"Jiang ...... Brother Jiang?"

Li Chaifeng thought he was dazzled, and raised his hand to rub his eyes vigorously, but yes, that face, even if it turned into ashes, he knew it, not to mention that there was a conspicuous word 'waste' on his forehead.

The stroke trend is definitely the teacher's handwriting.

"Why are you here?"

Li Chaifeng subconsciously looked at Jiang Leng's side, it was Sun Mo, and then his eyes narrowed: "You won't worship him as a teacher, right?"

"Ding San's opponent is not weak!"

Ding Yi was going to curse, but you are the masterpiece, but you even fought so hard in the first round of a personal battle, but after seeing the performance of Ying Baiwu, Ding Yi closed his mouth.

Even if you play by yourself, you won't win easily.

Li Chaifeng didn't pay attention to Ding Yi, but still stared at Jiang Leng.

After a few years, seeing Jiang Leng again, Li Chaifeng's mood was extremely complicated.

Every three years, a new group of children will arrive in the manor, Li Chaifeng and Jiang Leng are the same time, at that time, the previous batch of children always bullied them, it was Jiang Leng who stood up and stabbed them back with a dagger to protect their children.

Life in the manor is boring and boring, except for sleeping, it is training, Jiang Leng is the best child.

Whether studying, cultivating, or even playing games, Jiang Leng far surpasses his peers.

At that time, Li Chaifeng admired Jiang Leng and felt that he was so powerful, like a little fan brother who followed him around, but suddenly one day, everything changed.

Jiang Leng disappeared in the manor for half a month, and then when he came back, Jiang Leng's whole person was weak and decadent, living like a walking corpse, and the most terrifying thing was that his body was covered with mysterious spirit patterns.

Every once in a while, those spirit patterns would cause the aura to run wild, causing great pain, so during that time, Jiang Leng's screams of extreme pain simply became the shadow of the children.

Then for the next year, every month, Jiang Leng would be taken away for a few days, and every time he came back, he would be covered in bruises, and the spirit patterns on his body would become more and more, and they would become more and more broken.

Jiang Leng repeated this process of recuperating and re-injuring until one day a year later, Jiang Leng was taken away for a month, and when he was brought back again, there was that nonsense word on his forehead.

Then in the evening, Jiang Leng was carried away and never appeared in the manor again.

Later, Li Chaifeng knew that Jiang Leng was undergoing a human trial with spirit pattern inscription during that time, and according to the original plan, their group of children would be carried out at the same time, but the poor results on Jiang Leng's body caused the trial to be delayed for a year.

It can be said that it was Jiang Leng's pain that brought these children a quiet life for more than a year, and it was also the data collected from him for more than a year that contributed to the success of the later experiment.

Because of his outstanding talent and outstanding talent in spirit patterns, Li Chaifeng was accepted as a personal disciple by Dean Bai, and then learned about these things.

Li Chaifeng asked himself, thank Jiang Leng?

Yes, but not much, more of an arrogance, because it turned out that I was the best one, and now that I think about it, the scene when I followed Jiang Leng around was ridiculous and funny.

"Brother Jiang?"

Li Chaifeng looked at the nonsense word on Jiang Leng's head and smiled, but then, his eyes narrowed sharply and stared at Jiang Leng's neck.

Why can't you see the spirit lines in the parts that emerge from the neckline? The skin is smooth and clean, and there is no trace of spirit lines......

"Is it covered up by some kind of paint?"

Li Chaifeng asked himself, if he were himself, he would definitely find a way to cover those broken and ugly spirit patterns, but reason told him again.

The spirit patterns on Jiang Leng's body were repaired.

Otherwise, since you want to cover up the spirit pattern, why don't you cover the word 'waste' on your head?

"But how is it possible to repair the spirit pattern?"

Li Chaifeng muttered, his eyes couldn't help but glance at Sun Mo, he remembered that this guy had a reputation called the Hand of God.

"Do you want to tell the teacher about this?"

Li Chaifeng thought about it, and suddenly there was a warning in his heart, and he subconsciously took a slip step and hid behind an adult candidate.

Jiang Leng turned his head.

"What's wrong?"

Yutang noticed that the dead man's face was not the right expression.

"I don't know, I suddenly feel unwell!"

Jiang Leng didn't notice anything unexpected.

"Baiwu, don't worry, fight slowly!"

Li Ziqi couldn't help but shout when he saw the anxious battle situation.

The examiner glanced at the little purse, and didn't care, first, she was not a teacher, and second, this kind of cheering, if you play slowly, it will not affect the battle situation.

"Baiwu, don't worry, just win!"

Seeing that the examiner didn't care, Li Ziqi shouted again.

With Sun Mo's arrival, Ying Baiwu wanted to perform well in front of the teacher he admired, win the opponent as soon as possible, and get praise, but he was anxious.

"I'll embarrass the teacher again!"

Pursing his lips and holding his breath, Ying Baiwu looked over, and saw Sun Mo, the other party shook his head, and then nodded with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although she didn't speak, the girl with the head iron seemed to have a heart and understood what the teacher meant.

"This tactic is not right, it hurts too much to replace it, but you play well, and you can definitely win!"

Looking at Sun Mo's gentle and trusting eyes, looking at the teacher's appreciative smile, it seemed to say, you are the cub I admire the most, and the irritable Ying Baiwu calmed down.

"How can the teacher care about winning or losing? He must care that I don't want to get hurt!"

Ying Baiwu's heart was warm, and then he suddenly stepped on the Wind King's step, retreated to the edge of the arena, and opened the distance.

Bite!

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"It's finally stopped!"

Ding San didn't rush to attack, but panted heavily, there was no way, the other party's mad dog-like onslaught made him unbearable.

Aren't you in pain?

Ding San was in the manor, but he had received rigorous training, and injuries were commonplace, but today's battle still made him palpitate.

"The teacher's lesson is that I am too persistent and above board, and I will win you quickly, in fact, it is good to win. ”

Win a hundred dances reflection.

"What the hell?"

Ding San frowned.

"I'm sorry, this one, I'm going to win!"

Win Bai Wu took off the longbow he was carrying.

"Hey, you don't have a bow with feathered arrows, and you still want to shoot someone?"

Ding San was disdainful, he was not in a hurry, but reminded Ying Baiwu: "Are you too nervous and forgot to take the quiver? It's okay, I'll wait for you!"

Around the arena, there was a lot of talk, because they didn't know what to do.

The examiner watched all this silently, and did not stop the head iron girl from changing weapons, because this is a personal battle, and there are no restrictions on weapons and tactics, as long as you win.

Of course, although the bow and arrow are long-range, the entire arena is the size of a basketball court, and its practical bow and arrow will suffer a loss.

The advantage of long-range weapons is to use long-range suppression to blow up opponents, and once they are close, they are basically cold.

At the length of the arena, Ding San rushed to the front of Ying Baiwu, and she had just pulled out the feather arrow from the quiver, and as long as an arrow was shot in the air, then the longbow would become an ornament and would be abused.

"If you don't charge now, you won't have a chance!"

Ying Baiwu held the Wind King Divine Bow in her left hand and put it at her side, not because she was hypocritical to be fair, but because she didn't want to embarrass Sun Mo, otherwise, she would have started a sneak attack earlier.

"It's okay, you just shoot, if you move, I'll lose!"

Ding San smiled.

The corners of Ying Baiwu's mouth twitched, his left hand raised the bow, and his right index and middle fingers hooked the bowstring, pulled violently, and then loosened.

Airplanes!

The bowstring trembled, making a crisp sound.

"Good bow!"

Among the onlookers, there are famous teachers who are good at archery, and when they hear the sound of opening the bow, they know that this is a superb longbow, which is definitely from the master's hand.

"You and I are...... Gan!"

Ding San saw that Ying Baiwu opened his bow without arrows, and originally wanted to say that you and I were scared, but with a flower in front of him, he saw that the aura condensed into a long arrow, whistling.

Blazing fast.

Shout!

The long arrow grazed Ding San's ear.

"Throw in the towel!"

Win a hundred dances urging.

Even the well-informed examiners were a little shocked at this time, condensing the long arrow out of thin air, is this the effect of the longbow?

But this girl is very personable, if she is vicious and shoots at Ding San's thigh, this arrow can end the fight.

Ding San, who had palpitations, stopped talking nonsense, and rushed out directly, and his figure was so fast that he brought out the afterimage.

Win Baiwu didn't move, and his right hand continued to open the bow.

Feng Ming Flurry!

Then the onlookers watched translucent arrows whizz out of the longbow, like a mechanical crossbow, in unison.

Whoa!

Before Ding San could get close, the long arrow pierced through his right palm, shattering his long sword and shooting it into pieces.

When the long!

The iron fell to the ground, smashing into a noise.

The whole arena was silent.

Those candidates only felt a tingling in their scalps and a little desperate.

Who won this?

According to the rules, when you get into the ring, you are not allowed to go down, you are not allowed to change weapons, and you can't even drink the water bladder handed over by others.

So everyone has always thought that Win Baiwu was nervous and forgot to take the quiver, so it was useless to carry a longbow on his back and chose melee combat, and now he knows that people don't use arrows at all, and they just fought so much because they wanted to compete fairly.

In fact, she thinks too much, and it's fair to fight like this. ”

"Whoever meets her is unlucky!"

"It's amazing, no wonder Sun Mo didn't come to watch her play, because she won steadily!"

There was a lot of discussion, and then those who won the first game were under a lot of pressure and began to pray that they would not meet in the next game.

"This one, win Baiwu wins!"

After the examiner announced that the head iron girl had won the competition, she bowed, and then jumped out of the ring and walked to Sun Mo's side.

Keep your head down and get ready to be trained.

"Yutai, treat her wound first"

Sun Mo commanded.

The sick seedling immediately opened the medicine box he carried with him to stop the bleeding for Win Baiwu.

"Baiwu, don't think about my face or anything like that, it's your fight now, you have to fight for yourself!"

Sun Mo advised.

This girl has no scheming, so the reason why she did that, Sun Mo easily guessed.

Ying Baiwu still lowered his head and didn't speak, if he just fought for me, I would have abstained, after all, I had no money to take!

Jiang Leng looked at that Ding San, the other party lost, but he was obviously not convinced, and he was staring at this side with a grim face.