"Sorry, wrong, do it again. You guys! Gather here... What do you want to do? It's like to... Is it dead!! ”

When the momentum of the crowd collapsed, Luo Xia shouted fiercely with a fierce face, and the ferocious momentum of killing thousands of living beings exploded in the form of spiritual impact! Frightened, everyone who felt a little overwhelmed a moment ago was agitated, and involuntarily retreated behind them.

In the crowd, some teenagers who only messed around in the academy on weekdays even sat on the ground in horror by the sudden killing intent!

Of course, there are also teenagers, although they are taken aback, but more angry. Luo Xia's provocation alone completely angered them.

These days of pride simply can't tolerate someone in a garbage academy like the Seventh Academy to provoke them with this way of making a death.

Since he dares to fight, then fight!

Southern Xinjiang boys, how can you be afraid of war!?

Do you really dare to kill people?

"Wait! I was just joking, everybody continue, just like I haven't been, goodbye. ”

Peng!!!

The iron gate was closed again, a cool breeze swept by, and hundreds of people fell into inexplicable embarrassment...

Several teenagers who had already drawn their knives were trembling and unable to help themselves, with a sense of derangement, as if, reality was a joke?

I don't know which girl behind the crowd started to laugh first, and suddenly the laughter was one after another.

But more boys and brave and ruthless people are angry and abnormal, and they feel that their personalities have been insulted and molested.

In short, the aura collapsed.

A huge provocation and crusade, everyone has a sense of decadence that cannot be carried on.

Luo Xia, who ran away after pretending to be forced, patted his chest weakly, of course he knew that the group of energetic teenagers at the door would not just forget it.

But is he the kind of being who doesn't know whether to live or die?

So he went to Kui Kui and told him that it was time for the security captain to be loyal, oh no, to do his duty.

The naïve Kuikui didn't expect someone to dig a big hole for him, but instead ran towards the school gate with an excited face.

Luo Xia didn't know what happened next.

But he didn't see Kuikui again for a week.

And those students who blocked the door, it is said that many of them passed by the Seventh Academy, and they began to take a detour.

Alas.

That's the power of wisdom.

Luo Xia especially likes this feeling of effortlessness and annihilation of the ashes by himself.

"You're so despicable."

The green head came out from behind him faintly, and Luo Xia was lying in the huge guard room at this time (in fact, he was studying in the house world).

As the chief intelligence officer, the green head was fooled by Luo Xia to spy on the information of the academy Dabi and whether the students of the major academies would be unfavorable to the school. By the way, run errands and report a name or something.

A few days later, everyone gradually discovered that Luo Xia, as the principal's agent, didn't have to do anything! It also occupies the best dormitory in the school, the former principal's office!

"You know what? The most tiring thing in the world is not physical labor, but mental labor, which is to lose your hair, look at your green hair, how beautiful you are, are you willing to lose it? And the most tiring part of mental work is undoubtedly to worry about others. ”

Luo Xia glanced at the green head, and said with a little self-pity:

"You may not understand how painful it is to worry. Come on, come on, go out and turn left five streets, there are some street children, you go and take care of them, maybe you will understand my hard work. ”

Luo Xia flickered the green head seriously, and the latter looked unconvinced but secretly thoughtful, which made him almost hold back his laughter.

"Compared to a mental worker like me, your errand work is simply happy, you know. But don't worry about it, everything is done? ”

"Humph! It's all right, wait for the other colleges to decide the rankings in the next few months, and then set off for the imperial capital! ”

"Gone?"

"Not enough?"

Luo Xia covered his forehead and stood up, and said in a tone of hatred: "If the intelligence officer is so good, what do I want you to do?" Doesn't it just depend on your talent? ”

The green head looked arrogant: "Hmph, you have vision." ”

Luo Xia, who had already figured out how to control these thorns, said patiently: "However, for the information to be accurate, at least there must be supporting materials, whether it is written or received." In addition, the date, quantity, emphasis and information that may endanger everyone must be right or wrong. ”

As he spoke, he took out a copy of "An Intelligence Officer's Self-cultivation" compiled by the Magic Energy Library based on the information and the knowledge of the Military Intelligence Department, and handed it to the green head: "Okay, I know all this in your heart, but you didn't have time to say it." Don't worry, let's talk about it next time, here is the secret book to become the strongest intelligence officer, take it back and refer to it. ”

When the stiff green head went out, Luo Xia fell on the chair.

It's just a sin, to let this group of problem teenagers with incomplete life skills do things, not to mention all kinds of cheats, he can only follow Mao's bitter words.

He especially misses Huo Wu, but the Green Forest Chamber of Commerce is obviously inseparable from each other, and people may not be willing to put a high-powered general manager of the Chamber of Commerce to manage this broken school of less than ten people.

There was no way, Luo Xia could only pack up and go out to learn more by herself.

By the way, go to the Alchemy Tower to find a way to repair the magic stone.

It's just that as soon as he went out, he was blocked.

Two groups of people.

There were three people in one group, seven or eight in the other, led by a 18,9-year-old boy in white.

The three students dressed as Fenghua Academy took the lead in attacking, and the student in the lead waved the staff engraved with the mark of the demon script without saying a word, and a flame impact bombarded in front of Luo Xia.

Gifted?

Traditional elemental talents, though also part of the Magister.

But this gifted person is more like the wizards of ancient times.

To a large extent, it depends on the innate talent.

There are very few such people, and they have obvious advantages over other professions, after all, their strength is their own from birth.

Many times, they call themselves warlocks, in order to make themselves different among the Magisters.

This was the first time Luo Xia had encountered an opponent from a gifted person.

Well, maybe it's not the first time, and Eevee is also one, but it's a pity that before he could exert his power, he was tossed and knelt by the resentful shadow.

In addition, each of the Seven Martial Academies has its own name, for example, the Seventh Academy is called Tianjiao Academy. However, only the academy that won the first place every five years is qualified to proclaim glory in its own name. The rest is only the numbers.

Fenghua College has been the first in the college evaluation for two consecutive times in the past ten years, and its strength is well-deserved as the strongest college.

These talents, in the early stage, because their strength is innate, they don't even need to rely on the matrix to perfectly exert their full strength. And the distance is not restricted, as if the innate body has its own matching magic energy transformation. But when the potential is exhausted, those who are only obsessed with 'Fortism' and want to eat by talent will end up miserable.

As a result, most of the gifted ones fight with the Plastic Matrix.

Of course, there are still talented people who only like to fight from a distance, because that's safer.

Luo Xia frowned, and glanced at the arena honor badge on the chest of the person who moved his hand, which was something that only the students of their respective academies who had qualified for the finals had.

There are ten students from each academy who can go to the imperial capital to participate in the elite competition. If you want to get this place, you have to rely on strength. Students from various colleges need to fight each other to rank.

The Seven Martial Arts Academy is a war academy in southern Xinjiang, and southern Xinjiang advocates force, so students who have not experienced brutal battles are not eligible to participate in the academy competition.

Only those students who go to the arena and go around and survive the test of life and death are eligible to fight for the final spot.

Therefore, these three months every five years are known as the Scarlet March.

I don't know how many flowers in the greenhouse are buried in the arena in the eastern district of Heungnam City.

Therefore, to some extent, the other six colleges cannot be blamed for being vexatious. The students of the Seventh Academy did not need any test to obtain the qualification this time, how could they not be hated?

"Hand over Zhao Hu, and that woman."

The warlock at the head is full of brown hair and meticulously groomed, with slender eyes and thin lips, giving people a cold and unrighteous feeling. A flaming red long-collared sorcerer's robe was embroidered with a wooden staff inlaid with gemstones, and next to it was the pattern of the Three Flame Flames, indicating that he was a brave-level fire-type talent professional.

Luo Xia looked at the flames still burning between the bluestone cracks under his feet, and his expression was a little solemn.

There seems to be some story in this, but Luo Xia doesn't plan to discuss it unilaterally with people, especially when the person who comes is not good.

He stepped forward and snuffed out the flames beneath his feet.

"What about you?"

He turned his gaze to the crowd on the other side.

"Xue Jian, the head of the Second Academy. I'm here to hope that your Seventh House will give us the remaining places. The young man in white with a sword in his face was calm, but his tone was unquestionable.

"What if I don't agree?"

"Asked about my sword."

"I hate it when someone pretends to be in front of me."

"I hate it too, so I'm usually the only one who pretends to be."

"What about unusual times?"

"If I were you, I would only watch him pretend quietly in front of someone stronger than you."

"Interesting."

"You're funny too."

Looking at the two people who were pretending to be forced on the street, the fire-robed man who was completely ignored exploded on the spot: "You guys! That's enough! Xue Jian, it's none of your business here, you get out of the way for me. ”

Luo Xia glanced at him and continued to scold the young man in white: "He seems to be afraid of you." ”

"How so?"

"Because you didn't block his way at all, he felt you were blocked."

"But he's obviously here to block you."

"Alas, maybe he's just bullying the soft and afraid of the hard."

The fire-robed man's face turned red, and he yelled again to interrupt the two pretending men: "Is it fun?" Isn't it fun!? You guys... I want you..."

"It's fun."

"I think so."

The two still ignored the former, singing and harmonizing, while Xue Jian looked at the fire-robed man with red eyes, chuckled, took a few steps back and blended into the gathered crowd, with a lively expression on his face.

Luo Xia immediately caused the resentful shadow to merge with it, and at the same time, a half-human-high furious fireball slammed towards him.