Sniper Track - Chapter 289

In order to ensure continuous investment, an updated chapter… a fake chapter. . . .

It has now been updated to 265, and it still owes a lot.

Ollie, continue to make up.

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Meng Zhuming raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Zhang Shengjun in the crowd behind him.

Among the people present, in addition to the Qi King and the Yuan King, the two nine-rank phase kings, and the real soul powerhouse like the “true **** of the world” – King Jue, which one is not a master master?

Even the weakest one has a cultivation base above the middle level of Rank 7.

Zhang Shengjun was listed among them, and there was an indescribable sense of strangeness.

Perhaps, this is what the “rooster stands and the crane group” describes?

“…”

In the center of the master, a fourth-rank is mixed in.

And at such an important moment, he still has the courage to speak out? !

How dare he!

The road of the fittest is strictly hierarchical, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is “a thousand dead bones in one step”.

Every time you advance one level, there will be countless fittest being surpassed by you, and then “stepped” under your feet…

According to the rank and combat power, they are arranged in order from high to bottom, which divides different degrees of honor and social status, and also divides the responsibilities of different “weights”.

Unless it is a very special situation or the two sides have a good personal relationship, otherwise, the fittest with low grades have little right to speak in front of the powerful.

Moreover, the greater the difference in grades, the more obvious and “cruel” this “difference between superior and inferior” will be.

The sudden interruption of words caught everyone’s attention.

In an instant, the attention of dozens of masters was all directed to Zhang Shengjun.

In the three realms of the master, the quality of spiritual power changes, and the most ordinary gaze can make the lower-ranked people fear.

However, Zhang Shengjun, who only has a fourth-grade cultivation base, is walking on the ground in the “encirclement” of these bundles of spiritual sense and spiritual power…

As if these masters did not exist at all!

“…”

The master-level tutors of Beijing University all know Zhang Shengjun and know his identity as the “apprentice of the king of tools”. Although some people come to Beijing University to take office a little later, it is not clear why Zhang Shengjun is “immune” to the faint coercion of the master level, but It’s no surprise that he interrupted the principal’s plan and expressed his opinions…

One of the two “hob meat” at Longjing University… What else is he afraid to do?

Even another “hob meat” often shriveled under his hands.

(Wang Kaijin: “Look down on me? I’ll give you another chance to organize your language.”)

(fist warning)

And those grandmasters who came here with King Shao Yuan belonged to the lineage of the head of the country, usually only under the orders of the head of the country, or guarding one side, or rushing to help in the event of a crisis, basically there is no intersection with the academic circles… …

To them, Zhang Shengjun was a completely unfamiliar name.

So… Zhang Shengjun’s words and actions just now are very surprising!

Who is he……

How dare you interrupt when the nine-grade Xiang Wang has not finished speaking?

And why, can you see the coercion of the many masters and powerhouses present as nothing?

Zhang Shengjun can “do not understand the rules”, but they can’t.

No matter from which point of view, they should not open their mouths and express their doubts at this time.

“…”

Meng Zhuming appeared calm and said, “Sheng Jun, can you tell me a reason…”

Noon, the middle of the day, is also the time of the day when the sun is at its highest and the yang is at its most prosperous…

In the case of inability to communicate and communicate with each other inside and outside the enchantment, if you choose the same time to break the formation, no matter how you look at it, 12:00 noon is more reliable than 12:30.

Why… Zhang Shengjun insists so much…?

Meng Zhuming: “…”

In Meng Zhuming’s memory, Zhang Shengjun seemed to have changed since the accident that year…

The madness and arrogance in his eyes once disappeared.

Overnight, it became what it is now.

Hob meat, numbness, ruffian, and…

Transparent.

The previous Zhang Shengjun was a shining sun, and all the heroes of the same period could not compete with him.

And after that night, Zhang Shengjun became a “transparent person”, no longer regarded himself as the fittest and the beast hunter. After graduation, he stayed at Beijing University as a teaching assistant and mentor… Until today, he has taken the position of the head of the school. .

I usually specialize in the “marginal OB” approach. Although there are no omissions in my work, I am as lazy as I want to be. Wherever I can’t do my best, I will never lose my strength…

Similarly, when he could not speak, Zhang Shengjun kept his mouth shut, watching his nose and heart, and “playing” with his own fingers…

Zhang Shengjun will only react when it involves his own or the academy’s interests.

Meng Zhuming hadn’t seen a situation like today’s for a long time.

Especially the firmness and seriousness in Zhang Shengjun’s eyes… It has disappeared for twenty years!

In a trance, Meng Zhuming seemed to see the unruly disciple he once again saw, the one who he thought could inherit his mantle!

The sun was slightly blurred, and standing in front of Meng Zhuming was still a fourth-rank fittest, not the young man he remembered who could compete for kingship…

Zhang Shengjun frowned, which made his face look much firmer.

Minus a bit of a cynical smirk, it made his Guozi face look more reassuring and soothing, and his broad and broad shoulders seemed to hold up a small piece of the sky.

At this moment, he looks like an upright man…

Perhaps, this is his original appearance.

“…”

Meng Zhuming looked at Zhang Shengjun in front of him, his eyes gradually lost focus, his mood was flying, and what emerged in his mind was the back of a young man under the setting sun.

Shadows are long.

The setting sun reflects the fiery red glow…

The glow seemed to be telling a story and a glorious past, just like the radiance of the setting sun going west, which once shone brilliantly at noon.

Zhang Shengjun looked at each other with his former master, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Meng Zhuming knew that what Zhang Shengjun “saw” was not himself in front of him, but someone else…

After a while, the smile on Zhang Shengjun’s face changed, revealing a bit of hero’s twilight regret, and it seemed that there was some hope.

Meng Zhuming smiled, he “heard” the rhetoric of the boy in his memory.

“Master, I want to become the youngest ninth grade in China!”

“…”

“Under the age of forty, I will be crowned king!

With the [Dragon Subduing Staff] and [Zhentian] in my hand, I will kill the king and the emperor’s crown! “

“…”

“Master, do you believe me?”

“…”

“Master, why are you laughing all the time? Why don’t you answer my question?

…

Ignore me, forget it, I’m going to practice! “

Proud young man, stubborn back.

Pulling down in the sunset is very, very long…

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“I believe, always believe.”

“Until now, I will still believe in you…

Even if you stop at the fourth grade for life, you are still my pride! “

After twenty years, Meng Zhuming silently answered Zhang Shengjun’s question from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Shengjun smiled.

In his heart, the shadow of a young man also appeared.

The sun shines against him, and all things surround him.

As if that young man was the center of the world.

Zhang Shengjun is the sunset of the west, exuding the residual heat and tenderness, leaving the last trace of light and warmth on the earth.

Once, it was also brilliant.

And Chen Xingxi is like a rising sun!

Compared with the dawn of dawn, its light is more fiery, like a miracle, and it can burn all the evil spirits under the world.

Chen Xingxi is not the rising sun, but a brighter sun than the rising sun!

“Hey, Dean, when will you repay the two million you owe me…?”

Zhang Shengjun: “…”

After being stunned for a moment, Zhang Shengjun cursed in his heart:

“Excessive! Why is it that when I think of this stinky boy, I’ll make up for the scene where he asked me to collect money! I must have lost my mind!”

“…”

Zhang Shengjun took a deep breath, cleared all the mess in his head, and said to Meng Zhuming:

“The reason I chose the time of twelve thirty is because I trust him!”

“Chen Xingxi?” Of course Meng Zhuming couldn’t guess the person Zhang Shengjun said: “Is it because…you made an appointment with him for this time?”

“…” Zhang Shengjun was silent for a moment, then said slowly: “So it’s…”

after all……

From the first day of the enrollment report, all the “dates” between Chen Xingxi and Zhang Shengjun were basically set at 12:30…

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Zhang Shengjun: “Come to the office to find me later! 12:30! Don’t delay my lunch!”

Chen Xingxi: “…”

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Chen Xingxi: “President, are you free now?”

Zhang Shengjun: “I’m having dinner, come find me at half past twelve!”

“…”, Chen Xingxi: “Okay…”

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Zhang Shengjun: “Chen Xingxi…”

Chen Xingxi: ), ok, Dean, see you at half past twelve.”

Zhang Shengjun: “???… OK…”

“…”

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Similar conversations have been “replayed” too many times between the two. Perhaps, this is an “invisible tacit understanding” between them?

Zhang Shengjun pursed his lips slightly, his expression extremely firm: “Twelve thirty, for Chen Xingxi and me, is a relatively ‘special’ time…

I believe that if the students in the school can survive, that brat must be their leader!

……one……”

As if afraid of dissatisfaction from the deans of other colleges, Zhang Shengjun added “one” after the word “leader” after hesitating for a while.

However, in his heart, Chen Xingxi is definitely the only “leader”!

As a rule, the students of Beijing University will participate in the garrison and hunting tasks in the city and outside the enchantment as “graduation internships” when they are in their junior and senior years.

The fittest left on campus are only freshman and sophomore students…

With Chen Xingxi’s fourth-grade cultivation, how could he have no right to speak? !

You must know that the fittest who can advance to the middle-rank realm at such an age are very few. Even compared with the juniors and seniors, Chen Xingxi’s rank is not low.

And… Chen Xingxi is a complete “freak”. If he is really allowed to let go of his hands and feet to fight, he will definitely be able to exert his strength above the fourth rank, and it is not impossible to fight against the fittest who are just entering the fifth rank!

Zhang Shengjun continued: “I think if he has to choose a time to break the formation, he should also attack the barrier wall at 12:30…”

Everyone: “…”

What Zhang Shengjun said sounds true and reasonable, but this is undoubtedly a “big gamble”.

Success or failure depends on Chen Xingxi alone.

How is the situation in the school, whether the students are still alive, whether they understand the Pale Array and its method of deciphering…

These are all unknowns.

Everything can only be arranged by fate…

Meng Zhuming is willing to believe Zhang Shengjun.

Zhang Shengjun also had no doubts about Chen Xingxi.

This is the trust between men, and at the same time, it is also the “inheritance between master and apprentice”.

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Inside Longjing University.

Chen Xingxi walked at the forefront, and the halberd of Xiaoya was carried behind his back, always on guard against possible dangers around him.

Even if Bai Jue is dead, he cannot be taken lightly.

Even if you are out of danger, you must be vigilant—

This is the law of survival in the wild.

Although this is Beijing University, a higher education institution in Longjing City, and a safe place, what is the difference between it and the “dark jungle” of the outside world at this moment?

I am afraid that if you are not careful, you will pay the price of your life!

The “Four-District Allied Forces” and the middle- and low-grade mentors headed by Yu Ziyao quietly followed behind him, and an invisible haze shrouded everyone’s heads…

“…”

No one knows whether the road under their feet will lead to life or death.

Chen Xingxi quietly slowed down, then turned back and walked into the center of the “Tutor Group”.

Seeing Chen Xingxi’s arrival, the instructors closed their mouths and stopped the previous whispered conversation.

Seeing this, Chen Xingxi didn’t react, but whispered to Zi Yao, “Mr. Yu, do you know where all the high-quality tutors in the school are?

When such a big thing happened, I didn’t see a single person…”

This is so abnormal!

A grandmaster may be practicing in seclusion and unable to exit, but is this the case for every grandmaster?

In a huge Longjing University, there are no less than 20 or 30 masters and strong masters~www.mtlnovel.com~ How could it be possible for everyone to retreat at the same time?

No matter how bad it is, the principal should come forward, right?

Should President Wang Kaijin, President of the War Academy, come forward?

But now…

“…”

Chen Xingxi clenched his fists, his joints creaked, making a sour sound.

Scenes of “red pictures” appeared in front of Chen Xingxi’s eyes, making it seem as if a nameless fire was scurrying around in his body.

If there is a strong master, even if it is just a seventh-grade “weakest master”, Beijing University will not suffer such a disaster.

Those classmates… also won’t die…

They, who should have had a great life and a splendid youth, have ended hastily today…

Yu Ziyao hesitated and turned to look at other old mentors who were far more qualified than him.

As far as he could see, every instructor was shaking his head slightly towards him, his eyes full of restraint.

“Ah…” Yu Ziyao sighed, but in the end he didn’t say anything.

Today’s “disaster”, in the eyes of the present, is really an obvious trap and trap!

The other party was “aggressive” and resorted to a trick to turn the tiger away from the mountain, using the auction as a gimmick to lure away all the masters and powerhouses, stirring up the situation and wanton massacres on the campus.

From the “God’s perspective”, you can see through the conspiracy at a glance, but…

Put yourself in the shoes and think about it, which grandmaster can remain rational in front of that auction list?

The road of cultivation is too dangerous and too difficult.

No one is willing to give up even the tiniest bit of help.

This is understandable, but it is also like a sharp knife, stabbed into the hearts of these mentors.

their negligence and