Tempests of a Foreign World - Chapter 66

Shen Tianming looked at Ya Que on the stand and looked silent, ready to come again.

“Do you know how to make the sparrow shut up, just press it, because (press) Yaque is silent, hahaha.”

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Yang Yanping even went up to take up the scene: “Everyone has seen it, our team leader is very strong this time, there is no one in the audience who wants to challenge, and there is a chance to enter the list of fans to Fancheng this time Two of them. “

Ye Feng Yehan and another pale red disciple on the top of his face sank. The name of the man was Pan Jiajun. He was a gangster. His arms were crutches and he was a disciple of a special department. He knew that Feng Yehan was a disciple of Yang Yanping, but Elder Yang, you pit your disciples, no matter how you pit me in.

Sure enough, when I heard this, some people in the audience couldn’t sit still and wanted to come up and challenge, indicating that it was Pan Jiajun who was the last one. The others looked good and just tried the water. Most of them did not have a teacher to teach them. Someone teaches three fixed days a month, and my heart is naturally unconvinced.

They are all very hard-working, but no master can even count as a formal disciple. Naturally, they cannot participate in the official disciple ranking at the end of the year. This kind of comparison is like a performance for people with identity and background. So naturally everyone is not convinced.

The man jumped up, took out his sword from the waist, saw Pan Jiajun got even more angry after taking out the weapon from the storage bag, they saved money every month to enhance their strength, and these have The master’s disciples actually had storage bags, and he was jealous that he could not wait to go directly to defeat him and then took his storage bag.

“Under Liu Neng, fire magic, this year’s twelfth place in the evaluation of disciples in light red.” Liu Neng came up from the newspaper, obviously this ranking makes him very proud. Other disciples who do not have a master will also be ranked and assessed, and they will still be rewarded for their rankings. Moreover, they stand out among tens of thousands of people, and the official disciples’ words are only about two or three thousand.

Pan Jiajun said helplessly: “Hi brother, my name is Pan Jiajun, special department, ranked 37.”

I dare not report any abilities? And there are only 37 people. Liu Neng obviously despise him even more. It feels that Pan Jiajun is standing on top of the relationship of the master.

The two do n’t say much anymore, they just put on a posture and start to fight. The two of you have come and played for a long time. Of course, everyone in the audience thinks that the two are about the same strength, and Liu Neng ’s fire magic is also dazzling. There is nothing attractive about the spiritual power of Liu Neng, and Liu Neng has some advantages.

The other twenty-nine people standing on the stage knew each other well, and there were only a few of them, so even if they were promoted to disciples in Tsing Yi last year and the previous year, they had some reflection on him, knowing that they had used less than half their strength .

Pan Jiajun slipped away a short distance later, helplessly pulled out a **** from the storage bag, 傀儡 is very rude, and looks a bit ugly, because the game requires you to do it yourself, but ugly and ugly strength still has. The uncle’s arm was transformed into a crooked look, and there were still some small organs in his hand. Those who had fought against him for the first time suffered a small loss.

Then he hanged Liu Neng one by one, and there was a commotion in the audience. What about this operation? The grandstands followed the masters to show disdain to those disciples. Where is the talent gap, can you win if you try hard? Think they play every day, they work harder than you.

Formal disciples have dignity. Since they are behind them in the rankings, they will not continue to challenge them. It is only true that they are promoted through trials in the Awakening Trial.

Yang Yanping explained on the scene: “Pie Shi’s nephew is 傀儡, and 傀儡 is also his own, so part of his strength is not what everyone thinks.”

The discussion of the crowd still didn’t stop. Yang Yanping’s face sank as soon as the Grand Master and Demon’s momentum came out, and everyone felt a strong pressure on and off the court. Finally, the audience was silent again.

I don’t know how Feng Yehan thought of Shen Tianming’s silent joke, then looked at the stage, just as Yang Yanping’s gaze came over.

“Slightly” Feng Yehan felt that his master was going to pit him.

Sure enough, Yang Yanping went on to say: “Nie Pan’s strength is still there, but the second-to-last person on the stage, I am not very optimistic about the attack, the means of attack is mediocre, only defense, only by cleverness and small means . “

Sure enough, everyone on the scene suddenly got interested, and even the elders were not optimistic. It must be bad. Then scrambled forward to express a challenge.

Ye Feng Yehan has a headache. What is this master doing? See if I always find something for me to do?

Everyone pulled back, Li Feng Ye Han and the one who challenged on stage were on the field.

Yang Xueyuan pointed at the windy night cold on the field, “Ah, ah, ah” and shouted at Wu Lianyi. Wu Lianyi smiled and touched Yang Xueyuan’s head and said, “Your dad is afraid that your brother Xiaohan is under pressure and not confident enough. You are not serious about practicing cultivation, and you have no means of attack.

Yang Xueyuan didn’t understand, anyway, watching Feng Yehan on the stage dancing his little hand happily.

Since Feng Feng Yehan had no way to come up, he bowed his hand and said, “Brother, I’m really not that strong. I still ask Brother to give it a try as long as I break my defense and hurt me, even if I lose.”

On the market, the person who heard the first sentence felt that the person on the opposite side listened well. After hearing the second sentence, he was completely outraged. He looked down on me so much?

Feng Yehan saw that his purpose was achieved, so he opened the wind barrier and stayed there, waiting for the opponent to attack, and the opponent directly used his attack method, but it seemed that Shi Shenhai was not moving. He also put away the temptation mentality and began to charge.

“Brother, what are you doing, Master, who can break Xiaohan’s defense is already among the official disciples, not to mention he has also developed a defense that can block your full blow?”

“Your master is inspiring Xiaohan. He didn’t get this place originally. They were given to him. He was not confident in himself. This is to let him know that he still has some strength.”

“Is that so, I feel that Xiaohan has never been unconfident, which fight is not worthy of being ridiculed.” Yin Yu thought of the scene of 佘 Qin.

The battle in the market was over, and the man never broke through the wind barrier of the windy night cold ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ and gave in shame.

“Wow, it ’s true that Brother Wang has been playing for a while, really. Is the official disciple so powerful? Brother Wang is tenth this time.”

“I don’t think it is embarrassing. The wind barrier called Feng Yehan is very strong, but he is repairing the barrier every time he attacks, and his spiritual power is also consumed a lot. Brother Wang is also a skillful attack method. It was a fatal blow. “

“Yes, just.” The others echoed.

A 13-year-old girl next to him came up to explain: “I see Brother Feng as if there is no pressure. He did not use all his strength. No, half of his strength was not used. If you are not convinced, you can go up and try it yourself. what.”

The other boy, who was almost the same size as the girl, pulled the girl back and said, “Brothers, I’m sorry. My sister has always liked nonsense since she was a kid. Don’t care.”

“Brother, what are you pulling me for, I will correct my name for Brother Feng.”

别 “Don’t make a noise, watch the game and someone goes up again.”

Sure enough, another player came up. This time, the call was very high. This is a fifth-ranked disciple. He is a golden disciple, his weapon is a spear, and his attack and defense methods are first-rate.

“Brother Feng, I don’t know if it’s the same rule.” Li Shuming said with a fist.

Wu Feng Yehan glanced at the spear he was standing behind and said helplessly: “Yes.”

书 Li Shuming just wanted to be thankful, Feng Yehan came again: “You can learn from the dangers of people, it doesn’t matter the conditions remain, you can hurt me even if you win.”

Li Shuming’s anger, since you don’t take a rest, I will show you at the risk of others.

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