Chapter Eighty-Nine: The First Song of the Young Phoenix (I)
When the junior competition of the branch school was murderous, the main school of Yuexinhu was also a sword and sword.
The members of Huangqiaotang were gearing up one by one, and their fighting spirit was boiling, but the president and the first secretary did not come to the scene in person, but hid in the president's room and watched the video of the competition of the branch school.
"Wan Yu, you gave the sign to Fengfeng Tang, it seems that you are not very interested in Li Xiaofeng. ”
Feng Shuying's intellectual jade face flashed with a wise smile, and he immediately saw through the purpose of the good sister, and continued leisurely: "You also believe that Tie Yuan lost to Li Xiaofeng, isn't it accidental?"
"Whether it's an accident or not, it depends on their next game. ”
Song Wanyu took a sip of black tea, and while savoring it, she said with a smile: "Shuying, aren't you curious, why did Ouyang and them appear in Xindian Town, and what did Li Xiaofeng get injured for?"
"Alas, yes, Zhou Ya also appeared in Xindian Town at the same time, Xindian Town is not far from the earthquake point, all this is too coincidental. ”
Feng Shuying also picked up the teacup, but instead of drinking, it was placed in the palm of his hand and rotated leisurely.
"I've already investigated, but the clues have been artificially covered up, my sister and Ouyang both said they don't know, it is estimated that it is the meaning of Yuexin Island again, and if we continue to investigate, I'm afraid we will get a warning." ”
Song Wanyu groaned slightly, her plump cheeks rose slightly, and she said in a condensed voice: "Shuying, it's up to you whether to continue the investigation or not, and everything is prioritized by the Kyushu feast." ”
The president gave infinite trust, but the first secretary shook his head with a wry smile and quipped: "Okay, Your Highness the county lord, you have learned to instruct people." ”
"Hee-hee, I don't tell you who else to instruct. ”
There was laughter and laughter in Huangqiao Hall, and the sisterhood quietly relieved the pressure of intrigue.
"Bell-"
Ziyun Branch, the gong echoed, and the ring began.
The first game of the first round is a duel between Team 1 and Team 16, and the specific rules remain the same, which is also a best-of-five system.
The No. 1 team is the White Horse Club under Sheng Heaven, and the No. 16 team is the much-anticipated wind blowing hall, although the number plate has long been determined, but when the host announced it loudly, there was a strange sound in the 10,000-person gymnasium.
In the history of the Imperial Academy, a magical scene appeared, and almost everyone was cheering for the White Horse Society, hoping that they could teach the wind a hard lesson, especially that ****!
Boos poured in from all directions, Li Xiaofeng, who was greatly wronged, couldn't help but glance at Xiao Liuli, Xiao Liuli smiled happily, and the more the female students around her were afraid of Li Xiaofeng, the happier she was.
Ouyang Qianli firmly fulfilled her duties as an advisor teacher, and said with a slight frown: "Although the White Horse Club is not Sheng Heaven's trump card, its strength will not be much worse than the ace team of other clubs, Xiaofeng, don't be careless." ”
"Alas, I don't think it's okay to be careless, now at most it's the level of a great swordsman. ”
A night of retreat and cultivation did not make Li Xiaofeng's injury significantly improved, and his injury this time was too serious.
"Boss, recuperate with peace of mind, and a few of us, let me take the lead!"
Qian Dasheng took the initiative to ask, but Li Xiaofeng shook his head and said: "Let Xiaopang win, if you can, you can win, if you can't win, you can lose faster, as long as you don't get hurt." ”
Let the weakest Chubby be the pioneer, and lose a little faster?
Although Qian Dasheng habitually obediently retreated, his face was confused.
Xiaopang understood what the boss meant, and while preparing, he said with a smile: "The boss is playing a trick on the enemy, making the enemy careless, and then taking them by surprise and defrauding them of all their money." ”
The profiteer's mind was really sharp, Li Xiaofeng patted Xiaopang on the shoulder hard, and then put the hairball in handy again.
The chubby body "rolled" into the ring, and the opponent saw the hairball on his shoulder, but his eyes were not surprised at all.
Seeing this, Li Xiaofeng immediately swept his gaze and looked at the crowd of Sancai Hall in the audience, and sure enough, he saw Wang Feng's smug sneer.
The duel began, and Chubby pulled the trigger first, and the hairball pounced on it at the same time.
With a bang, two bullets collided violently in the center of the ring, and the player of the White Horse Club turned out to be a spear warrior.
Not only that, as soon as the ring on his hand lit up, a top-level phantom pet immediately appeared out of thin air, like a big eagle phantom pet with a long roar, and with a wave of its claws, the hairball was immediately hit into the air and flipped away.
The first duel was over, and in less than half a minute, Chubby escaped from the ring in disgrace and raised the white flag himself.
"Haha......"
The laughter in the stadium of 10,000 people was flying, as if it was a festival, and the previous solemn atmosphere was completely gone.
Xiaopang hung his head and sat back in his seat, and Qian Dasheng stood up again, vowing to save face for the boss.
Unexpectedly, Li Xiaofeng pulled him back again, and then stood up by himself and jumped into the ring with murderous energy.
The main general of the Wind Blowing Hall actually came to power in the second game, and that **** seems to be in a hurry, does he have real skills?
The curious thought suppressed the ridicule slightly, especially the position of the Sancai Hall watching the battle, which quickly fell silent.
Suddenly, a flame knife appeared in Li Xiaofeng's hand, and the mana light rose rapidly.
Thirty-five levels of mana, the realm of a great warcist, this ** really has some real skills, but relying on this to get back face is definitely a fool's dream.
The player of the White Horse Society is a warrior, although the fighting spirit is only more than thirty levels, but the strength of the warrior is much stronger than that of a warlock, he stabbed out with a sword, and Li Xiaofeng's flame knife immediately shattered into thousands of sparks.
The strength and weakness appeared quickly, but Li Xiaofeng's roar did not have the slightest fear, he kept chanting the terms, and one fireball after another continued to roar.
The fighting spirit of the human race stimulates the potential, but unfortunately the gap in strength still can't be bridged, and after the White Horse Club player receives a dozen fireballs, he suddenly flies forward and slashes down with a sword very impatiently.
"Bell-"
At the critical moment, Li Xiaofeng used the short sword of the warlock to defend himself to catch the attack.
In the sound of gold and iron, his figure was crushed a little, and he roared again, and suddenly straightened his body.
The opponent's face was finally a little more surprised, and the long sword flashed with cold light, and the sword was used as a sword again, slashing down.
A series of sparks shot in all directions, and the sound of impact reverberated violently.
Although Li Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and resisted, he finally left his feet off the ground and flew up.
With a thud, he fell under the ring, and when he landed, he took more than a dozen steps back and fell directly into Ouyang Qianli's arms.
The White Horse Society won again, but this time there was only applause, no boos.
Li Xiaofeng's ability is very ordinary, but his fighting spirit has been recognized, and a true warrior can always resonate with the hearts of his kind.
**Still**, but with a little more light.
"Xiaofeng, how is the injury?" A small question made Ouyang Qianli's beautiful eyes disordered, and the woman who fell in love was really different.
"I'm fine, that bit of skill can't hurt me. ”
The almighty soldier turned over and sat up, and without waiting for Qian Dasheng to ask Ying to fight for the third time, he looked at Xiao Hei first, and said in a condensed voice: "The foreshadowing is complete, Xiao Hei, it's up to you next." ”
"Boss, I know how to do it, don't worry, I will never lose this game. ”
'Winning is for sure, but we don't have to get hurt, there are only five of us. ”
After a slight sigh, Li Xiaofeng glanced at the other side and reminded in a low voice: "The opponent's mind now must be to defeat the enemy with one move, and the first move must be to open and close, understand?"
Xiao Hei nodded seriously in response, and then flew into the ring, his feet had not touched the ground, and the short sword had already come out of its sheath.