"Your grandchildren are here, and they talk like you don't know."

"Some people are really talented, obviously two terms later than me, and they climbed to the head of our seniors."

"And take care of us, one old thing after another, alas."

Yuan Qingshan didn't panic at all, and sighed quietly, with just the right amount of loneliness in his eyes.

Qi Changshan nodded in agreement, and his tone was still cold: "Well, I still remember when I first entered the school, I saw everyone called me brother, and then I was pitted with only a pair of pants, and it was hung on the tree at the entrance of the college." ”

"Nonsense, you must remember, that special thing is what you hung with your own hands!"

"At that time, the old principal also rewarded you with three credits!"

"I have a cold face every day, I look very serious, I start faster than Lao Tzu, I didn't even react, and people were hung up by you!"

When he mentioned this, Yuan Qingshan opened his mouth and scolded.

Qi Changshan returned to silence, looked at the ring, and said nothing.

Only Sun Yingying's old face turned red, coughed twice, and decisively retracted the idea of provoking such two old scoundrels, and watched the play with peace of mind.

Sometimes, it's better to peep at the screen.

At least no one scares about themselves.

Quietly.

"But you said before that you would fight one against a hundred, and now you are breaking the rules."

Qi Changshan suddenly spoke.

Yuan Qingshan smiled: "What I have been saying before is all the Mo Academy, when did I mention that I was alone for the rest of my life, everything is their own speculation." ”

"In the final analysis, they don't want to take advantage of this, so they can't afford such a big loss."

"Who can blame you for lifting a stone and shooting yourself in the foot."

Qi Changshan recalled carefully and nodded slightly.

The two elderly people, who are nearly 200 years old together, are like children, watching the excitement.

……

"Are you ready?"

In mid-air, the six senses asked again.

No one responded.

But the atmosphere in the arena gradually became more solemn.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on everyone in the Ink Academy, waiting for the moment when the game started.

It's just too much pressure.

Just for the rest of their lives, they can't hold their heads up.

Zhao Zicheng, who is in a wheelchair, is an auxiliary awakened object and can make it to the top eight.

These people are left...

Especially that Mu Yu, it is said that Mu Yu was the strongest when he entered the school at that time.

There's even a Four Senses...

It's too much pressure.

An unfair game has become fair again.

"Boss Yu, hehe, let you see, we haven't slacked off this month, even if we are in the hospital bed."

Sun Wen in the back shook off his long flowing hair, rummaged through his pockets, and took out a cheerleader-specific whistle, which would pop out when he blew it, and threw it on the stretcher.

"No, it's just for you."

"It's a bit engaged."

"Good job!"

"When we fight for a while, the bright spots are blowing!"

said with a smile, seeing that Zhao Zicheng's face gradually darkened, Sun Wen decisively shut up and looked ahead very sensibly.

"Team Match..."

"Let's go!!"

With a shout, Atai jumped up like a chariot with an indomitable momentum.

In mid-air, Mu Yu's chains flicked, and the tombstone was accurately thrown into Atai's hands.

Slammed down.

The floor shattered, and debris splattered in all directions, creating explosive damage.

"Next!"

Atai roared and threw the tombstone back.

Mu Yu shook the chains, and the tombstone fell smoothly in front of him, while he took a step forward and kept sketching on the tombstone.

Wisps of black gas spread.

Lin Xiaoxiao sat on Da Bai's body, and he didn't know when he was already holding a spear in his hand, like a dog knight, rampaging through the crowd, and flying down everywhere he passed.

Even so far, the rest of his life has not moved, just silently standing in place.

And Sun Wen was the most leisurely, taking a step back and sitting next to the stretcher.

took out a whistle of the same style, put it in his mouth, and blew it violently.

The voice is harsh.

"Come on, brothers!"

"Lao Zhao, you blow it too!"

While shouting, he looked at Zhao Zicheng puzzled, as if wondering why you didn't blow.

"It's embarrassing..."

Zhao Zicheng whistled, covered his face, and blew twice.

After a month of hard work in the ring, the iron-blooded tough guy and blood-colored double character that he finally created were gone in such a short period of half a minute.

It's good, is the hospital bed uncomfortable...

Why did I suffer this sin?

"Haha, that's right."

"Come, blow the two together, it's more energetic!"

Sun Wen laughed, stuffed himself into Zhao Zicheng's hand, took out a machete in the big backpack, and killed the crowd.

Yu Sheng stood in place, looking at the few people who only showed their backs to themselves, and Yu Sheng chuckled.

"Is this what the Internet said about classmates..."

"It seems more meaningful to take the trophy together."

Whispering, Yu Sheng slowly stretched out his right hand, an iron rod fell from the sky, was held in his hand, and appeared in the center of the crowd in the next second, and the iron rod smashed down hard.

The two teachers in mid-air looked at this scene with straight eyes and hurriedly rushed down.

Streams of energy stood in front of several of them, and then they were thrown out of the arena.

Obviously, it is the eliminator who has just been beaten to death by the rest of his life.

"Your name is Han Jue?"

Ah Tai's eyes glowed red, and he rampaged through the crowd, staring at Han Jue not far away, and slammed it with a fist with a roar.

Not to be outdone, Han Jue also clenched his fists and bombarded him, accompanied by a bear phantom.

In terms of hard work, he didn't lose...

'Boom! ’

With an incredible look, Han Jue flew out upside down and slammed into the ground.

Turning over, he gritted his teeth and rushed up again.

Once, twice, three times...

As if his bones were falling apart, Han Jue half-knelt on the ground and looked at the mountain-like giant opposite.

"You've got a lot of strength."

Ah Tai shook his fist, apparently a few hard punches, and he was not very comfortable.

My arm was numb.

But that's about it.

"Bully Brother Zhao!"

"Bully the rest of your life!"

"I'm so angry!"

Ah Tai kept muttering in his mouth, and slammed his fist on the floor in front of Han Jue, and the momentum directly lifted him upside down and flew out, completely incapacitating him.

"Whew, okay... Tired. ”

Atay gasped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and fought his way into the crowd again.

In exchange, the audience was shocked.

Han Jue, such a big hit...

The person who just appeared in the Ink Academy was down?

You must know that in the previous games, even for the rest of your life, you didn't say that you fought hard with Han Jue, they were all youdou.