[Ding-System Prompt: Obtain Zhong Beiming's private spiritual equipment and elixir, with an estimated value of 9 million spiritual yuan!]

[Ding - System prompt: Get 2.6 million spirit yuan in cash, crack the spirit line account, and get a balance of 8 million spirit yuan!]

[Ding - System Prompt: Obtain the Ten Dao Martial Arts of the Spark Foundation Spirit Academy, and a Thousand Golden Dao Group Champion Treasure Chest, worth 12 million spirit yuan!]

[Ding - System Prompt: Get the Ten Dao Martial Arts of the Spark Foundation Spirit Academy, a second-grade championship treasure chest, worth 40 million spirit yuan!]

Song Ming held Zhong Beiming's neck like this, and when the system was completed, he threw his body to the side, looked around, and swaggered away in front of everyone, revealing a touch of kindness enough to win an Academy Award in the corner of his eyes:

"Since I said that I have no grievances with you, and I will spare your life. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Zhong Beiming fell to the ground in embarrassment, panting heavily.

Today, as the champion of the second-grade group, he not only lost unexpectedly and failed to avenge his younger brother, but was also humiliated by Songming, losing face to Qianjindao, embarrassed in front of his girlfriend, and was poured into countless pretending quotations by his opponent in his ears, and his Dao heart has been greatly damaged.

Thinking like this, Zhong Beiming rose up in anger, held on to the broken cervical vertebrae, instantly drew his sword, and slashed at Song Ming with a sword.

He once again underestimated Songming, and underestimated the number and experience of Songming watching domestic TV series.

How can there be a villain in this world who doesn't take the opportunity to sneak attack after being circumvented?

Song Ming had long been familiar with this kind of plot, so he turned around in advance, just avoided Zhong Beiming's sword blade, followed with his right fist, and smashed a punch on Zhong Beiming's face.

The fist came down from top to bottom, drawing a wonderful arc in the air, smashing its entire head to the ground, and its body was connected to its head, like a fallen leaf swept by the autumn wind, and it also slowly "floated" down.

Song Ming couldn't hold back anymore, followed with his left hand, grabbed Zhong Beiming's right shoulder holding the sword, and unloaded his right arm.

And that's not all, and then poured into his ears a new pretending quote:

"When you want to pick up a sword and cut someone, it's best to be aware of the broken arm first. ”

Because the scene was too bloody and beyond the scope of children's inappropriateness, the live broadcast signal was once cut off, causing the audience to complain.

Song Ming lifted Zhong Beiming's right arm, didn't even look at it, and threw it to the medical team, and then took out a grass root from his arms, and put it into his mouth, his face was as tender as water, mixed with an unprecedented ultra-high force, and continued to spit out pretending to be forced quotes:

"From a personal point of view, life is more important than face. ”

Zhong Beiming covered his neck with his left hand, his right shoulder was bleeding wildly, and the whole person almost collapsed, screaming hysterically:

"You dare to kill me, I'm a candidate for the next direct disciple. ”

Song Ming smiled and squirted out a mocking pretense:

"Can you stop teasing, you're a cripple who can't even beat a level 11 Wind Channel!"

Although Zhong Beiming was hysterical, his body language was only trembling:

"Kill me, you think you can live?"

Song Ming's face was slightly cold, and there was a deep intimidation in the force:

"That's after you die. ”

This cold and bone-chilling sentence made Zhong Beiming instantly regain his senses, and he had to grit his teeth and admit defeat, and then staggered to the medical team - if the operation was timely, his right arm would probably be able to be recovered.

Jiang Shanshan hurriedly ran over to help her, but was pushed away by him with his hand:

"It's over. ”

......

In this way, Song Ming used the cultivation of the 11th level of the Wind Flow Path to beat the first and second grade champions in a row, and instantly detonated the news of the solar system - this is probably the third time, not counting the time when he shot through the earth.

The crowd was dumbfounded at first, but finally came to their senses, and gradually evolved into scolding, and the people's grievances were boiling:

"Liar!"

"Brute!"

"Monster!"

"It must be cheating, obviously taking stimulants, the school doping testing center is a decoration!"

"Impossible, it must be a robot, it must be the latest robot, hurry up and dissect and dismantle his battery!"

Songming turned a deaf ear.

His heart did not fluctuate, and he didn't even bother to laugh.

The ancients had clouds, and those who had the courage to beep but did not have the courage to stand up were mostly instigators.

Life is precious, time is even more expensive, where does Song Ming have the time and mind to care about the opinions of a group of cowards, he only looked up at Principal Lan Ting, and saw that he didn't seem to have the intention of punishing him, and he was slightly relieved in his heart.

If you think about it carefully, in addition to the shamelessness of attacking Zhong Ruifeng, although the other attacks seem to be bloody, almost all of them have been spared, and they have not been fatal.

Thinking like this, he chewed on the grass roots and calmly walked out of the playing field.

Jia Renwu, who was not far away, saw that the principal had no opinion, his red and swollen face finally showed a slight joy, and he walked over and patted Song Ming's shoulder, although he didn't say anything, but it was full of approval.

This is the first time in Songming's life that he has received the praise of his teacher, although this teacher Zhong is almost a fool, but he is a teacher after all, and his praise at the moment, at least seems to be sincere.

So he grinned and showed an innocent smile.

Songming smiled innocently, but some people had bad intentions and forcibly excavated irony from it.

Ten thousand readers naturally have ten thousand Hamlets.

This ill-intentioned "reader" is called-

Zhong Zhide!

Zhong Zhide, who was originally invincible, with the collapse of his two nephews, his face had fallen into the trench, and at this moment he saw that people's grievances were boiling, and then looked at the principal's attitude of watching the play, so he mustered up his courage and shouted at Songming:

"Stop!"

Song Ming turned his head, looked confused, and pointed to his nose in a daze:

"Me?"

Zhong Zhide stroked his long beard, and his face was extremely ecstatic:

"How could you, a low-level disciple who has not yet learned the control of things, defeat the level 29 Beiming? How can you survive from the belly of the Flying Python Winged Dragon? Say, are you a robot, are you a spy sent by overseas hostile forces, and what kind of black technology is hidden in your body?"

Song Dabao and Zhao Xiaochuan, who had been silent for a long time, hurriedly stepped forward to explain at this moment:

"Uncle Shi, the disciple is Senior Brother Song's roommate, and the disciple can prove that he is really just an ordinary person. ”

"The disciple vouches for his personality, and Senior Brother Song is just an empty brute force, not a robot. ”

Zhong Zhide snorted coldly, and slapped the two of them to the ground:

"Fuck off, ordinary people? Am I blind? You garbage deserve to be a vouch?"

The Xinghuo Spiritual Courtyard is a place that respects teachers very much, and the rules are:

Regardless of whether the teacher is right or wrong, the teacher has the right to act first, and if the disciple has any objections, he can report them to the Discipline Hall afterwards, and if the disciple talks back to his face or even does it, the teacher will have the right to carry out any punishment other than lethal punishment, and the disciple will also face extremely severe punishment afterwards.

Based on this, Zhong Zhide glanced at the principal again, and after making sure that the principal had no opinion, he said with a cold face in the direction of Songming:

"If you are obsessed again, don't blame the old man for being polite!"

The scene gradually became unpredictable.

Countless viewers held their breath and stared at the two of them, for fear of missing something.

The principal, and even Kidd and Bai Jie, all looked like they were watching a play; Qi An and Qi Yang scattered and sneered unexpectedly; Qi Yu shook his head, but he was still full of grace and handsomeness; Jia Renwu suppressed his anger and did not attack immediately.

At the focal point of all sights-

Song Ming turned around slowly, with his left hand in his pocket, his right hand playing with the grass stalk in his mouth, glanced at Song Dabao and Zhao Xiaochuan, who were turned to the ground by Zhong Zhide's palm, his face was a little helpless, and then he looked at Zhong Zhide, who was white and fat and slightly bearded, his face was soft, and he said politely:

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

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