On the school field, the freshman team ready to participate in this competition has been assembled, and they are lined up in a neat and orderly manner, standing quietly on the school field. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Colorful flags are flying, balloons are full of balloons, and a majestic "Magician's March" is performed by teachers and students from the musician department of Qianfu College.

Hua Yunfan was bored and gnawed on sugar cane, and he was the only one in the campus of Nuo University who dared to be so presumptuous.

A freshman not far from him glared at him with disgust, but Hua Yunfan ignored it, and the freshman wanted to wait for the small world to make this panda look good.

At the same time, the Emperor Pole Gang and the Black Dragon Society spread the news at the same time, and for every person who eliminated Hua Yunfan's team, the person who eliminated them would get a thousand yuan of school coins as a reward.

Hua Yunfan naturally knew the news, but Hua Yunfan smiled coldly, it is not certain who will eliminate who at that time!

"What a day, let's gather here again!"

The two hosts in ceremonial dresses had already walked from the stage to the stage, and after some speeches, they invited the principal out.

The principal made a lengthy speech so that Hua Yunfan snorted haha, and suddenly with the principal's speech, the crowd suddenly erupted into a burst of violent cheers.

Hua Yunfan chirped, boring tears were about to come out, and when he heard the sudden burst of cheers in the crowd, he nodded Cheng Diewu's little brain and asked:

"Girl, what's going on?"

Cheng Diewu made a silent gesture, pointed to the principal who was speaking on the stage, and only heard the principal say in a loud voice: "Next, let us use the warmest applause to invite our outstanding graduate of Qianfu College, Cohen Andre!"

There was a huge cheer from the audience at this name, Hua Yunfan was stunned, who is this Cohen Andre?

Cheng Diewu rolled her eyes at Hua Yunfan, and patiently explained to Hua Yunfan: "Cohen Andre is the eldest son of the current king, and he is the crown prince!"

"Sonesne"

Hua Yunfan rubbed his chin, it turned out that the prince was here, no wonder.

"Cohen, Cohen, I love you, and I love rice to mice!"

Countless girls shouted heartbreakingly at a man walking slowly on the high platform.

Hua Yunfan also looked at the prince with a look of envy, this person was eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, fair skin, and indeed had an appearance that made people can't help but be moved when they see it.

At the same time, what girl does not have the dream of a princess, the prince has always been the protagonist of fairy tales, one person goes down to ten thousand people, the world is in your hands, who does not envy such a life?

Prince Cohen, who was dressed in a luxurious white dress with gold trim, was tall and wore a gold crown on his head, and he waved his hand to everyone in the audience: "My dear juniors, how are you?"

The corners of Hua Yunfan's eyes twitched, and the next sentence was, "I want to kill you?"

However, Prince Cohen continued: "I am very fortunate to receive the invitation of the Academy to participate in this grand event today, and I hope ......."

The prince was giving a speech, and countless girls had peach blossoms in their eyes, looking at Prince Cohen on the rostrum with fascination.

However, no one noticed that on a flagpole behind the Prince, there was a young stalker, who had fled in the cafeteria earlier.

A strange layer of magical energy enveloped him, a rare magic scroll, although it had a high ability to prevent detection, and at the same time demanded a very high level of stalkers.

Since the strength of people who use this kind of scroll is generally not up to the ability to use this stealth technique, their requirements have become more demanding.

At this time, the stalker's heartbeat and breathing were already low to a negligible level, and with the ability of this stealth scroll, as long as he didn't act rashly, the chance of others discovering him was relatively small.

The scorching sun scorched the earth above everyone's heads, the rugged man quietly unbuttoned his clothes, and the powerful mage used different means to expel the heat from his body.

However, the thief on the flagpole was already sweating profusely, let alone quietly unbuttoning a button on the soft armor, even if he didn't dare to move even a finger.

A scorching breath continued to rise from the hot balloon, and the prince gave his impassioned speech directly below the balloon, a drop of sweat running down his forehead and converging on one of the stalker's long eyelashes.

"Karma!"

A black-black crow landed on the balloon next to the stalker, seemingly unexpecting it to become so hot, only to flapp its wings and fly away.

The stalker had already been scared out of a cold sweat, if this crow landed on him, he was afraid that he would be exposed, and a crow disappeared into a balloon out of thin air, so as not to arouse the reconnaissance of those old guys.

At this time, on the makeshift stands, on the four corners of the south, east, west, and north, there was an old man sitting cross-legged, although their eyes were closed, but their spiritual power was constantly spreading out from the sea of knowledge, and anything that happened in this school field was probably difficult to escape

Pass their eyes.

"Not good!"

The stalker lurking on the balloon let out a strange scream, and the sweat from his eyelashes dripped down and fell into four petals on the edge of the flagpole, one of which was falling to the ground.

An old man frowned slightly, and the stalker's hairs stood on end during the ignition, which was already exposed at this time, and if he didn't do anything, he would lose the opportunity.

There was no time for the Stalker to hesitate, and like a falcon flying down from the sky, he swooped down on the prince, two hidden blades stretched out from under his wrists, flashing a chill in the harsh sunlight.

The sweat that fell to the ground still reflected the sun's rays, a subtle but colorful brilliance that should not be noticed.

The prince was reading the manuscript, and suddenly his brows furrowed, not because of this droplet, but because of the sudden feeling of blood boiling on the top of his head, this feeling only occurs when someone moves the killing intent.

And now this killing intent is clearly coming at him, Prince Cohen raised his head, and a stalker dressed in a black cloak blocked the dazzling sun above his head like a falcon, two sharp hidden blades reflected the sun's light, and a drop of water with a crystal light fell on his nose.

"Brotherhood?"

Prince Cohen looked at the two Hidden Blades, a chill flashed in his eyes, the Brotherhood is the most mysterious assassin organization on the road, and today they are actually coming to assassinate themselves?