Demons all over the world: the black-bellied third lady

Chapter 211 Branch Academy Competition (1)

In a blink of an eye, it is the day of the college's internal competition. Three winners will be selected here and will be sent to participate in the school's competition.

An Qianxi was not in a hurry, and always looked leisurely. Only String Music knew how much effort this guy had put in, and he himself in the past might not be able to compare.

"Teacher, will you go to the game?" An Qianxi looked very serious.

"Yes." String music didn't expect the little guy to ask such a question suddenly, and suddenly became interested.

"Then do you want me to go? Or not?" Xian Le raised her eyebrows slightly.

"It doesn't matter whether you go or not." An Qianxi was serious, and she would just feel bored if she went to the teacher.

"Hey, this is..." The words seem to be right, but why is it so uncomfortable to hear?You said that you are also my student anyway, why don't you look like a student relying on the teacher?
What kind of student am I accepting?
Become a cheap teacher?

Although I thought about it in my heart, String Music was just complaining, this precious student, even if others exchanged the whole world, he would not give it!
"You, fight hard tomorrow, don't give us face, those old guys didn't give us face before, remember?" Xian Le patted An Qianxi's head happily.

This child is good in everything, but he is still small and a little thin. Could it be that he has treated this child badly?
"Okay." An Qianxi nodded, and looked at the stack of cards in her hand. They were rebuilt by herself, with excitement in her eyes.

That night, An Qianxi didn't sleep either, but sat in her own space to meditate.

Soon it was dawn.

Maomao turned into an ordinary fox again, and sat obediently on An Qianxi's left shoulder.

An Qianxi followed the string music to Huicheng.

An Qianxi is dressed in white, and the ghost face has changed slightly. In the eyes of outsiders, the ink pen is already a fourteen or five-year-old child, with a hint of adult beauty.

What remains unchanged is the coldness and dustiness.

"Hey, Junior Brother Xian is out of the customs?" A middle-aged man looked at the string with a hint of sarcasm.

"Senior Brother Yong's words are still so interesting." Xian Le laughed.

"Xianle, I am relieved to see you like this." The head of the academy came over and looked at String.

Xian Yue bowed slightly: "I have to thank all senior brothers and sisters for giving me the hope of living."

This sentence is true, and the string music is guaranteed to come from the heart.

"Oh?" Another tall man looked at the strings curiously.

"That child's talent is not high, but it's a good thing for my junior to have hope." Another woman said, her eyes made it impossible to tell the truth.

"Hahahahaha..." String music started to laugh, although everyone was puzzled, but he stopped talking.

It's just that the head of the academy glanced at String Music with some concern.

The first game is a wheel battle, and there are a total of twelve games in the first game, because there are 24 academy factions.

As for which two colleges are competing, it depends on the corresponding number plate from 1-12.

In this competition, each college sends three students. The rules of the game are that each college sends one college to play first. The winners in this competition will then compete with the second person they sent. Those who lose will end up naturally until they win. The house that finishes the last student wins.

The victorious academy proceeds to the next round of [-]-to-[-] competition.

"How about this competition..." Before the head of the academy finished speaking, Xian Yue said, "Don't worry, brother, the rules are the rules, and the competition is the competition."

Of course, no one took this sentence to heart. After all, there is only one student in this string, no matter how powerful he is, can he stand against three people?
This time, An Qianxi's luck was really not bad. As soon as he came, he was drawn to the top three teams that were most favored, and it was also the academy led by Mr. Yongmu. People who hate string music the most.

He has always looked down on strings, a brat, or a drunkard?Why can the college tolerate his comfortable life, but they still have to conduct cruel competition and assessment as excellent teachers?

"Yo, Junior Brother, I must talk to this group of children well and let them know how to be humble." Yongmu looked at the string music and said so, but he didn't think so at all in his heart, and taught me a lesson for this kid. good.

"That's not necessary, as long as senior brother doesn't blame me for calling me a boy." Xian Le's peach blossom eyes were slightly closed, and her mental power was transmitted to An Qianxi: teach me a lesson for these three boys!

An Qianxi raised her head and glanced at the location of the string, but seeing the string smiled slightly, An Qianxi understood and nodded slightly.

The game started, and twelve games started at the same time.

"Could it be that you kid is from that ruined academy, are you alone? Did you make a mistake? Hurry up, I have to go back to practice!"

The referee has called start.

With a sullen face, An Qianxi threw the card straight at the man's forehead at a speed that no one could see.

I saw the man's golden light protecting his body.

"You think it's just this broken card that wants to touch me?" The man laughed.

Before he finished laughing, his smile gradually stiffened, not because he wanted to be stiff, but because of a direct reaction from his brain.

That's right, this card has already distributed formations. This card is a nightmare, and it has already devoured the opponent's spirit from the brain.

The other party: fear, panic, covered his face.

"What's going on here?" Yongmu asked Xianle in a hurry.

"Couldn't Senior Brother see it?" Xian Le sneered.

"What a ruthless method." Yongmu snorted coldly, "I request that this competition be terminated, and thoroughly investigate the origin of this kid."

"No." The head of the academy shook his head.

"Why?" Yongmu asked back, his voice raised many times.

All the teachers' eyes were on Yongmu.

(End of this chapter)