my goddess school flower

At this time, Wang Ziqiao was still immersed in the dream of getting rich, but he didn't know that someone had already started to set traps for him.

After returning to the residence, Xia Tingyu sat on the sofa and asked Wang Ziqiao, "Zi Qiao, what will the money be used for in the future?"

"Of course it will be used to continue building the clubhouse. Besides, I have to contract more mountain land and raise animals in the mountain land. Anyway, after the martial arts conference, you will know how to use my money!" After finishing, Wang Ziqiao He looked at Xia Tingyu's six students again, and said, "You all worked hard today, and each of you will receive a bonus of 100 million!"

"Wow, I got rich!" The six girls hugged each other excitedly.

And Wang Ziqiao quickly looked at Matsubara Junko again, and said, "Junko, you have to make a move tomorrow!"

"Yes, master!" Junko Matsubara nodded yes.

This girl has reached the realm of a fourth-level magician, and can be regarded as an intermediate magician. She is only one level away from Prince Qiao, so there are naturally many things she can do.

"Luo Hongyu, Wei Ziao, can the two of you participate in the sixth-level challenge?" Wang Ziqiao glanced at the two of them.

"I listen to you, Master!" Luo Hongyu and Wei Ziao almost spoke in unison.

"Your combat effectiveness has already reached level six, and your physical strength has already surpassed level six, but your mental strength still cannot break through to level seven. Therefore, you should also pay attention to improving your popularity in the future, so as to impact the soul in the future. Prepare for the seventh level, this challenge is also a good mental training for you!"

The two nodded.

While talking, the food has been served...

After dinner, Wang Ziqiao returned to his room and began to fall into meditation.

In the future, Wang Ziqiao and his group will still be healing and making money just like yesterday. At noon, it will finally be Wang Ziqiao's turn to play, but his opponent is only a third-level martial artist, so the result can be imagined.

The host just announced the start of the duel. Wang Ziqiao is a wind magic, blowing the opponent out of the distance of tens of meters, wrapping the ring. It can be said that the victory is effortless.

It's just that the opponent's leg was broken, and he had to spend 100 million to let Prince Joe who broke his leg heal him.He had to pay money after being slapped in the face, which also made him very depressed.

Today, the same income is [-] million.

It wasn't until the tenth day that Wang Ziqiao earned nearly one billion yuan, and the first round of the challenge was over. Basically, all the three-level martial arts masters had been eliminated.

There are still 400 people left. It is also a two-two duel. After five days, most of the fourth-level contestants have also been eliminated. In the end, the remaining 200 people, half of them are fifth-level, and the other half are fourth-level. Late stage or peak state.

Although the number of people has decreased, the number of duels per day has not decreased, and the speed of [-] duels per day has been maintained. As the cultivation of the injured improves, the medical expenses will naturally increase, and Wang Ziqiao's income will also increase significantly. A good day earned more than [-] million yuan.

At the beginning of the third round of the duel, Wang Ziqiao met an opponent who made him angry. This guy was from Japan, and his whole body was wrapped in armor of unknown material. From head to toe, he looked like the Iron Man in the movie.

"Day, you can play like this? Why not change the name of this martial arts conference to a high-tech conference!" Wang Ziqiao looked at the person in silver armor in front of him.

"Prince Joe, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" The voice of the man in silver armor came out.

"You know me?" Wang Ziqiao asked back.

"You killed so many of us, how can I not know you?"

"Remember, you are Rosamen!" Wang Ziqiao thought of the opponent's profile that he saw when he went on the court, Rosamen Takeda Jiusi, the realm of the early fifth level!This guy didn't wear armor in the first two games, but he only put it on this time when he faced him.

If it is an ordinary person, there is really nothing to do with him. The technology of the little devil is absolutely world-class. This armor can even prevent the vacuum sword attack from the fifth-level peak powerhouse, but in the hands of Prince Joe, it is a Heaping scrap iron is tantamount to cocooning oneself.

"Death!" After Takeda Jiusi said, he suddenly shot up, and the rocky ground under his feet also cracked, and a long knife in his hand slashed at Wang Ziqiao.

Wang Ziqiao's figure flickered, and he retreated rapidly, a brilliance emerged from the magic wand behind him, covering Takeda Jiusi's body.

Takeda Jiusi landed on the ground, his body still maintained the posture of chopping down, but he didn't move.

Wang Ziqiao came in front of Wutian Jiusi, knocked on the helmet, and said: "Boy, your armor is not good? What's the matter? It's stuck? Can't move?"

The metal armor swayed from side to side, but couldn't move.

"Are you convinced?" Wang Ziqiao asked again.

"Huh? You don't want to answer, right?" Wang Ziqiao pulled out the magic wand from behind and tapped on the helmet one after another.

dang dang...

The noise was deafening.

The magic wand is a fusion of the mysterious wine jar and the blessing of the magic circle. It is as hard as steel and can resist the cutting of the sword, so there will be no damage if you hit the helmet.

The people inside were out of luck. After a while, the ears and noses were bleeding, and they desperately shouted to surrender, but the sound could not be transmitted. The high-tech armor was completely paralyzed, and the biggest problem was that the air inside was getting worse. Fewer and fewer came, which already made him feel suffocated.

Finally, after 2 minutes, the people in Rosamen felt that something was wrong, and immediately someone flew up to the stage holding a white flag and shouted: "Surrender, we surrender!"

Wang Ziqiao looked at the other party as if, and cursed in his heart: Surrender now?Dead early!

He turned and left, ignoring the man in the armor at all.

The one who came up came to the side of the armor and wanted to help open the armor, but he couldn't do it anyway, so he could only carry him away and return to the tent of Rosa Gate.

The Patriarch Takeda Shangyoshi stretched out his hands, held a samurai sword, and slashed at the armor.

The sword light flashed, and the armor was split from the chest without hurting the people inside, but after they took off the armor, they found that Takeda Jiusi had died of anger.

"Prince Joe!" Rosa Sect Master Takeda Qiao Chuan roared.

"What are you calling me for?"

"You killed our people?"

"Before taking the stage, didn't everyone sign a life-and-death agreement? Since there is a martial arts competition, it is inevitable to be injured and die!" Wang Ziqiao replied unceremoniously. At this time, he had already returned to his tent.

"You broke the rules, and the Huaxia martial arts conference will be bloody because of you!" Takeda Qiaochuan threatened with a livid face. The reason why he was so angry was because Takeda Jiusi was his grandson.

In addition, he also has a son named Takeda Ping, a master in the late fifth stage, holding the body of Takeda Jiusi, his body trembling, and tears kept dripping down his eyes.

"Okay, what Wang Ziqiao said is right. Since you are here, you must be prepared to sacrifice!" Takeda Shangyi waved his hand, his expression still very calm.

Only then did the members of the Rosa Gate divert their attention and hand over Takeda Jiusi's body to the Kunlun faction for safekeeping.