked on him through the layers of people!