gritted his teeth, the tone and eyes seemed to be about to swallow Zhou Wensheng alive.

Hearing this, the referee glanced at the time.

At this moment, the freshmen in the first year of the stands screamed even louder.

Obviously, it was not only the attitude of the freshman that stimulated Zhou Wen's opponent, but also the attitude of this opponent that stimulated the freshman.

The earth-shattering shout almost completely covered the cheering sound elsewhere, making the old students fighting for the floor glaring at this side.

But on weekdays, I have been a man with my neck shrunk for too long, and finally there is an opportunity to be above board, and the freshmen vent their dissatisfaction in this way, one by one, over and over again, and Zhou Wen couldn't help but cover his ears.

"I'm not excited, are these bastards beaten or what?"

At this time, the referee also suddenly whistled, and the arm raised in the air suddenly fell.

At the same time, Zhou Wen's opponent rushed forward, one palm in front and one punch in the back.

The cold wind suddenly rolled and hit Zhou Wen's head.

"I see if you stand on the ground, can those annoying flies still roar!"

"You say they're flies, and I don't have a problem with that, but you want to bring me down just by your cotton fists? Hehe......"

Zhou Wen smiled, squinting his eyes and smiling at the figure rushing towards him.

Only when the fist wind approached did he raise his fist violently.

There was a loud bang, but it didn't bate for long, and the sound of footsteps was immediately heard.

Looking at the backward figure with cold eyes, Zhou Wen slowly put away his fists.

"Don't stop and continue, I'll let you make three moves, if you move half a step, I will lose!"

The cold tone of "you ......" fell on the opponent's ears, but only arrogance and disdain were heard.

The opponent was completely enraged by Zhou Wen's words, connected to the ground, and finally stabilized his body, the tiger body shook and unloaded the impact force, and then immediately totoed, and the body swept back.

With his palms in the air, he swooped down, rolled up a whirlpool of air, and threw it down with a sharp palm.

The sound of the drumming wind blew Zhou Wen and the referee's robes.

In the blink of an eye, the figure that flew down covered the top of Zhou Wen's head, and with a hula, the strong wind hit the ground and swept away.

But at the moment when the palm print was close to the top of Zhou Wen's head, Zhou Wen's palm was raised again.

There was a crunch, and then I felt the air stagnate.

The flying figure flew in an instant, and it turned seven hundred and twenty degrees in the air before finally landing.

He barely stopped when he landed on the edge of the martial arts arena, and his face, which was still angry before, was now pale in a layer.

"There's one more trick."

"Okay, you megalomaniacal boy!" With a burst of applause, the opponent suddenly shook his hand and took out a one-foot short sword.

The moment he pinched his hand, the surging momentum of his whole body suddenly converged, and the whole person was like a peerless peak.

Sharp and cold.

Zhou Wen shrunk his eyes, he could change the ventilator so quickly and operate it freely, which was also a bit of ability in this realm.

was groaning, and the opponent Yiran held the end of the hilt of the sword with one hand, and the sharp momentum was leisurely reversed, only pointing at Zhou Wen.

The sword qi approached in front of the sword blade, and Zhou Wen didn't dare to be careless, so he quickly shot a circle.

With a bang, he picked it up and staggered with the fist wind, and suddenly exploded.

But at the center of the explosion, a little silver light flew out, as fast as lightning, and fell on Zhou Wen's chest in a blink of an eye.

Zheng, a sudden crisp roar, overshadowed the shouting outside the field.

One swooped with a sword, and the other stood upright.

All you can see are the two figures that kept half a distance between the sword body.

"The Boss won't ......"

Han Jun's eyes couldn't help it. The ground shrank, and a touch of worry suddenly floated.

The freshmen couldn't call it out. After all, in their eyes, the sword had been clubbed on Zhou Wen's chest.

The old students breathed a sigh of relief, and then glanced at the group of freshmen who were still clamoring just now.

But suddenly something shook and they couldn't help but turn around.

Boom, boom, something is approaching.

When I looked closely, I noticed that there were several mirrors floating in the air, and those lights were reflected lights.

The sonorous, metallic sound of the ground is crisp and pleasant.

Shatter the silence that burst in. Only then did they see that it was not a mirror that had fallen, but a sword blade.

"Where, where did you come from?"

As soon as a thought came to mind, I saw the figure holding the hilt of the sword in the field retreat.

Glancing at the remaining half of the blade in the figure's hand, they finally understood.

Looking at Zhou Wen again, all of his faces were as if he had eaten.

Only the freshmen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Three moves have passed! Ready, I'll only make one move, don't blink! ”

Zhou Wen hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, and when a word fell, his figure moved, swept through a gust of wind, and rolled an afterimage.

In the freeze frame, he was already in front of the opponent, and then he saw the opponent fly out the moment he settled.

The muffled hum came out after the arc was pulled.

"Zhou Wen, win!"

The clatter sounded, and the referee announced the result of the match at the same time.

Is there any suspense?

No!

"Ahh Victory, our freshman wins! ”

It exploded, the audience exploded, and the freshmen all stood up excitedly and yelled excitedly.

Zhou Wen had a flat face, arched his hand to the referee teacher, and left the martial arts arena with his arms behind his back.

Han Jun and the others immediately pounced, but they were all blocked upstairs by the security guards.

Came to the rest area on the side, took the water handed by the little girl in the volunteer uniform, and took a sip, Zhou Wen and Han Jun gestured to signal them to be quiet.

This time, the opponent is a third-year student, a martial artist seven. Apparently not long after I came back.

Otherwise, he would never be so contemptuous.

However, those people who engaged in gambling games surprised him a little, the odds gap was not large, obviously those people were not particularly optimistic about him, so he made him so strong, he hated being despised by others more than making money.

This selection is not only about a big competition for him, but also an excellent opportunity for cultivation.

He hopes that all opponents can face him squarely, and only by giving his all at the beginning can he get the most training.

Watching him lean back in his chair and close his eyes to recuperate, the referee on the side couldn't help but look at him twice.

Time passed, and the battles next to him ended one after another, and when I saw that he was already sitting in the rest area, I couldn't help but stare at him.

"By the way, isn't our boss too high-profile?"

Noticing the quietly changing atmosphere inside and outside the court, Huang Yue couldn't help but poke Han Jun's arm and muttered.

"Look at what you're saying, it's like when our boss kept a low profile."

"Haha, that's true! However, since it is already so high-profile, let's simply carry out the high-profile to the end. I'm going to order a few banners, how big do you think is appropriate? ”

"Eh, count me in, Zhou Wen has won glory for our freshmen, we have to express it."

Han Jun discussed with the others, and the other freshmen also joined in, and immediately began to discuss the matter of support.