My personal school belle president

Chapter 1675 I Ask What Are You Doing! (Chapter 4)
"Let me tell you the rules..."

During the competition among others, Elder Ah San found a small bench to sit in front of Qin Yang, and said patiently, "The group competition is divided into two parts, the first part is single-handed, and the second part is melee!
That is to say, each side will send one person to face off in seven rounds in sequence, and the amount of each round will be [-] immortal jade.If you lose, the immortal jade will be gone, if you win, you will get the fifty thousand immortal jade. "

"Why do you still have to fight alone?" Qin Yang was puzzled.

Elder Ah San smiled and said: "The main purpose is to spy on the situation of each member of the other party, and then carry out targeted combat. Do you think that seven people will go up and fight directly, and they all cooperate with each other, such as long-range attack, melee power, Meat shield, wait.

After finding out the situation of each member of the opponent, you can know how to attack and how to cooperate, just like playing games. "

"This...is quite professional." Qin Yang heheed.

"When the heads-up is over, it will be a melee. The amount of the melee is 65. If we win, we can live in a warm house."

Elder Ah San held Qin Yang's hand, and said affectionately, "Master, we really should have a home, we can't wander anymore, you must fight for your breath. I want to have a home, all of us Want to have a home..."

Listening to the touching words of his father-in-law, Qin Yang's goosebumps arose, he quickly pulled out his hand, grabbed Murong Xiyao's jade hand next to him,

My Xiyao's hands are easy to touch, smooth and tender...

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At this moment, the contestants in the arena are an old man in gray robe and a middle-aged man.

As Murong Xiyao said before, one-third of the people who come here to fight here are to resolve personal grievances, one-third are to earn money and immortal jade, and the remaining one-third are purely It is to hone their martial arts and combat experience.

Some celestial beings, after learning a martial skill, can't exert its due power very well, so they will find someone to practice it by sparring.

Just like the old man and the middle-aged man who were fighting in front of them, the old man's realm was obviously very high, but he was deliberately suppressed by him.

In the mutual exchange with the middle-aged man, he obviously had the upper hand, but he released the water appropriately, mastered his martial arts and reaction speed again and again, and finally waited until the opponent was unable to fight anymore, and won with one blow.

Not only honing martial arts skills, but also earning immortal jade, killing two birds with one stone.

Regarding Xianyu, Murong Xiyao also explained a lot.

Immortal jade is similar to spirit stones in the mortal world, not only used as currency, it can improve people's cultivation, forge magic tools, set up formations, and so on.

Some ancient families even have hundreds of billions of immortal jade in their possession.

And poor people, like Elder Ah San, not only have no money, but owe a whole lot of debt, so they are almost never taken care of by others.

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Half an hour later, it was the turn of the 'Bahuangmen' and the 'First Faction'.

The surrounding spectators are looking forward to this round of duel, because 'Bahuangmen' has maintained a record of 23 consecutive victories in team battles, and has become a team battle leader.

But now an unknown sect suddenly wants to challenge them, which is really surprising and anticipating.

"What the hell is the first faction? Where did it come from?"

"I don't know. I only found out today that there is a 'First Sect' in the Immortal World. The name is quite intimidating."

"What kind of bullshit is the first faction? It's clearly a sensationalist. Just wait, there will be time for them to cry."

"..."

Everyone whispered, full of curiosity and ridicule towards the 'first faction'.

"In the next round, let's fight for 'Bahuangmen' and 'First Faction'!"

The old man in charge of registration looked around and said slowly, "According to the rules, both sides will send a disciple to fight each other. There will be seven rounds in total. The winners and losers of the fights will not be counted in the final result."

Because the list has already been handed in, the old man directly read the names of the two sides:

"In the first match, Zhang Wensheng, a disciple of the Eight Desolation Sect, will face off against the disciple of the first sect... Qin Dawa!"

Qin Dawa? ?

When everyone heard the name, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly.

Although there are many strange names in the world, why does it sound so strange on this occasion?There was no seriousness left.

"I said what a bad name you gave Qin Yang, can you be more domineering!"

Murong Xiyao looked at her father with extremely dissatisfied eyes, when she saw this name for the first time, she almost hit him.

"This name is very funny, what's wrong with it."

Elder Ah San laughed and patted Qin Yang on the shoulder, "Son-in-law, go, your father-in-law and your wife are silently cheering for you and calling you!"

call?

This father-in-law is really advancing with the times.

Qin Yang let out a sigh of emotion, and strode onto the ring.

At this moment, there was already a big man in red standing on the ring, with a braid on his head. He had an ordinary appearance, with his arms folded on his chest, and he was staring coldly at Qin Yang who was walking into the ring.

"You are Qin Dawa?" Zhang Wensheng asked coldly.

Qin Yang smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "The chief disciple of the next first sect, Dawa Qin, please enlighten me."

The people watching the battle below, seeing that the so-called 'Qin Dawa' was such a thin guy, shook their heads and mourned for Qin Yang.

The arena has sensors, which can sense the general realm of the opponents, and then display it on the jade tablet next to it. If there is anything beyond the regulations, his strength will be suppressed to the realm of immortals.

At this moment, everyone saw that the jade tablet showed that Qin Yang's realm was a fourth-rank immortal, while Zhang Wensheng was a fifth-rank immortal, so they knew that this competition was overwhelming.

With such a physique and such strength, he was afraid that he would be beaten to the ground before he even started.

No one is optimistic about Qin Yang.

"Hmph, beat you with one move!!"

Zhang Wensheng didn't bother to talk nonsense, he swept his body and shot towards Qin Yang violently!

"Three Tyrants Fist!!"

Amidst the cold shout, the fist that was swung out carried a heaven-defying power, and layers of ripples were immediately shaken in the space, spinning like a whirlpool.

"Brother Zhang's Three Bas boxing has improved again."

The bald man sitting on the side of Bahuangmen said with a smile.

"Junior Brother Zhang's attack is the strongest move. It seems that the kid is going to suffer a lot. He will be beaten down when he comes up." The fat-faced disciple next to him shook his head and mocked.

However, in the next second, they were stunned.

But he saw Qin Yang standing there motionless, like a wooden stake, and didn't make a move.

Is this kid stupid?

The other party has launched an attack, but they are still standing still?

Zhang Wensheng, who was swinging his fist, was also puzzled. Looking at Qin Yang's foolish look, his heart was filled with anger, and the strength of his fist increased a little.

Bang! !

The fist hit Qin Yang's chest firmly.

However, to everyone's bewilderment, Qin Yang was still standing straight, and he didn't fly upside down, nor was he beaten to the ground, as if the opponent had hit cotton.

"What are you doing?"

Qin Yang stared at Zhang Wensheng, who looked dull in front of him, with a very puzzled look.

"I! Ask! You! Are! What! What!"

Qin Yang asked again word by word.

"Hit... hit you." Zhang Wensheng opened his mouth subconsciously, his tone trembling.

"Oh, let's go on."

Zhang Wensheng: "..."

(End of this chapter)