"Come on!" said the artillery, as if aroused by real fire, hooked his finger provocatively.

Lei Luo suddenly put down his attack momentum, looked out of the crowd, and beckoned, "Senior sister, why are you here?"

Qi Wei was full of annoyance, and in front of Bud, but she didn't have a good seizure, and replied coldly: "Come and ask you to go back, busy man!"

Lei Luo then remembered that he seemed to have not been back to the academy for a long time, and he was about to go with Qi Wei when he got dressed. Bud was anxious and shouted, "Hey, why are you going?"

"Uncle, Lei Luo is a member of my club, but he hasn't joined your branch yet!" Qi Wei said lightly.

"Hah, girl, don't be angry, I didn't say I wouldn't let him go, I just asked when I'll be back!" Bard smiled, looking rather embarrassed.

"I don't know what to do!" Qi Wei grabbed Lei Luo and rushed out of the courtyard in a rage.

Bard sighed in the back, the expression on his face as if he had watched a rare treasure slip out of his grasp.

"I can finally rest, so I don't even have time to sleep. This little bastard Lei Luo is crazy, and you are crazy too!" The cannon cursed freely.

Ever since he was fired by Lei Luo, every time the artillery sees that he is either a "kid" or a "little bastard", he has no interest in slapping sycophants. But the artillery never thought that after losing his "entourage work", he would be reduced to a sparring partner again, and he would not even be paid a penny.

The development of secret martial arts is tied to the history of conquest by various countries on the mainland. Therefore, in the division of the ranks of warriors, the military color is extremely strong.

The initial level of a warrior is [Warrior] level, which is divided into nine stages, and the highest is a ninth-level warrior. After breaking through this level, you can be promoted to the [Warlord], and then the [God of War] level. The Bloody Grand Duke, the historical general of the Silver Wing Empire, is a ninth-level god of war.

The strength of the artillery is an eighth-level soldier, and under the pressure of Bud, he had to be stubbornly suppressed to the first level, and accompanied Lei Luo to practice for nearly half a month. These days, the artillery feels like hell all the time - the schedule is reversed, and the day is always groggy, but he has to brace himself to deal with the leopard-like fierce Lei Luo.

In the consensus of all the martial artists in the branch, Lei Luo is a juvenile leopard, although he is not experienced enough in hunting, but he is a fast learner, and he has gradually learned how to effectively use his claws and fangs.

In artillery terms, the little bastard is still too young and naïve. Regardless of whether it is an eighth-level soldier or a suppressed first-level soldier, you can just clean him up.

This is indeed the case.

But there's no denying that Relo is holding on to the battle for longer and longer, like a tightrope that grows tougher and tougher.

"Let's go back to the martial arts club, that's the right place for young people!" the artillery shouted at the courtyard gate, still tingling his hands and feet.

Turning around, he saw that Bard and the others were staring at him with strange expressions, and he couldn't help but take a step back. "What for?"

"Do you think you've been hit too many times by him?" Bard asked nonchalantly.

The artillery froze.

On the way back to the academy, Qiwei kept a calm face and didn't say a word.

The carriage was moving fast and steadily, and there was a good smell of pine wood in the carriage, but what was more obvious was the cold smell of Qi Wei's body mixed with body fragrance. I hadn't met her for a long time, and Leng Buding felt the restlessness of potential again, and Lei Luo couldn't help but feel like a world away.

"Senior sister, how is the Martial Arts Society lately?" Lei Luo had nothing to say.

"Do you still know that Lu Dao cares about the Martial Arts Society, I think your mind has already flown to the Martial Arts Hall!" Qi Wei sneered mercilessly.

"Anyway, those who will enter the martial arts hall sooner or later in the future are all from their own family!" Lei Luo smiled.

Kivi glared at him fiercely, turned her head to look out the window, and simply pretended to be dumb. Not long after, she suddenly reached out and fanned her nose, opened the window and blew a cold breeze.

Seeing that she was still wearing a Taoist uniform, Lei Luo kindly reminded: "You are so windy, beware of catching a cold." ”

"You smell of sweat all over you, it stinks so bad, of course I'll have to open the window!" Kivi snorted.

Lei Luo was greatly embarrassed and secretly lowered his head and sniffed.

Qi Wei just turned her head, and the two stared at each other with big eyes, stalemate for a moment, and they couldn't help laughing.

Mingxu's sunlight was slanting in through the car window, falling on the side of Qiwei's face, dyeing her long eyelashes golden. The warm hue blends with the smile that flows in her eyes, like the silhouette of a fine brushstroke. For the first time, Lei Luo found out that she was really a very good-looking girl.

The selection day is coming soon, and a huge banner is hung in the venue of the Ryoma Martial Arts Society: "If you don't advance, you will retreat, and if you don't fight, you will die!"

There is no need for more mobilization, everyone knows what the selection of the Dao means, and what the confrontation with the Tianjiao Martial Society means after the selection.

The two martial arts societies are like silent beasts, and only on the day of the confrontation every year will they show their long-lost fangs. At that time, not only the teachers and students of the whole college will cheer for both sides, but also representatives of the martial arts hall and celebrities in the city will come to watch the game. A total of 20 contestants will do their best to dedicate the best ten confrontations to determine the strongest martial arts club of the year.

Sweat, youth, hormones, and the hard work that has been put in have finally reached the moment to reflect the value. No one wants to lose their qualifications on selection day, not even the black-clad students.

"The second senior brother has a good relationship with the people in the lottery group, and I heard that I want to take this opportunity to clean you up. During the warm-up, Gail reminded Lei Luo in a low voice.

"Then he had to clean it up. Relo smiled at Gail. This sixth senior brother who was born in the mining area like himself is a very good old man, and the longer he has been in contact, the more he can understand his character. It's just that as a martial arts cultivator, it seems to be a little less ruthless.

Seeing that he didn't care, Gail showed a slightly worried look on his round face, and said, "I'm not joking with you, if you really want to be with the second senior brother, you can just abstain." ”

"Okay, I got it. Lei Luo nodded.

After the intense preparations were completed, the members of the blue and black suits lined up in the venue. They will play against each other through a draw to select the winner to challenge the white suit, and finally decide the ten-man roster.

"What is this better than? Isn't there already a senior sister, a second senior brother, and a third senior brother, who can beat them according to the ranking of strength?"

"Courage to challenge, this is the spirit of martial arts. Relo replied.

At the beginning of the draw, Lei Luo first drew a black member, and after winning easily, he followed up with a blue player. This time, instead of settling the fight immediately, he tangled with the opponent for a few minutes before he kicked the opponent with a seemingly coincidental kick.

Allen's luck was outrageous, and after taking advantage of his physique to defeat his first black-clad opponent, he was followed by a draw against Andrew. Ever since he was defeated by Lei Luo in front of Kivi, Andrew has been thinking about a snow shame all the time, and he has been training harder than before. Today, I secretly prayed countless times to draw Lei Luo, but the first opponent to take his turn was the blue suit. After spending the strength of the milk, the challenge was successful, and he had been beaten into a pig's head, with a long nosebleed, and two huge purple eye bubbles high and swollen, if Lei Luo saw it, he would probably think of some kind of strange creature called "Ultraman".

Aaron couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that Andrew couldn't even stand on his feet, and staggered as if he was about to fall down at any moment. went up to a bear hug, and actually grabbed the other party before Andrew really fell.

"Okay! At this time, I think of caring for my classmates first, which is so touching!" sighed the senior member in charge of the referee.

At an angle that he couldn't see, Alun was squeezing his punching bag-sized fist, slamming it into Andrew's waist and ribs, shouting as he pounded: "Hey, how are you? I'll hold you, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay......"

When Andrew finally had a chance to fall, he only had half a life left, and his eyes were dilated. Aaron stuck out his tongue at Relo from afar, heading for the third opponent. When he saw the tragic situation of the other party, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"What day is it?" Aaron asked himself.

The blue suit, whose face was covered with blood and even the bridge of his nose was broken, didn't seem to take Aaron seriously, roared and took the initiative to rush forward, and as soon as he took the second step, he stumbled under his feet, hit his head on the floor and fainted.

rushed all the way to the level without danger, and by noon, Aaron and Lei Luo both advanced. The white service side has also completed a round of elimination, and there are only more than 20 people left, waiting for the afternoon re-election.