"What did you just say?" Deacon Yan asked in a deep voice.

Du Hong took a step forward and said with a smile: "All the members of Class 9 are here to participate in the selection competition." ”

As soon as Du Hong said this, it immediately caused an uproar, and everyone looked at Class Jiu's eyes as if they were looking at a group of fools who were not self-sufficient.

"You're going to tryout?" Deacon Yan spoke again to confirm.

Since the establishment of Diqing Academy, there has never been any class under the fifth class in the previous selection competition, let alone the ninth class at the end of the crane.

"That's right." Du Hong smiled and nodded.

The Sichuan character in Deacon Yan's eyebrows wrinkled a little deeper.

"Nonsense!"

The students around also thought that Class 9 was crazy.

I have never seen anyone rushing to bring humiliation on himself.

Suddenly, there was a sound of laughter on the martial arts training ground.

"I said Brother of Class 9, this is not suitable for you, you have to be beaten before leaving, why bother?"

"Don't make any fuss, go back and pack your bags."

Wei Lin stood beside the instructor of Class 8, looking at Class 9, who had become the object of everyone's ridicule, and a sarcastic smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

Today, he will no longer be dragged down by Class 9.

He was very glad that he had prepared to leave Class 9 early, otherwise today, I am afraid that he will be affected by this group of fools again.

In the face of everyone's ridicule, everyone in Class Nine turned pale as usual, and they did not lose any joy and anger.

Du Qingzheng opened his mouth and said: "Deacon Yan, since this is the academy selection competition, our ninth class has not been removed from the academy yet, why are we not allowed to participate?" ”

Deacon Yan really didn't have the patience to mess around with this group of wastes in Class 9, he didn't look at Liu Shaobai, he automatically ignored this stupid tutor, and looked directly at the vice president.

When the vice dean saw the scene of the students of Class 9, he only nodded slightly to Deacon Yan.

When Deacon Yan received the signal from the vice president, he softened a little and said, "That's it, since you want to participate, you can do it." ”

This is a challenge without suspense, since Class 9 wants to bring humiliation on himself, why should he stop it?

"The one in the class you want to challenge?" Deacon Yan said perfunctorily.

Du Qingzheng loosened his shoulders and said, "Whatever." “

Deacon Yan looked at the appearance of the two brothers of the Du family, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Muddy that can't hold up to the wall.

The students in the first class had already planned to leave, but they didn't expect that the people in the ninth class would take the initiative to send them to the door to find a fight.

They glanced at each other for a moment, and a teenager walked straight out of the crowd.

"Since we're classmates, I don't mind having fun with you before you leave." The man walked to the center of the ring, looked condescendingly at the people of the ninth class under the thunder platform, and casually pointed to the three people in the ninth class.

"Don't say that I bullied you, the three of you will go up together, and if you beat me, count me as losing."

As soon as the words of the students of the first class came out, a burst of laughter suddenly sounded on the martial arts training ground.

Three to one? Or is it called a challenge?

However, with the strength of Class 9, even if they are allowed to go to three, I am afraid that they will not be able to touch the corners of the clothes of one class.

"Don't, how can three be enough, Li Xun, why do you have to let them go to four, right? It's okay to lose two by two, hugging and crying. The students in the first class spoke noisily.

These words made the laughter on the martial arts training ground even louder.

The two brothers of the Du family tugged at the corners of their mouths and looked at Liu Shaobai, "Master, who will you let go?" ”

Liu Shaobai said: "Whatever." ”

The students of Class 9 looked at the face of Li Xun in Class 1, and they felt that their fists were itchy, and they all wanted to go up to the big one.