On the second day, the first-year competition continued. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today, Fang Zhen's competition venue is still a desert duel arena.

In the player's exclusive rest room, Fang Zhen ushered in an unexpected and unexpected guest.

"Yo, mentor, what kind of wind blew you here, I'm in a small place, just sit down!" Fang Zhen held the wine bottle and said jokingly.

It was Fang Zhen's class tutor, Hai Yali who came to visit Fang Zhen.

Maybe seeing that Fang Zhen didn't even salute, Lena, who opened the door, smiled slightly apologetically at Hai Yali.

Hai Yali was dressed in a tunic tutor uniform, and walked to the sofa opposite Fang Zhen and sat down.

"Your magic weapon is very powerful, and you can defeat a fifth-order magician with one move. Hai Yali smiled.

Although Hai Yali's smile was very beautiful, Fang Zhen didn't want to look directly at this mentor who almost "ignored" Fang Zhen.

"Meaningless, meaningless, that guy is just stupid, hey, I'm not afraid of a mentor like a dragon, I'm afraid of an enemy who is as stupid as a sand pig!" Fang Zhen sighed after pouring another mouthful of green rain dew.

Hearing Fang Zhen's unlogical words of scolding Huai, Hai Yali just frowned, and she didn't move. Continued: "You're only 15 years old, don't drink too much before a duel. As a student of the five-leaf class, if you lose the game today, your promotion test will be gone. ”

After hearing this, Fang Zhen scoffed and said, "You're so worried that I'll lose, it's too much to underestimate your students." Why don't we make a bet?"

"What bet?" asked Hai Yali, confused.

"Just bet on whether I can be the chief student. Fang Zhen suddenly looked directly into Hai Yali's eyes and said.

"Bets?"

"If I lose, my two magic weapons will be yours. ”

I saw Fang Zhen take out the Yan Han Double Eagle from his waist pocket, and put it on the crystal table with a "pop!" sound.

The unpretentious and unpretentious cold double-eagle large-caliber pistol with strange ripple lines reflects the metallic luster and exudes that mysterious atmosphere. It really made Hai Yali's heart move.

Hai Yali looked at the hot and cold eagles, and there was a curiosity in her heart. After thinking about it, he said, "Yes." ”

Women's curiosity is always greater than that of men, and once curiosity comes, it is difficult to avoid it.

"What if I win?"

"What do you want?

"Hehe!" Fang Zhen suddenly laughed cheaply and said, "Let me kiss you once." ”

"You!" Hai Yali almost became angry when she heard this, but her excellent cultivation made her endure it.

Hai Yali couldn't have imagined that Fang Zhen not only acted capriciously and had no rules, but he was so bold as to want to indirectly insult herself.

The corners of Fang Zhen's mouth were smiling, as if he was very happy to see Hai Yali's expression almost going berserk.

Hai Yali looked at this black-haired and black-eyed student, looked at herself with a scoundrel smile, and said coldly: "You should keep the magic weapon, I'm not interested in your boring bet." ”

Then he stood up and left the rest room without saying a word.

Watching Hai Yali leave the rest room angrily, Fang Zhen felt extremely comfortable in his heart. However, I am puzzled, it stands to reason that Hai Yali is a very curious person, and now she can actually endure it, and her psychological quality is too good.

Leaning comfortably on the sofa, Fang Zhen secretly said in his heart: "Hehe, look at what majesty you have to say in front of me." ”

At this time, Lena walked over and said, "Bundy, why are you like this, how can you say that Tutor Haiyali is your class tutor." ”

Seeing Lena's slightly calm face, Fang Zhen remembered that there was still an outsider there.

"Uh, this, this is a joke. Fang Zhen said embarrassedly.

"Jokes, so seriously, and jokes. Lena rolled her eyes. "You see the mentor is angry with you. Tutor Hai Yali is the most beautiful female tutor in our academy, and you are really not afraid of being hated by those male tutors who pursue him. ”

Fang Zhen didn't answer, but the flirting beauty was seen by another beauty, and he also watched the whole process. Not to mention how embarrassing it is.

So Fang Zhen could only drink wildly to hide his embarrassment.

After being silent for a while, Lena also knew that it didn't seem right to blame Fang Zhen like this, so she changed the topic and said: "In the next duel, you will fight against Punk Lazaru, a student of the four-leaf class who is also an Osiris classmate, with the title of 'Cruel Sand', and the top magic power "Extreme Sand" in the extreme state magic power. This person is also very famous, he is the same as Frian, he comes from the red desert in the south of the western continent, it is said that he is very strong in combat, he is a bit fierce and violent, and his personality is cold and cruel, so he has the title of 'Cruel Sand'. ”

"Oh, ferocious, violent, cruel, funny, this kind of person looks very powerful, I hope I don't beat me badly. "Fang Zhen is full of self-confidence. (The metaphor is full of confidence, to the point of exploding.) ）

"I know you're powerful, but be careful, the Sands of Extremes, as a top-notch magical power, is very powerful. Lena was a little worried about Fang Zhen's super self-confidence, afraid that his self-confidence would become conceited.

"Lena, take it easy, I'm going to be the chief student, if I lose, I'm sorry for these two guns that almost became bets!" Fang Zhen patted the cold twin eagles on the table.

Lena was helpless, and she couldn't understand Fang Zhen's novel words. As for the "guns", these two handle-like objects do not at all resemble sharp, long weapons, guns.

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Desert duel arena

"Hello everyone, welcome to the Desert Duel Arena, today's duel is still the first-year chief student competition, today is the second day of the competition, and the winners of the four groups will be selected. ”

is still the beautiful host who once threw a flattering eye at Fang Zhen.

"Without further ado, let's start the first duel of the day!" the beautiful host held up the wind and continued, "The next one to appear is the most gorgeous battle, and the battle time is the fastest victory of all the players, he is Bundy Solomon of Osris!"

"Solomon, Solomon, Solomon!"

The atmosphere of the audience was suddenly high, and most of them were shouting Fang Zhen's nickname.

Facing the sun overhead, Fang Zhen held the hot and cold double eagles and walked into the dueling arena with both hands swaying. I wondered in my heart, "Why did I play first? I'm used to being the last." ”

In Fang Zhen's concept, heroes are the last to appear. Except, of course, for some thieves.

"So, who is our Solomon Cadet's opponent? I've heard of him like you, so I don't need to introduce him too much, he's Punk Lazaru, known as the "Sands of Cruelty"!"

"Punk, punk, punk, punk!"

It seems that the voice of the audience is even higher than just now, and judging from the audience's voice, Fang Zhen's fame does not seem to be as high as that of Punk Lazaru.

I saw a black figure, slowly walking into the dueling arena.

It was a young man in a black cadet uniform with short blood-red shoulder-length hair, a slightly thin figure, fair skin, a handsome appearance, and an extremely indifferent complexion. However, the yellow-brown eyes, like natural ice cubes, have a chilling feeling.

What catches the eye is the black pattern on the punk's face. As if for decoration, the black stripes are neatly curved, carved on the punk's face like eccentric art, and seem to extend to the body.

As Punk Lazaru slowly stood in the middle of the dueling arena, he suddenly crouched down lightly and grabbed a handful of sand.

Just as Fang Zhen was puzzled, Punk Lazaru's cold voice sounded.

"Desert, thirst for your blood, Mr. Solomon. Punk Lazaru stood up, and in front of Fang Zhen, he gently scattered a finger of quicksand, and said with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

Fang Zhen smiled disdainfully and said, "In the desert, you are not a god. Travelers inevitably cross the desert. ”

Cyberpunk didn't answer, still smiling cruelly.

At this point, the referee came down. is still the bearded uncle, with excellent professional quality.

"This is a normal duel, not a life-and-death fight. The uncle glanced at the two and said. With that, he turned around and flew to the edge.

It seems that he is accustomed to the vigorous and resolute behavior of the referee uncle, and he is also accustomed to the uncle's advice. The two didn't look at the referee, still staring at each other coldly.

The desert of pale yellow sand glows crimson in the hot sun. Apparently, the sand was transported from the red desert.

"This is the taste of home!" Punk took a breath of desert air and sighed, "Under the protection of the desert god, you have no chance of winning, Mr. Solomon, ahahahaha!!"

Punk laughed and leaned back, and his arrogant confidence made Fang Zhen disdainful.

However, Punk's laughter really caused a slight fluctuation in the surrounding desert, as if the sand was slowly approaching Punk, as if Punk was the mother of sand.

"The duel begins!"

As soon as the referee's voice fell, Punk, who was still laughing, suddenly arched his body, staring at Fang Zhen with his eyes like scorpions, and his face turned indifferent.

"The weathering of the sand, adhering to the blazing trajectory, burying the sky of life!" Punk quickly chanted a spell, only to see him push towards Fang Zhen with one hand.

Suddenly, a huge wave of sand wall was set off behind the punk. Like a tidal wave, it went towards the square earthquake.

"Desert Frenzy? Isn't this the inheritance magic of a tribe in the Red Desert? Punk actually used it as soon as he came up! It seems that he values his opponent very much!"

Although Flian was defeated by Fang Zhen early in the morning, as a fellow villager from the Red Desert tribe, Flian still came to cheer for Punk, although Punk never paid much attention to Frian.

And Fang Zhen, facing the desert frenzy, his face suddenly became solemn.

Because the magic of the desert frenzy had already covered all the space around Fang Zhen, he couldn't even dodge, so he could only resist it.

In an instant, Fang Zhen raised the flame eagle in his right hand and kept shooting at the desert tide.

"Chirp!chirp!chirp!" The sound of the Yanying magic pistol shooting continued, and the dark red flame bullets emitted hit the wave, although it could break up a small piece, but the wave was really dense.

Fang Zhen could only keep backing and shooting.

And at this time, the tide was about to submerge Fang Zhen's body, and looking at the huge shadow, Fang Zhen stopped retreating.

Suddenly, the Yan Eagle in Fang Zhen's hand stopped, and then burst out a cloud of spiral flame bullets, which shot out at an extremely fast speed.

"Boom!" there was a slight thud, and then the tide fell to the ground like a torrent.

Coincidentally, the blasting bullet fired by Fang Zhen scattered the piece of sand that was about to drown Fang Zhen, so Fang Zhen was safe and sound except for being touched by some sand and submerging his boots.

"Humph!" Punk snorted dissatisfied.

The magic that Punk had been accumulating since he entered the venue was to cast this fourth-order magic, the Desert Tide, but it was broken by Fang Zhen in an instant.

Punk raised his hands slightly, only to see that the sand pile in front of him protruded two huge hands, hands formed by sand.

Third-order magic, the giant hand of sand.

The two giant sand hands made by Punk are actually five meters high, and the shadows pulled up under the hot sun are also very terrifying.

Punk stared at Fang Zhen and gently stretched his fingers.

And the two giant hands of sand on the desert also stretched their fingers as if they were controlled by punk.

"Hahahaha, in the desert, your fate has been manipulated in the palm of my hand. Punk laughed cruelly.

Then the giant hand of the sand controlled by Punk, like two tanks, grabbed Fang Zhen on the desert.

Fang Zhen shot a flame eagle at one of the Sand Giant Hands, only to find that it only knocked off the surface of the Sand Skin, and then the Sand Giant Hand recovered. It can be seen that the density of the giant hand of the sand is still quite large.

Easily dodging the grasp and palm strike of the giant hand of the sand, Fang Zhen jumped happily above the desert.

After all, because of its huge size, the attack speed of the Sand Giant Hand was slightly insufficient, and for Fang Zhen, who was extremely agile, it was like juggling.

Of course, Fang Zhen would not forget that he was dueling, and in addition to dodging, he was attacking Punk.

Since it is the giant hand of sand controlled by Punk, then only by interfering with the punk body, the giant hand of sand will not be broken.

Fang Zhen jumped lightly, a high front flip, dodging the attack of the two giant sand hands, and then Fang Zhen kept shooting at the punk.

I saw red flame bullets and freezing bullets spewing out and hitting Punk. But just as he was about to hit Punk's body, a thick wall of sand and gravel rose around Punk's body, and he easily fired the ice and fire bullets.

The Fire and Ice Bullets only left a slight scorching and freezing mark on the gravel wall, not to mention hurting Punk.

"This scoundrel actually used a fifth-order hard sand and stone wall scroll. Fang Zhen saw that it was the sand and stone magic in the earth system, which could not be cast with the extreme magic power of punk, and it must have used a magic scroll, so he couldn't help but curse in his heart.