"Yang Xue of the Hunter Academy rushed out like lightning! Oh my God, is this another top master?"

She's not.

Yang Xue knew that her talent was actually very average, although her family power was not small, and she had successfully attached herself to the Gu family as a disciple, but it was not enough for her to stand up straight in the Hunter Academy.

All she can rely on is to work hard.

The high-speed camera quickly focused on Yang Xue's figure, and her tragic situation was broadcast live completely.

"Please come over to Senior Sister Mingruo of the elite team!" The moment she saw the big screen, Mo Lan had already asked the reserve team members around her to invite the senior sister of the blessing department to come over. If Yang Xue continues like this, I'm afraid she won't even be able to bear the internal organs!

"Oh my God! Yang Xue's face was covered with blood! Is her body unable to withstand her current speed? I wonder how many seconds she can hold on to such a speed?"

The voice of the commentary came into his ears and became the only echo in Yang Xue's heart, whose brain was blank.

How many seconds?

Heh, hehe.

"Ah!!!h

An abrupt scream resounded throughout the arena, and Yang Xue broke out unreservedly at this moment.

"She's still accelerating!She's still accelerating!!" The narrator's emotions were obviously touched by Yang Xue's screams, and the same passion surged: "There are still 200 meters! There are still 100 meters! She has rushed to the finish line!!30.05 seconds! She has won! She is the champion!!"

The commentary spoke extremely quickly, barely passing the final result into Yang Xue's ears. Immediately afterwards, Yang Xue, who had crossed the finish line, fell straight down.

Almost at the same time, in the corner that no one was paying attention to, a white light crossed the entire kilometer runway and rushed in front of Yang Xue.

"Yang Xue! stay conscious! Don't be unconscious!" Mo Lan took Yang Xue into her arms as she fell, and shouted her name.

Grades are important, but no matter how important they are, how can life be important!

He shouldn't have let Yang Xue play!!

Yang Xue's bloodstained eyes looked at Mo Lan hazy, and suddenly she wanted to laugh, but she didn't have the strength.

Lan Yang, I did it.

Senior Sister Mingruo has already taken over Yang Xue who was brought back by Mo Lan, and only then did countless new students look at each other. The boy from the Hunter Academy just now, he rushed over from a thousand meters away?

Got a few seconds to go?

The only ones who can compete in the competition area today are freshmen, and if that guy competes, then what are they better than?

Mo Lan just now did only take a few seconds to rush through this kilometer, but it was not just his own ability, but he relied on the wind track of the Flame Burning Sky Lance to explode.

Since he called Yang Xue into the team, he naturally didn't want to see Yang Xue pay the price of his life, holding Yang Xue with a bloody face, Mo Lan, who was a vampire, struggled to control himself. It wasn't until Senior Sister Mingruo comforted him that his injuries had stabilized, and he returned to the playground.

When Mo Lan came back, the original landmark gun projects had ended, and Gu Lige ranked second with a score of 308 meters with a second-level wind magic tornado wrapped in a javelin.

Although the other freshman also did not score, the Hunter Academy's score of 16 points in two is not bad.

"The next shooting project is the No. 3 freshman of the Hunter Academy, and he is very plain. This year, the new students of the Hunter Academy are very fierce! Let's see if Yan Qingqian can continue to be brilliant. ”

Yan Qingqian walked to the shooting range and bowed to the audience and the rostrum, the contestants do not need to wear school uniforms, today she wore a flowing green dress, and an equally fresh silk scarf around her neck.

Yan Qingqian was a little nervous, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the preparation area, and finally found Mo Lan, who had just rushed back, before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Because of the single game, such small details were also captured, and the camera quickly followed Yan Qing's shallow gaze to Mo Lan in the preparation area:

"When we saw the smiling of the smiling athletes, even I was thrilled. So, is it this boy who is suspected of being the captain who gives her confidence?

It seems that the one who rushed to rescue Yang Xue just now is this boy, he doesn't have a number plate on him, I don't know if it's a hidden big killer weapon in the Hunter Academy, other academies should be careful. Okay, without further ado, the Shooting Tournament Hunter Academy is plain and shallow, let's go!"

Yan Qingqian took a deep breath, felt the spiritual power from the contract collar under the silk scarf, raised his left hand, and the magic array was formed!

Level 2 Thunder Magic, Thunderstorm!

"Wide-area magic! It's wide-area magic! The Hunter Academy is really good, this beauty is not here to shoot, but to blow up the field!"

The commentator was thrilled again, the frequency of wide-area magic in shooting competitions is not low, but most people only use it once or twice to improve their scores when the frequency of flying saucers is extremely high in the later stages, and as for the opening scene, it is still unprecedented.

The thunderstorm that Yan Qingqian used for an eight-point combo would consume nearly 500 spiritual power for each outbreak, and if it weren't for Mo Lan's support, she wouldn't have used it like this anyway.

"Combo!Combo!Still combo!!Hunter Beauty has used eighteen wide-area magic!Nineteen!Twenty!All-hit!!She's made history!Let's remember her name, Hunter Academy, plain!!"

The narrator's voice was hoarse, and it could be seen that he was really excited today. You must know that the flying saucer of the shooting competition is hard, the frequency is fast, and there is no trace of it. 100 points, which has never happened in the field of exchange competition!

The name of the plain name will surely go down in history!

Yan Qingqian excitedly stood on the shooting table and waved around, accepting everyone's cheers. In the corner of the preparation area, no one paid attention, and Mo Lan sat on the ground with a pale face.

Made, blow the hair......

He thought that he could manage enough, but later he still took a spirit pill to maintain the output of spiritual power for the plain words.

Can't those broken flying saucers be released quickly!

The three ended the two championships of the Hunter Academy, and they actually suppressed the 10,000-year-old Alien Alliance Academy. Everyone has to admit that the Hunter Academy is really going to rise this year, and even if there is no score in the next item, it still maintains the possibility of winning the freshman competition.

But the Hunter Academy isn't all stupid, and a freshman still scored 3 points in the obstacle course after all. At the end of the technical competition, the Hunter Academy tied for the championship with 29 points and the Alien Academy.

"Yes, boys! With your results, I won't be afraid if there are no scores in the elite team's technical competition tomorrow!"

As a result, it almost became a prophecy.

Because the elite team shooting changed to a large venue, it was held outdoors in the morning along with the kilometer run. At the end of the two, the Hunter Academy didn't even have a single point in the account, and yesterday's scenery was no more.

"Senior brother, you can't lose anymore, yesterday's advantage has been exhausted, and if you continue like this, it will be difficult to protect the third. "In the preparation area of the elite team, Mo Lan, who is about to play, has once again become the focus.

Yin Manqiu also looked serious: "That's right, I know you still have hole cards, you can't hide them now, we have to win one, understand?"

Mo Lan looked at everyone with a solemn look, she was really aggrieved.

I didn't want to hide it!

I said that the solo project will be handed over to me, but you don't listen!

"Don't worry, I'm here, the champion didn't run. ”

After all, Mo Lan still promised a sentence in a decent manner.

"Fly away! Fly away!!The javelin of the No. 15 player of the Alien Academy has flown out of the park!!Oh my God, I can't help but announce the champion in advance!"

Mo Lan's words were choked back in an instant.

What? What do you mean to fly away?

The No. 15 player of the Academy of Strangers, his ability turned out to be "gravity elimination", he was able to eliminate the gravity of any object he touched, but with a light push, the javelin came out of his hand, and flew out for more than a kilometer before he crashed into the cliff on the side and fell.

Nima: It's a sniper rifle!

Where is this competition, what kind of speed, strength, basic quality! This is the eight immortals crossing the sea to show their magical powers!

Everyone's eyes returned to Mo Lan, and Yin Manqiu broke the embarrassment of the scene: "It's okay, junior brother, the second place is also good." ”

Mo Lan was speechless.

I knew that he was late and didn't run for a while!!

"Playing down is the No. 1 player of the Hunter Academy, Lan Yang. Strange to say, the No. 1 of the Hunter Academy turned out to be not Gu Beixi, who shined in last year's competition and turned the tide, but the little-known Lan Yang. If I remember correctly, Lan Yang must have never participated in the freshman competition......"

As he was talking, the commentator suddenly became excited again: "Ah! He's on the field! It's him! It turned out to be him! It was the leader of yesterday's freshman team! He's actually a freshman! Oh my God, he's really the big killer of the Hunter Academy! Is the Hunter Academy finally going to rise!"

Mo Lan only felt a cold sweat in her heart. Big brother, are you holding me a little too high?

The surrounding audience cheered desperately, but the seniors in the preparation area did not say a word. Mo Lan was angry in her heart, why did they think they couldn't win the championship?!

Isn't it just a kilometer?

Holding the steel javelin on his shoulder, Mo Lan felt a sullen breath from his heart. He survived when everyone was not optimistic about him, and now everyone is looking forward to him, what qualifications does he have to disappoint others!

The left hand was raised, and almost all the spiritual power was gathered!

A full eight thousand spiritual power points gathered, and even the sand and gravel under Mo Lan's feet began to tremble. Yin Manqiu, who was preparing for the war, was not a little excited, and shouted in a panic: "The javelin can't hold it!"

This guy, in the end, does he have a score!

Burst the javelin, it's not a zero point!

However, how could Mo Lan on the field really be so stupid.

The left hand was in the posture of a pistol, and the surging spiritual power was vented. At that moment, the air was violently shuttled with a sharp hum, and Mo Lan fired a spiritual cannon!

No, it's no longer the Gu family's spiritual power cannon, but, an air cannon!

Mo Lan's spiritual power was concentrated in a line, and the air was forced to squeeze around, and at this moment that was almost vacuum, Mo Lan's body suddenly leaned back, his eyes closed, and under his eyelids, blood flashed.

Javelin, throw!

Before countless hunters had time to react, Mo Lan had already completed the release and recovery of the power of the bloodline, and all the power was gathered in the palm of his hand, and the steel javelin was thrown fiercely.

The ground beneath his feet cracked open with a huge web-like gap!