"Oh, oh, the old man is the most eccentric, if your words fall into his ears, he is afraid that he will try his best to kill your master!

"Damn, do you dare to take me?" Francis visibly annoyed as his face changed.

He was extremely conceited, even if he knew that Zhuge Pang had a sub-artifact and his strength was very extraordinary, he still had the confidence to hit him hard with one move.

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhuge was a scoundrel and said, "No way, I want to beat you up too, but unfortunately the referee doesn't agree!"

With a wry smile, the chief referee said helplessly, "Two little friends, I'm really sorry, this is not in accordance with the rules, I can't call the shots, please leave quickly!"

The old man was indeed very helpless in his heart, although he had the terrifying strength of the peak of Douzun, but he did not have full confidence in controlling the battle between the two, and the most important thing was that if there was any difference, whether it was the old man in the black robe or the anger of the first great priest, it was not something he could bear.

"Big boss, I have thoroughly understood, you can rest assured that you can fight!"

At this moment, the voice of the second master resounded in his mind, which made Zhuge Pang happy. With the guarantee, this guy suddenly trembled again, and sighed with great regret, "Hey, it's boring! I originally wanted to beat you up, but now it seems that there is no chance." Little Fran, whether you fight or not, I don't have time to waste time with you!"

"Chief referee, this battle is allowed by this princess, you go down, no matter what happens, this princess will bear it herself!" Rubbing her teeth fiercely, the ninth princess was furious and was about to run away.

In her opinion, Brother Francis defeated the dead fat man in front of him, there is no difficulty at all, and it is as casual as a certainty, but this guy does not have the slightest sense of this, relying on the chief referee will not agree to the battle, and he keeps chattering, which is extremely hateful.

"Her Royal Highness this princess, it's not in accordance with the rules!" was still a wry smile, and the chief referee was very helpless.

Such a dramatic scene, many students and mentors couldn't cry or laugh, but almost everyone decided that Zhuge was just slapping his swollen face and becoming fat, and Francis was the first day of the empire, and if he was defeated by Zhuge Pang's peers, it would be a joke.

However, seeing Francis deflated, many male students were very comfortable, this guy was so popular as soon as he appeared, which attracted the screams and cheers of countless female students of the academy, especially with Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess is a childhood sweetheart, this is simply intolerable, adhering to the principle that the enemy of the enemy is a friend, they suddenly felt that Zhuge was a lot more pleasing to the eye.

"Hahahaha The students of the Temple Academy have all challenged our academy, should we old guys show up?"

At this moment, a hearty laugh resounded across the battlefield, a misty red streamer flashed, and an old man surrounded by a cyan whirlwind had already appeared on the opposite platform. This is a shriveled, skinny old man, with a sparse goatee shaking, and a lazy demeanor carrying his hands behind his back, but his whole body exudes a powerful momentum that makes people palpitate.

"What a fast speed! What a terrifying coercion! This old man should be one of the old antiques of the academy!"

"Vice Dean Lord Mellon, his old man is usually very mysterious, the peak strength of the Wind Great Magister, I have heard that when he waved his hand, the ninth-level Wind Magic Hurricane Blade killed the three powerhouses in the early stage of the Dou Emperor, he is an old pervert!"

"What? He is Vice Dean Master Mellon? That's the big man of our academy, Lord Dean has traveled all over the Creation Continent all year round, and he hasn't appeared for several years, Master Mellon and Vice Dean Julian are almost the top controllers of the academy!"

"What kind of magic was that? It seems that unlike the Wind Float, the Vice Dean really lives up to his reputation!"

"I heard that our vice president, Lord Mellon, is very protective, and he should be on Zhuge Pang's side when he appears this time."

There was an exclamation, revealing the identity of the old man with a goatee, and the chief referee hurriedly saluted and exhaled with relief. When the sky fell, there was a big man on top, and the face in front of him couldn't stand the peak of his Douzun, but it was nothing to the vice president Mellon.

"Alright, Christopher, you're doing well, go down, I'll decide the rest!" Nodding, Mellon stroked his goatee and said kindly.

"Okay!" replied, and the chief referee Christopher jumped and quickly left the table.

Smiling at Francis, Mellon came to Zhuge Pang's side very naturally, patted him on the shoulder with relief, and then said with great relief, "Little fatty, your master in the black robe told me to take good care of you, but you don't let me worry too much, right? It's just a matter of overturning forty-four students, how can you get on the same page as the first day of the Fire God Temple Academy? Do you know that our college has been overwhelmed by the Fire God Temple Academy all these years, and he has contributed a lot!" By the way, your master said that you little fat man has some strange methods, but are you sure that you can beat him violently? If so, my old man will call the shots for you and preside over this battle!"

How could Zhuge Pang not hear the meaning of this extraneous statement, this guy is also an acting school, hesitated for a moment, and then said very seriously, "Uh, so-so, some certainty." ”

"Poof!"

Many of the students were amused by this answer, and when they looked at Francis again, although they tried their best to keep smiling, there was a faint cold light in their eyes, and they were obviously angry. With such a straightforward package and sarcasm, how could he not see it?

"Vice Dean Mellon, we meet again, I think of the last time your academy was defeated, it's really ashamed, I should be merciful. With a smile on his face, Francis spoke with a knife.

However, as soon as his words came out, many female students who were originally in love with him turned cold, while those hostile male students looked unkind one by one. Hitting people doesn't slap their faces, although every time the two academies have been defeated in the competition between the two academies over the years, they have been given the nickname of the second thousand-year-old, but as one of them, they are naturally very angry.

The only one who was still focused on Francis was the angry Royal Highness the Ninth Princess, who muttered dissatisfiedly and said loudly, "Vice President Mellon, you are obviously covering up the dead fat man! I know, it must be his master who threatens you! Hmph! Doesn't that dead fat man claim to be able to defeat my brother Francis, then you will be the referee and let them fight fairly!"

Hearing this, Vice President Mellon's face also became gloomy, and he said unhurriedly, "Your Royal Highness the Ninth Princess, please pay attention to your words, even His Majesty the Emperor has not been so rude to my old man! The Demon Martial Arts Academy is not a palace, and you must abide by the rules of the academy when you come! In the entire Demon Martial Arts Academy, except for the dean, I, Mellon and Julian, are the biggest rules of the academy, understand? Since you said so, my old man is not partial, lest you cry and cry and damage my old man's image!" Chubby, don't grind, solve it quickly!"

With a wave of his hand, Mellon's tone was breezy, as if instead of agreeing to an exciting battle, he ordered Zhuge Pang to slap a messy fly to death.

"On the surface, this guy looks like a big man in the academy, but his tone and style are not righteous and awe-inspiring at all, but he has a black belly nature that protects his shorts, but this king likes it!" Thinking like this, Zhuge suddenly felt that Mellon had a good appetite.

"Hahaha, since the vice president has spoken, I'm not welcome! I will definitely not lose the face of our Imperial Demon Martial Academy!" Rudely rolled up his sleeves, Zhuge Pang looked like a fat butcher killing pigs and sheep.

"Don't talk nonsense, get ready to take it!"

"Buzz"

The contract of the gods shook suddenly, and then a stream of golden light shot out, mysterious and noble, with a palpitating aura, instantly enveloping Francis. At the same time, an obscure and awkward magic spell was issued, and with the rapid movement of his hands, a brilliant light suddenly appeared between Francis's hands, and a terrifying frenzy rushed like a roaring sea of rage.

"It's not good!Xiaopang, this is soul magic, the tear of the soul storm, you have to be careful!" his face changed greatly, and Mellon couldn't help but send a soul transmission to Zhuge Da Master.

Extremely determined, Zhuge stood calmly, that posture, looking at the Quartet.