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Chapter 152 The Snow Clothes Showcasing Their Style (1)
The real highlight of this month, Tianjiao will begin!

The Tianjiao Club held every 30 years is not only the Tianjiao Club of the three towns and six ethnic groups, but also a place for every young person to get ahead.

It's just that compared to the disciples of big families who have quotas from the beginning, ordinary people need to fight all the way, and finally get 50 out of tens of thousands of people.

This shows the difficulty of trying to get ahead.

Knowing that Tianjiao will start, a stagnant atmosphere suddenly emerged in the venue, especially the family disciples in the inner circle.Although their expressions did not change, their smiles were still graceful and polite, but their eyes were clearly full of fiery and aggressive.

There is no special arrangement for the order of Tianjiao's appearance, it is entirely due to the lottery drawn by the four major academies.

Lingjiu didn't expect that she would see an acquaintance in the first scene of Tianjiao Club.

A man of fifteen or sixteen years old, at the age between a teenager and a young man, his appearance is still as cold as a rock sculpture, he is wearing a black military uniform, without any extra patterns, it looks very simple, tightly outlined Show his muscular figure.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or on purpose.Before going up to the column, the young man looked around with piercing eyes, and when he saw the dove being hugged in the pavilion, his eyes paused for an instant, and then he retracted it calmly, as if the look just now was just unintentional.

It's just that what he thought he did naturally was actually discovered by many people.

Lingjiu rolled her eyelids speechlessly.You said that you looked around as soon as you came in, and when you finally saw me, although you looked away quickly, you didn't continue to look at other things.Isn't this telling others clearly that you are looking for me!

Song Xueyi pinched her little hand and said with a smile: "This is a person who values ​​love and righteousness, does Jiu'er want it?"

"Huh?" Lingjiu didn't understand what he meant for a while.

Song Xueyi said: "The number one in the Tianjiao Association has always been the disciples of the major families. Ordinary people come to participate in the Tianjiao Association not to win the number one, but to gain a future."

"You mean to say that someone like Feng Yiqi came to Tianjiao Society to show himself, wait for someone to fancy him, and focus on training him?"

"Ah."

Lingjiu nodded, looked up at Feng Yiqi who had jumped onto the column, "Let's take a look first."

"Okay." Her indifference pleased Song Xueyi.

Feng Yiqi's opponent was a slender boy who looked a year or two younger than him.

As soon as the two met, the slender boy clasped his fists at Feng Yi, as if he wanted to say something polite to him first.

However, the next moment, the slender boy shot out pieces of iron darts from an extremely tricky angle.

What people didn't expect was that Feng Yi, who looked very decent, was not stupid. He quickly dodged the sneak attack of the slender boy, and then rushed towards the slender boy with an indomitable momentum.

This prudence and decisiveness made many people's eyes shine, and the people on the periphery couldn't help but exclaim.

Momentum is a very mysterious thing. No matter how powerful some people are, they can only use the difference in realm to oppress their opponents, but some people are obviously inferior in strength, but they have a kind of momentum, which can also be called aura. People are frightened, majestic and domineering can make people afraid, like Feng Yiqi's decisiveness that goes forward without fear of life and death once he fights, it is also shocking.

This imposing influence can weaken the oppression of the opponent's strength.

Feng Yiqi's weapon is his own fists.

Lingjiu noticed that he was wearing a pair of gloves on his hands. The gloves were rough in workmanship and not made of... Huh?

Song Xueyi noticed that the girl in her arms suddenly sat up straighter, and followed her gaze to see Feng Yiqi who had already gained the upper hand on the column, "What did Jiu'er find?"

Lingjiu said: "His gloves are interesting."

Song Xueyi knew that the girl had become interested.

Since it's something girls are interested in, he will naturally be interested in getting it.

The slender boy already understood that a head-on fight was not Feng Yiqi's opponent, so he immediately chose Youdou.He was bouncing around the 36 columns like a spirit monkey, and he seemed to be unable to shoot all the hidden weapons in his hand.

Feng Yi didn't intend to get close to him, after several failed attempts, he chose to defend.

Another half column of incense passed, and the slender boy suddenly jumped off the column, "I admit defeat."

He had used up all his hidden weapons, but he still couldn't defeat Feng Yiqi.Without hidden weapons to stop Feng Yiqi's footsteps, if he continues, he will only be knocked out of the ring by Feng Yiqi.He lost anyway, so it would be more straightforward to admit defeat. Anyway, he had already shown his full strength in this match.

After Wei Yun announced that Feng Yiqi had won, he jumped off the ring.

Immediately afterwards, the second round began. Both of them were ordinary people, and they were both good melee fighters. The fight was much more intense than the first round.In the end, the two fought hard, and the 16-year-old Fatty, who was one year younger, won.

The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth rounds were all duels between ordinary warriors, either fierce or simple, until the seventh round, when Han Shaoqing faced a woman.

"Sister, look, it's Young Master Han coming out." Song Liyan said happily to Song Zhihua in the pavilion.

"He came out as soon as he came out, and it's not like I couldn't see it." Song Zhihua's eyes were a little wandering, and he whispered to Song Liyan.

"Hehe, of course my sister can see it. My sister has been looking at Young Master Han." Song Liyan joked deliberately.

Song Zhihua glared at her, and Song Liyan shut up.

Everyone could see Han Shaoqing's affection for Song Zhihua when he was admiring the flowers in the Sanhuan Peach Forest.Although Han Shaoqing is a few months younger than Song Zhihua, the demeanor shown by the other party does not look young at all, which makes Song Zhihua fall in love very much.

Song Guisheng liked this marriage even more.Because the Han family is a well-known big family in Wanli Town, it is not much worse than the Song family in Yuhai Town.

"Master Han!" The woman on the column looked charming, and she was even more charming in a long purple dress.Standing on a column slightly lower than Han Shaoqing, he bowed to Han Shaoqing and said with a sweet smile, "Young Master, please take pity on me."

The collar of her dress was neither high nor tight, and when she bent down, she revealed the peach-colored material inside, as well as a hint of spring.

"Shameless!" Song Liyan cursed in a low voice after seeing this scene.

Song Zhihua also frowned, pursed her lips and remained silent.

At this time, Han Shaoqing on the stage suddenly looked at her, and their eyes met for a moment.

A look of shame flashed in Song Zhihua's eyes, and she turned her head away.

"This girl, if you don't want to get hurt, please step down." Han Shaoqing turned his gaze away and said to the kitsch woman in front of him.

(End of this chapter)