Jiang Lei's reason is very simple, and he said: "This is a good seedling, it is most suitable to follow me!" ”

"You've said that, what else can I say!" An elegant teacher next to him smiled helplessly.

Indeed, he also saw that Ming Yan's fighting style was very suitable for Jiang Lei's appetite, and it was much stronger to follow him than to follow himself.

Students choose a good teacher, and in the next four years of golden cultivation, they will have the help to determine their lives.

Kong Song said: "I didn't see it, in this turmoil, I can still find a few good seedlings of them." ”

The battle in the ring continued, and Zhao Hao, who was fighting to the death, was extremely pale, his legs trembled, and his physical strength was seriously overdrawn.

"Die!"

Ming's huge fist slammed into his skull.

Jiang Lei came to the stage in an instant, held Ming Yan's wrist with one hand, as steady as Mount Tai, and said indifferently: "You won!" ”

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang!"

Zhao Hao's face was pale, looking at the fist that was close at hand, knowing that if Jiang Lei didn't make a move, he was afraid that his head would not be saved.

Ming Yan won two battles, Jiang Lei carried him and stepped down like a chick.

Ming Yan was anxious and said, "What are you doing, let me down, I can fight again...... Lao Tie, let me go, this opportunity to earn credits can't be missed in vain! ”

Syllable!

Jiang Lei's face suddenly darkened, this little rabbit cub actually called him 'Lao Tie', not to see that he was injured, but to clean him up.

Now is not the time to divide the account, Mo Rulong suddenly appeared on the stage, holding a black spear, and said domineeringly: "I'm coming, just like Ming Yan, below the Great Martial Sect, I will beat you like a dog!" ”

"Cao, now the new students are so crazy, damn it, is there still a martial artist in the old life?"

The surrounding old students began to scan indiscriminately, and found that there were indeed many martial arts sects among the old students, and there were more than ten of them just taking the initiative to stand up.

An old student had just come to the stage, and Ming Yan said indifferently: "Not enough, at least three!" ”

"Boy, you're crazy!" The old student's face was slightly gloomy.

Su Luo said calmly: "Go up to three, lose, I will pay you double the credits!" ”

"Go up and him, now the freshman is crazy, two hundred credits, if I wasn't a military envoy, I would have gone up!" There was another old student next to him.

Whew!

Two more old students appeared on the stage, Wang Fenglin licked his face and said, "I'm also a martial artist, let me go up too!" ”

"You try!" The peak color is getting colder, and it's actually quite a headache.

Wang Fenglin smiled, and finally didn't lick his face and said that he would continue to go on stage.

There were four people on the stage, and three of them besieged Mo Rulong, but Mo Rulong was armed with a black spear, and the three old students didn't use weapons.

Mo Rulong is a black spear like a dragon, the tip of the spear is tricky, like a black dragon, in just a moment, the four of them fought more than a hundred moves, and picked the three of them in an instant, almost in an instant!

", is this the Mo family gun?"

"It's true, the Mo family has sent another pervert!"

"I'm really convinced, the Mo family is giving it away, why do you send it here, Kyoto Technical School, Modu Technical School, Central Plains Technical School, which one can't work!"

……

The old students in the crowd were all angry, and inexplicably remembered the pervert of the Mo family, one of the original three geniuses.

The three old students were pierced through the left shoulder, obviously showing mercy to Mo Rulong's men, whether it could directly pick them in the neck or pierce the heart.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and three old students were injured and lost 300 credits.

Mo Rulong has a kind of momentum, which reached its peak inexplicably, and shouted in a condensed voice: "Three more, no, five!" ”

"This kid is crazy!"

The old students in the crowd were dumbfounded, originally in the same level, it was perverted enough to pick three people with guns, but now they still want to go to five, they really think that they are the invincible god of war.

But Su Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and said: "Yes, invincible momentum, interesting, five more, if you lose, I will double the compensation for you!" ”

"The credits given away for free, let's go to the five!"

The five old students came to the stage, the battle was not as easy as just now, Mo Rulong was in danger several times, Su Luo's little face turned black in an instant, this bastard won't want to lose!

If that's the case, you'll have to lose your pants!

According to the treatment of his No. 3 Annex, sixty credits per month, only seven hundred and two a year, this goods have to be paid back without eating or drinking for a year and a half!

But in the group of mentors next to him, a middle-aged man in white said indifferently: "Yes, I want this kid, Dean Kong, no problem, right?" ”

"Don't give it!"

Tilting Impatiens decisively refused.

Mo Rulong, Zhuxi and Su Luo are all her students, so they can give what they can say.

The middle-aged man in white, nicknamed Zhao Xin, said in surprise: "Fengxian, don't you don't accept students, besides, you don't need a gun, this kid is the right way to give me!" ”

Qian Fengxian glanced at him, didn't say much, anyway, he just didn't give it.

The corners of Zhao Xin's mouth twitched slightly, understanding that it didn't seem to be any good, this person didn't want it.

Accepting students to this job is also aggrieved enough.

However, Mo Rulong really has an appetite for him, and the invincible momentum that clearly appeared on his body just now, this is definitely a good seedling, if he cultivates it well, he will become a great weapon in the future.

The two discussed and reached an agreement, Zhao Xin looked pained, and finally reluctantly agreed, Mo Rulong belonged to his name.

The fierce fight on the stage continued, Mo Rulong was not a good stubble, and like Ming Yan, he was provoked when he fought, and he sacrificed his life to fight head-on.

Originally, Mo Rulong had just entered the school, but he was beaten half-crippled by Wang Fenglin, and he was cleaned up by Su Luo, and he was feeling aggrieved!

His family said that he came to Chuzhou Technical School, and with his strength, he was definitely the first!

As a result, now he is nesting in the No. 3 courtyard, and he doesn't dare to say anything at all, and he has to be exploited by Su Luo, a bastard, and pay protection money!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Mo Rulong released his murderous aura, holding a black gun, piercing the chest of an old student, almost close to a fatal wound.

Mo Rulong was worried that he didn't know how to lift, so what if he avoided his heart and gave him a light injury, what if he continued to come over and himself?

So this was a near-fatal injury, the old student was swept out of the ring by him with one shot, and Kong Song fed a spirit pill, which was regarded as saving a life.

But this injury is too serious, and in the next year, they will have to recuperate, compared to the students' four-year cultivation golden period, they are already behind their peers, and this is a year of waste, don't think about getting ahead in the school in the future.

There were four people left, Mo Rulong's pressure was greatly reduced, one shot at a time, and he didn't make any more ruthless moves, all of them ran through his left shoulder.

The old student who was pierced through his left shoulder also received Mo Rulong's affection, knowing that if Mo Rulong deviated a few points and pierced their chests, no one would say anything like the first person's injury.

Even if you die in the ring, five veterans will attack one person, and they all deserve to die.

So after being penetrated through the left shoulder, he took the initiative to leave the court, which is considered a loss.

Mo Rulong's injury was not light, the corners of his lips kept bleeding, and he was hurt by the dark energy, and shouted loudly: "Give me five, no, seven!" ”

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