Rogier had been staring at the witch doctor Elise for a long time, waving his great sword absentmindedly, his eyes never taking his eyes off her. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The witch doctor is extraordinarily gorgeous, with big breasts and fat buttocks, and an extremely hot body, she is like the most dazzling girl at the ball, every time she comes to the training ground for a physical examination, she will firmly attract the eyes of the trainees, and Rogier is the one who is the most fascinated.

On top of that, the witch doctor was the wife of their instructor, Mr. Rumir, which was simply salivating, and his favorite was this kind of married woman, experienced and violent.

Unlike those young little girls, they hesitate to do it, hide it, and worry about this and that, but after tossing it, both parties are uncomfortable.

He once secretly gave some hints like a witch doctor, who knew that the other party was very ambiguous, neither agreed nor explicitly refused, so he kept hanging his appetite and made his heart itch.

Rogier knew that he had met an opponent this time, and the witch doctor was obviously a veteran of this skill, so it was not so easy to easily deal with her.

However, he was not worried, Instructor Rumir was old, and he stayed in the training ground all day to train with their young guys, and he was already exhausted when he returned home, so he still had the energy to do those fish and water things, and he was afraid that he would not be able to meet his wife's needs.

The witch doctor looked dignified and looked like a wife, but in fact, her heart was full of desire, if she really went to bed, she might not know how sassy it would be, and when she thought of her profligate appearance in bed, Rogier gasped and couldn't control herself.

He swore he had to get Elise, and he had the confidence.

Rogil's self-confident capital lies in his handsome appearance, although he is only eighteen years old, but from the immature flower bones to the ripe flowers, he has picked them all over, and in the whole Fang Menos's preparatory life, who does not know that he Rumir is a playboy.

Beautiful appearance is suitable for both men and women, not only men will pursue beauty, bow down under the pomegranate skirt, women will pursue those lovely, handsome men, the degree is even more crazy, after all, they are more sensual than men.

Relying on a good skin, and then dressing himself up as a gentle and considerate, funny and elegant handsome boy, Rogier can be described as invincible in the women's pile, singing day and night, galloping horses, and dying happily.

This time the opponent is a bit strong, but it doesn't matter, he just likes challenging women, it's too easy to get it but there is no thrill of conquest, and in the future, he has to ask her to open her legs obediently in front of him.

"Something is wrong, Rogil!" While Rogier was still immersed in his fantasies, Harvey came running up to him, he was short in stature, with a baby face, and looked like a little child, in fact he was sixteen years old.

Rogier reluctantly turned his gaze, he was very unhappy, "Harvey, how many times have I taught you, you can't be flustered in doing things, and men should always pay attention to their demeanor." He criticized Harvey tightly, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"It's the assessment of trainees. Harvey said, "The guy you want me to pay attention to has lost seventeen men in a row and is now in the final match against Morton. ”

"Oh, it's him. Rogier remembered the incident, the boy who had been picked up by the patrolling soldiers two years earlier, and who had been brought back to Fangmenos as a trainee because of his young age.

At that time, Rogier took a fancy to the boy at a glance, and felt that he had the potential to become a prep student or even a demon servant, and it was worth him to woo, so he asked Harvey to secretly observe his development, and after two years, he almost forgot about it.

"What's his name?" Rogier thought for a long time, only to realize that he had long since lost his name.

"Wiblen!" Harvey said

"Wiblen, it's a good name, but Morton is Ralph's younger brother, and his strength is quite good, he is not Morton's opponent. Rogier was a little sorry.

This year, only NO.127 among the reserve students was killed by the opponent by mistake in training, which means that there is only one place that can be promoted from the trainee to the reserve student, and the only place naturally belongs to the strongest, and Veblen can only wait for next year after defeat.

He didn't think that Veblen would be able to win, after all, he had only been training for two years, and it was not easy to get to this point, and the future was indeed worth looking forward to.

But Morton became a trainee at the age of eight, and now it has been a full ten years, and if he hadn't met him early last year, Rogier would have been a probationary student this year.

It is said that his strength has been maintained at the top of the trainees this year, and his promotion to the reserve student is a sure thing.

"But either way, we'll have to see how deep this partner is. ”

Veblen was holding a blunt-headed greatsword, a two-handed sword for training, the tip of the sword was rounded, very heavy, and it was extremely difficult to wield it with one hand, and for some reason Fang Menos let them wield this kind of greatsword training.

Morton on the other side stared at him angrily, he was burly and strong, he easily carried a great sword in one hand, kicked his feet, and rushed towards Vebron, like a heavy chariot, and even the ground shook with it.

With a wave of the big sword in his hand, the whirring sound of breaking through the air came, and the heavy big sword coupled with the brute force of his body made it powerful to split mountains and rivers.

Veblen raised his sword to block, and hit him hard in the front, the collision of the sword and the sword made Wiblen's hand numb for a while, he only felt a huge force from the sword, and he couldn't help but take three steps back before unloading this force.

Morton's strength is too great to fight hard.

He thought to himself, if the holiness is still there, why should he be afraid, he was able to defeat the devil with a pair of fleshy palms, although Morton's strength is great, but it is only within the scope of human beings, and it is incomparable to the devil's.

But the flower of holiness had withered, and the stamen had been inhabited by the spirits, and had become a flower of ice and snow, and it had no physical bonus at all, except for the deification that could not be hoped for for the time being, and Veblen was very dissatisfied with this behavior of not paying rent in a white house.

Grievances are grievances, complaining is to no avail, and he will now have to face Morton's brute force slash first.

Combat is about playing to strengths and avoiding weaknesses, and you can't use your weaknesses to fight hard with other people's strengths, which is tantamount to self-destruction, Wiblem is inferior to Morton in strength, but in speed, agility is a lot better.

This is a gain and a loss, Morton's huge body gives him great strength, but also makes him lose his agility.

It can be said that Vebrun's idea is good, as long as he uses the space to maneuver with Morton, Morton's attack is far more exhausting than Vebrun, once he consumes too much and his physical strength is exhausted, then it is the best time for Vebron to counterattack.

However, he ignored one point, the arena where the trainees were assessed was in the ring, and the ring itself did not have much space.

Wiblen did not fight with Morton according to his own thoughts, and he began to dodge Moreton's great sword, and only when he couldn't dodge it, he didn't use his sword to resist.

But unconsciously, he was forced to a corner of the ring by Morton, and when he reacted, it was already too late, a hideous smile appeared on Morton's face, and he raised the big sword in his hand and slashed it down.

If this sword is struck, Vebron will be speechless, although the tip of the sword is blunt, but the blades on both sides are sharp, Morton does not intend to show mercy, he wants to kill Wiblen.

The assessment rules for trainees are very simple, even if you beat the opponent, you win, as for the definition of defeat, it also includes killing the opponent, but after all, they are also trainees, and under normal circumstances, they only need to force the opponent to admit defeat, or drive the opponent out of the ring, but Morton has no such meaning at all.

The onlookers also exclaimed at this time, they were all losers in the assessment, facing the final duel between the two, everyone thought that Morton would win easily, Morton himself had the strength of a reserve student, and Veblen had only been training for two years.

They saw that Morton wanted to kill Wiblen, and felt sorry for this handsome boy, who was usually very popular.

Vebron naturally smelled Morton's killing intent, he narrowed his eyes, and his cold eyes revealed a dangerous chill, in the past two years, he has not only practiced swordsmanship, you must know that he also has the magic seal of the Scaman family, and two years is enough for him to become a magician.

"Flash!" Veblen cast a spell, the flash spell is only the most basic magic, but in terms of combat, the depth of the magic does not have much to do with it, as long as it works.

I saw a bright light flash, Morton was unprepared for a while, the strong light entered his eyes, he was stimulated, there was a white light in front of him, he couldn't see anything else clearly, and fell into temporary blindness.

Wiblen seized the opportunity and jumped forward, he slashed down Morton's big sword with a single sword, and kicked him out of the ring without hesitation, "So you win, Mr. Rumir?" he looked at the instructor of the test.

"That's good!" Rumir announced in a loud voice, "Veblen, from today onwards you are a new prepative student, ranking No.132!"