"Boss, Boss!" There were a total of one hundred and seventy-two teenagers, including the third and fourth students of the ordinary class, and there were also various students of the elite class, the oldest of whom was no more than twenty-five years old, and the youngest was nineteen years old. At this time, they were all standing in a living room, even if the environment was crowded, they didn't dare to complain about anything, first shouted at Shangguande flatteringly, and then stared at Mengjiao, bowing together, it can be seen that before coming here, they have practiced more than once, so the movements are neat and generous, the voice is loud and not mixed with any noise, but when they get up, it is inevitable to collide with each other, you push me down, so that the original serious atmosphere suddenly becomes funny.

Sitting on the sofa, looking at the little brother huddled together, Mengjiao smiled and nodded, but he was sneering in his heart. After the spiritual breakthrough, for the surrounding movements, the observation is almost subtle, he naturally can't not find it, those who give gifts to themselves, most of them don't think so, just look at the face of Shangguande, so they have to be like this, only a few people have fanatical eyes, they are all people who know their own deeds and understand their own strength, except for those who are less than one-tenth, and they are heartfelt to themselves, if others want them to do things for themselves, I am afraid that the first thing they will do is to ask Shangguande, if they want to rely on them to fight the world, fight with others, I am afraid that the enemy has not yet come, most of them must choose to slip away, and it is human nature to seek good fortune and avoid evil, but what he needs is not this kind of little brother, even if he is stupid and stupid, he is better than someone with independent thoughts!

In the hearts of these people, Shangguande is definitely a hundred times stronger than himself, even if some of them came to their own name at the beginning, knowing that they are the real boss, but those people behind have already made things clear and clear, and the gangs are visible at a glance, even if they tell them every day, who is the person they should respect, I am afraid that they will not be able to change this fact. Gong Gao Zhen Lord, I finally know why Bai Qi died back then!" Meng Jiao sighed in his heart, somewhat interested, but the expression on his face did not change in the slightest. The five fingers turned the palm upside down, and gently spit out a mouthful of saliva, wisps of white gas rose up, and before it fell, it had already turned into an azure ice cube.

Click~

Cracks kept appearing in the center of the ice cubes, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into crystal crystals the size of 100 rice grains. Everyone present is a martial artist who has achieved cultivation, and even if he closes his eyes, he can clearly feel that in the crystal, there is a pure ice element.

"Don't dodge!" Mengjiao let out a low snort, opened his mouth and blew gently, seemingly casual movements, but in fact, he had already used the liliang of the wind system's true qi, these crystals suddenly floated into the air, each grain was aimed at a person, although the speed was extremely slow, but it was extremely determined to move forward. After doing this, he took out a piece of white paper from his bosom, which was densely packed with countless small characters, which was the practice method of the second style of the wind god leg, 'strong grass in the wind'.

Fengshen's legs are wonderful, and they have a miraculous effect on both the road and the enemy. The first type of chasing the wind and catching the shadow, is the essence of the wind god leg method, the speed of the person who has practiced this style is as fast as a meteor, the dream Jiao can play it with all its might, and it can be divided into one hundred and ten phantoms in the same place, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, this second type of wind in the strong grass, is an extension of the first type, with the help of the extremely fast speed to attack the enemy, the true qi gathers on the toes a little, not only has a huge strength, and the target damage is huge.

After the crystal entered the body, Shangguan De only felt a cold chest, and he didn't feel anything else, so he didn't take it to heart, but the white paper handed over by Mengjiao, after sweeping the exercises above, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he began to practice in his heart, and after a while, his eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted excitedly: "What a powerful move! Sweeping across the Quartet to split the mountains and break the mountains, that's it! But I always feel a little unfinished, it seems that it should be more powerful, boss, this is not a full set of exercises, right?"

"Of course not. Mengjiao nodded, looking at him with a gaze full of sarcasm, "Don't treat yourself as gluttony, no one can eat fat in one go!" ”

Shangguan De smiled, glanced at Mengjiao in disbelief, and hurriedly lowered his head, he felt that the boss in front of him seemed to have undergone some kind of change, more powerful than before, so that when he stood here, he felt a little difficult to breathe, and wanted to say a few jokes to relieve the atmosphere, but he found that his lips were trembling, and he couldn't say a complete sentence at all, so he could only give up in despair, nodding and standing there, quietly being trained.

Shangguan De didn't speak, but the group of honest little brothers made a fuss, and a senior with yellow hair and a hole costume opened his hands and pushed all the people in front of him away, and shouted in a dignified manner: "Yo he, what a style! Is this pulling your face to show to whom? To us, or to Shangguan Boss? A sixteen-year-old boy who has just entered the school, it is rumored outside that he is the chief student of the elite class of the wind system, and what is the best martial artist of the Houtian, I don't believe a word! If it weren't for Shangguan Boss's orders, Lao Tzu wouldn't even look at you! Now you still dare to defeat the family, hang the boss there, it's really a big head, come on, stand up and let the uncle see, weigh how much ability you have!"

As soon as this person spoke, there was immediately a cheer around him, more than a dozen students of the elite class of the wind system, after hearing these words, looked at each other, and retreated to the side with a smile, the big battle two days ago, they all saw it in their eyes, that punch and kick out, the air trembled, they knew very well that if they stood there, they were afraid that they would not be able to take a single move, but Mengjiao was really immersive, and even killed a person whose realm far exceeded their own, is this kind of means something that their ordinary students can figure out? Thinking of this, they are full of sympathy for the guy who is babbling and wants to make trouble, this guy is kicking the iron plate!

Shangguan De's eyes flickered, and he wanted to stand up to stop it, but he saw so many people under his hands shouting and cheering, thinking of this time, he hugged him in front of him, that magnificent! That majestic! Now he has to be hung in front of everyone, and a trace of strangeness also rises in his heart.

"Are you going to do it with me?" A sneer tugged at the corner of Meng Jiao's mouth, and the trace of guilt that rose from the life and death talisman completely turned into green smoke and dispersed.

"It's Uncle I, Han Yun, a senior in the ordinary class, remember this name, see Uncle in the future, be more interesting!" Han Yun said loudly, without waiting for Meng Jiao's response, he directly kicked in one foot, and two light silver SE tornadoes were wrapped around his legs, making the ordinary leg method look powerful.

"Use my leg method to deal with me, what a skill!" Meng Jiao's eyes flashed cold, his right hand reached out, and he stepped forward so plainly, the thin wind true qi on the opposite side just touched his palm, and immediately collapsed, and then pinched and flicked, this guy who called himself 'uncle' fell directly to the ground, holding his right leg, and couldn't get up again. But it didn't admit defeat, but cursed in a low voice, as if doing so would reduce the pain in his body.