"Hmm."

Yu Sheng looked at Yuan Qingshan and nodded slightly.

It's not a standard answer, but... It doesn't seem to be bad.

Unconsciously, a smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, and his hand was slowly lowered from his schoolbag.

Perhaps, the Ink Academy and the Sin City are indeed a little different.

There are no rules, but... There is a human touch.

"I will truthfully report this matter to Sun Lao!"

Qian Shu looked at Yuan Qingshan and spoke silently.

"Oh, I'm here."

"I support Old Ghost Yuan."

Suddenly, an old voice came from above the venue.

Xu Yuanqing looked at Qian Shu like a fool.

He didn't know... Is Sun Lao also from the Ink Academy?

"Today's young people are still lacking a little bloody."

"Don't dare to fight, don't dare to fight, what kind of young man is he."

"When we were young, let alone lie down for a month, even if we lay down for a year, we should you, just you."

"If I can't do it, I'll have to bite off a piece of your meat."

"What kind of mess has you taught the children."

"When the Ink Academy was first established, there weren't many resources, wasn't it still a famous student who spelled it out with his fists?"

"These are all quarterfinals qualifiers, they are all good seedlings of the human race, don't teach them badly."

"Not angry, still called a young man?"

With Sun Yingying's words, the audience fell silent.

The last glimmer of hope for Qian Shu was cut off.

"Little girl, are you scared?"

Yuan Qingshan asked!

The girl from the Lingnian Academy took a step forward suddenly, and there was only a surging fighting spirit in her eyes, and she shook her head without hesitation: "How is it possible!" ”

"He's going to be ruthless, are you afraid?"

Yuan Qingshan asked!

"He was afraid!"

The girl's voice was crisp, but full of determination.

"If you lose, do you have the confidence to surpass him in the future?"

Yuan Qingshan asked three times!

The girl's eyes fell on Yu Sheng, and the fighting spirit was like a fire, constantly jumping in her eyes: "Even if it is a huge mountain, there is a day when it is overcome!" ”

"Good!"

"Take the stage!"

Three questions, three answers!

From beginning to end, Yuan Qingshan never explained anything to Qian Shu.

It looks like a bully.

But...

All the answers are in this short conversation, self-evident.

The human race, which has survived so far, relies on the unyielding faith in the chest and the bloody nature of daring to fight.

Tactics, patterns, that are played after a certain height.

Even Zhong Yushu and Sun Yingying, when he was young, he was a fierce god who dared to fight shirtless and carry a machete in the herd of beasts.

This is the Terran.

Qian Shu turned around a little dejectedly and looked at the enthusiastic face of the student behind him, with unyielding eyes.

"Perhaps, I'm not fit to be a teacher."

"When the game is over, I'll go to the gate."

"But I want to say..."

Taking a deep breath, some of the vicissitudes of life became upright again, and his eyes became sharp at this moment, and there was a god: "Your teacher, in fact, has never been afraid!" ”

"Demon Suppression Pass, I dare to go up!"

"Demon clan, I dare to kill!"

"I hope you won't blame me one day in the future."

"It's me who thinks too much about it and forgets your feelings."

He bowed deeply to the many students, and then looked at Yuan Qingshan, showing an apologetic smile.

"In any case, for the Spiritual Academy, get this first back."

"You're all good boys."

"It's also the pride of the Spirit."

After speaking, Qian Shu turned around and left, no longer staying at the venue.

Lingwu, the teacher of the military academy sighed at the same time: "Perhaps, we are indeed wrong. ”

"With your hands, fight for a champion and a glory."

"The hope for the future is still in your generation."

The tone was a little lost.

But...

The road that was originally a little sloping, at this moment, was corrected again.

"Lingnian Academy, Yin Meng!"

"Please advise!"

In the ring, the girl looked solemn, held a spear in her hand, pointed the tip of the gun to the ground, looked at Yu Sheng, and spoke softly.

"Ink Academy."

"For the rest of my life."

As the bell rang for the start of the game, the two rushed to the center of the ring as soon as possible.

The spear came with a fierce voice, accompanied by the sound of the wind.

The figure of the rest of his life disappeared in place.

But Yin Meng didn't have any surprises, obviously, even if she knew that she was going to surrender after meeting Yu Sheng, she had carefully studied the abilities that Yu Sheng was currently showing.

The spear was castrated.

The third hedron flickered.

A pair of winged phantoms made of energy appeared, enveloping themselves.

With a crisp sound, the dagger in Yu Sheng's hand was stopped by the wings.

And taking advantage of this short gap, Yin Meng turned around, raised his gun and stabbed again.

And the wings opened again, like two sharp sickles, cutting away in the direction of the rest of life.

At the same time, the second hedron of the spear lit up.

There was a faint groan.

It's like someone whispering something, which makes people feel in a trance.

This is the lore she carefully prepared for the rest of her life.

A lore against his teleportation.

Yu Sheng's footsteps stopped, his body bowed slightly, and instead of stepping backwards as Yin Meng imagined, he rushed forward with his head down.

The two wings almost crossed the body of the rest of his life.

At the moment when the tip of the gun was about to touch his chest, Yu Sheng turned sideways again, narrowly dodging it.

Immediately afterwards, holding the barrel of the gun, his shoulder hit Yin Meng's chest hard.

She flew upside down and fell to the ground.

The spear falls off.

The next moment, Yu Sheng's body disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Yin Meng and punched her in the cheek.

While she was dazed, she skillfully pulled out her teeth.

A few crunchs.

Yu Sheng got up silently.

Yin Meng has lost his ability to act.

The injury was impartial, a month, just right.

Fighting, Yin Meng didn't cry.

was injured, but Yin Meng didn't cry.

But...

Looking at his permanently lost back molar, a tear crossed the corner of Yin Meng's eye.

The tooth is gone...

This pervert!

Why is there always a fetish for collecting other people's teeth.

Loot?

Maybe in the future, a group of high-ranking Terran people will sit together and hold a meeting, and the topic of conversation among themselves will be...

"Cut, are your back molars still there?"

"It must have been rubbish."

"I don't even have the qualifications to have my teeth extracted for the rest of my life!"

Another looked up proudly: "My teeth are gone!" ”

"Shit, you pulled it out yourself, shameless."

Maybe this absurd scene is really possible.

Seeing the rest of her life standing calmly in front of her, as she had analyzed a large amount of information for the rest of her life, she suddenly spoke...

"Can I choose to sing?"