Chapter 133: Aladdin's Magic Lamp

The crowd looked up.

Ji Yongqi's fireball did not hit Jiang Zhi'an, but was blocked by a golden shield.

"Damn."

Jiang Zhi'an was stunned, but he didn't expect that he subconsciously opened his palm to block, and unintentionally launched an ability to block Ji Yongqi's attack.

The students in the audience were also stunned.

Because Jiang Zhi'an's shield appeared at such a good time, they all planned to wait for the duel to come to the stage to carry Jiang Zhi'an down, but they didn't expect him to use his ability as well.

Fang Qi paused.

"When I first entered school."

"That's how he made me a little gold man with this?"

Shen Yufeng nodded.

"I didn't expect his ability to trigger in such a timely manner."

Because he is a half-level ability, Jiang Zhian can't use his ability anytime and anywhere like Ji Yongqi, so he can only try his luck and see when his ability can awaken.

I didn't expect to give it a try, and it actually worked.

Ji Yongqi also glanced at Jiang Zhi'an with some surprise, "Are you a gold-based powerhouse?" ”

Jiang Zhi'an let out an "ah", "I didn't expect the master to take countless bloody scripts, and today the farmer finally turned over and sang." ”

"Look at the move."

Jiang Zhi'an opened his palms and wanted to attack Ji Yongqi with his gold-based ability, but no matter how hard he tried, there was no change in his palms.

Ji Yongqi waited for a long time and pulled the corners of his mouth.

"It's really a half-level ability."

"It's all a matter of luck that can't come out?"

After he finished speaking, he threw a small fireball at Jiang Zhi'an, and Jiang Zhi'an used his gold-based ability to block the small fireball again.

"Not really."

"Such a bad daddy?"

"Can only defend but not attack?"

For the rest of the day, they watched Ji Yongqi and Jiang Zhi'an in the ring, one using a fire-based ability to attack and the other using a gold-based ability to defend.

Back and forth.

I don't know how long it has been.

Jiang Zhian finally gestured.

"Alright, I'll throw in the towel."

The voice of the Lord God in the ring rang out.

"One side conceded defeat, and the third game ended."

"Ji Yongqi wins."

Finally.

Ji Yongqi took a deep breath.

He's been in this school for so long, and it's the most tiring and longest-running ring duel he's ever played.

He walked over and stretched out his hand to Jiang Zhi'an, who glanced at him and stood up with his hand.

"How did you throw in the towel?" Ji Yongqi asked: "I thought you had to win before I stopped." ”

"Master is still a little self-aware." Jiang Zhian patted the soil on his pants, "I know I can't win against you, and it's a waste of time to fight any longer." ”

"But although I knew I was going to lose, I just didn't want to admit defeat so easily."

"I've exhausted all my strength, I have no regrets about losing to you, master."

Ji Yongqi was stunned.

He has always thought that there should be a clear boundary between the strong and the weak, and there is no need for the weak to resist, as long as they obey the arrangement of the strong.

But he didn't know that until today.

Even the faintest and smallest people have the right and courage to fight.

"I admire you." Ji Yongqi said.

Jiang Zhian glanced at him and patted him on the shoulder, "You're not bad either." ”

Most students in this world are indifferent, and it's a good thing, but there are always some honest and kind people by their side.

Don't throw in the towel anytime.

Ji Yongqi helped Jiang Zhian off the stage, Shen Yufeng put Jiang Zhian's arm on his shoulder, and helped him to Jiang Ye's side.

Jiang Zhi'an was really tired, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and several blood-red primers appeared on his body, and he sat on the ground, his hands holding water were a little trembling.

"Good work." Jiang also said.

Let's be honest.

She didn't expect Jiang Zhian to persevere.

But he succeeded.

Jiang Zhi'an waved his hand.

Jiang Nan looked at Jiang Zhi'an, tears rolling in his eyes, "Brother, I won't scold you anymore, I always thought you were a bear, but I didn't expect you to be a hero." ”

"That's it." Jiang Zhi'an put his hand on Jiang Nan's shoulder, "Do you know why my brother is working so hard?" ”

Jiang Nan wiped away her tears.

"Because you want to be a good example for me?"

"You want to tell me that you can't easily admit defeat and give up easily?"

"It's not." Jiang Zhi'an smiled, "My brother is mainly betting on himself that he can stay on the stage for a while, if he can't persevere, then won't my brother lose money." ”

"Ginger beauty."

Jiang Zhi'an glanced at Jiang Ye, "After three games, how much money did we make?" ”

Jiang Nan: "......"

The girl silently clenched her fists, "I'll go to your Jiang Zhi'an!" Your uncle! ”

"Hey, hey, don't slap your face."

……

After Jiang Zhi'an finished the ring, he was beaten up by Jiang Nan again, thanks to Chen Mu's healing ability, Jiang Zhi'an was able to jump alive.

Chen Mu pulled the corners of his mouth and glanced at Jiang Zhi'an, "It's a pity that I can't use your abilities during the game, or you won't have to go up with an injury to play the third game." ”

"It's fine."

Jiang Zhian stretched, "Fortunately, you are a healing ability, otherwise I am full of injuries, and I don't know when I will be healed." ”

Jiang Zhi'an poked Jiang Nan's arm.

"Little Ancestor."

"Why are you hitting me?"

"It's not like you're talking nonsense." Jiang Nan glanced at Jiang Zhi'an.

"Who is talking nonsense." Jiang Zhian looked at Jiang Ye, "Jiang beauty, you say, is it important for me to ask questions?" ”

"Important."

Jiang also counted the money, and just wanted to put it in his pocket, he found that the clothes he was wearing had no pockets, so he stuffed the money into Qi Zhan's sweatshirt pocket nearby, and did not forget to ask.

"Don't steal my money."

After Jiang Ye finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Zhian and said, "After three games, we have won enough money to eat in this school for a year." ”

"Great!"

Jiang Zhian licked the corners of his mouth, "I really want to eat braised pork ribs, braised pork, boiled fish and four happy meatballs, and fried tenderloin and braised chicken." ”

Jiang also raised an eyebrow.

"We'll go to the cafeteria in a minute."

Yueyue, who has always loved food, couldn't help but say, "Are you a little too optimistic?" ”

"We still have two games to decide, and if we draw one of us who doesn't have an ability or a half-level ability, then we won't be able to get a clue."

"I can't get a clue."

"How do you pass the selection exam?"

Jiang also pinched Yueyue's face, "Don't worry, picking people is random, it's useless for us to think too much here." ”

Shen Yufeng nodded.

"If you come here, you will be safe."

"What if you draw Qi Zhan?"

Everyone's eyes invariably looked at the young man with a calm face, as if anything that happened here had nothing to do with him.

Zhao Kun walked over and saw that they were all staring at Qi Zhan, and for the sake of harmony, he also stared at Qi Zhan.

It wasn't until Qi Zhan made a slight small movement of opening his palms that they retracted their gaze in unison.

Full-level Shadow Ability.

You can't hit someone, right?

"What are you doing here?"

Yue Yue looked at Zhao Kun and said a little angrily.

This person had been in power at school before, although he didn't dare to do it after being cleaned up by Qi Zhan, but Yueyue still didn't like him.

"Let's take a look."

Zhao Kun shrugged his shoulders, and then glanced at Jiang Zhi'an, "You kid is really brave, your injury ......"

Zhao Kungang wanted to be sarcastic, but looked at Jiang Zhi'an's eyes suddenly widened, "How did your injury heal?" ”

Jiang Zhi'an glanced at Chen Mu, "Chen Mu's brand healing ability, you don't deserve it." ”

Zhao Kun: "? ”

This advertising slogan is familiar, but it is not completely familiar.

In Zhao Kun's spare time, he saw a familiar figure again.

Song Chuan.

"Yo." Zhao Kun laughed, "Isn't this the kid who was beaten by us as soon as he entered the school?" ”

"Why are you here?"

Song Chuan glanced at him and said lightly: "You'd better pray, it won't be the two of us who will be chosen in the second game." ”

He clenched his fists.

Song Chuan has wanted to teach him a lesson for a long time, but he has never found a suitable opportunity, if there is a chance, Song Chuan will return the beating he received that day.

Zhao Kun laughed disdainfully.

"You think the Lord God is Aladdin's Magic Lamp."

"You said you chose the two of us, and you chose the two of us?"

Jiang also glanced at Zhao Kun and said lightly: "That's a good point, pack up and get ready to start your performance." ”

Zhao Kun: "? ”