The glory of the king

Chapter 138 History
"Moreover, the personnel in the first game should be slightly stronger, and the second game should be slightly weaker. In this way, if there is a third game before entering the final, it will be relatively easy to play."

Ximen Qianqian nodded: "You are right, so who will be in the first match?"

Among the ten people at the moment, only Pisley, Ximen Qianqian and Huo Xunwu are the strongest. The others are listening quietly. Huo Xunwu doesn't like to think about these things, and is closing his eyes to rest.

As far as she is concerned, as long as there is a fight, it doesn't matter if they fight first or second.

Peasley pondered for a while, then said to Ximen Qianqian: "For the first round, I, Liu Qinghe, Tang Si, Ansini, and Yedou will be in a team of five. The rest of you will be in a team of five."

Ximen Qianqian frowned slightly after hearing this, and said:

"Why is it distributed like this? We have Huo Xunwu and I as two powerful people in our group. What about you? Do you think you alone can be as good as the two of us?"

Peasley smiled and asked back: "Then do you think you two can beat Ning Yi together?"

Ximen Qianqian's mouth opened, and she didn't know how to refute for a while.

Indeed, this guy was the one who beat the second-year champion.Although she also doubted the authenticity of this match at the time, her grandfather said that this guy was a well-deserved winner.

Although her grandfather didn't explain anything, she firmly believed in what he said.And she also understands that her grandfather doesn't need to flatter an outsider.

From this point of view, this person does have some skills.So she nodded and agreed to Peasley's assignment.

There is still about half an hour before the game starts.At this moment, a thousand meters above Zhanshi Junior College, a line of fire spread from the distant sky like lightning.

Such an astonishing scene was not caused by celestial phenomena, but man-made.

At the moment, at the top of the line of fire, there are two red-glowed people talking freely.

"Wow~ senior brother, is this the academy that teacher and senior brother Kong Ming are in? It's obviously just a junior academy, why is it so grand?"

A child with silver hair, about five or six years old, looked at the magnificent buildings below, and excitedly patted the shoulders of the person carrying him twice.

The face of the man behind his back turned black immediately, apparently the strength of the silver-haired boy's hands had reached the point of causing him pain: "Han Qing, if you hit me again, I will throw you down!"

A look of panic appeared on Dugu Hanqing's face: "Don't, don't, brother Nezha, we have such a good relationship, you can't just drop such a cute little brother like an airdrop!"

The person carrying him is none other than Nezha, the third son of Chentangguan Li Jing.

His hair is fiery red and rises like a flame.At this moment, he is wearing Huntian satin, holding a pointed gun, stepping on a hot wheel, and a brass-colored bracelet on his right wrist, which is the circle of heaven and earth.

And the thousand-meter-long line of fire behind him is the trace left by the flame mura all over his body.

As for the person on his back, his silver hair fluttered with the strong wind, a sword-shaped pendant was tied around his neck, and he had a smiling expression on his face.

Nezha is traveling at a high speed of a thousand meters, and it is impossible for ordinary people to withstand this kind of air squeeze, but this five-year-old child does not show any discomfort at all.

From this point of view, he must also be a Glory Warrior.And the level should be quite low.

When this line of fire was about to approach the Battle Master Junior Academy, its speed dropped suddenly, and its altitude also dropped rapidly.

At this moment, in the Battle Teachers College, on the top of a fan-shaped building carved out of crystal, there are two people looking at the approaching flame.

One of them lightly shakes the feather fan and stands still with a smile.The other person was lying on the rocking chair, shaking the rocking chair lightly, humming a little song intermittently from time to time.

After a while, the flame fell in front of them like a meteor.A strong stream of flames swept towards the two of them.

Zhuge Liang waved his feather fan lightly, and an invisible wall suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking all the flames and airflow.

After the air flow disappeared, two figures, one big and one small, appeared.

When the two figures saw Zhuge Liang in front of them and the old man lying on the couch, they were all overjoyed, stepped forward and bowed to the old man and Zhuge Liang respectively: "Teacher, Senior Brother Kong Ming."

Zhuge Liang smiled and nodded.The white-haired old man lying on the chair trimmed his foot-long beard, sat up slightly from the reclining chair, looked at the two and said, "Here you are?"

The silver-haired Dugu Hanqing grinned, stepped forward, and approached the old man, saying:
"Teacher, are you going to take an apprentice again? Is it a female apprentice? Am I going to have a super cute little junior sister?"

The old man squinted at him angrily: "I think about these boring things all day long, how is your [Nine Swords] practice? Do you want to test it for the teacher?"

Dugu Hanqing's face suddenly changed, and he waved his hands again and again: "No, there's no need for the teacher, hehe, the disciple has never been lazy since you left Jixia! If you don't believe me, ask Brother Nezha!"

Nezha at the side glanced at him lightly, still talking to Zhuge Liang on his own, completely ignoring him.

"Hmph! I don't understand your temperament? I'm afraid you sleep until the sun rises every day, when the sun is drying your butt?" The old man sneered.

Dugu Hanqing chuckled, suddenly thought of something, and quickly put his fingers on the sword-shaped pendant worn around his neck.

He saw a faint light from the pendant, and the next moment, a golden and red ruler, one meter long and ten centimeters wide, appeared in his hand.

As soon as the ruler appeared, Dugu Hanqing's face suddenly became extremely solemn, and the wood all over his body was steaming.Obviously touching the ruler made him feel infinite pressure.

He gritted his teeth and respectfully held it in front of the old man.

The old man casually stretched out his hand and took the ruler in his hand.Dugu Hanqing suddenly felt light all over, and the great pressure immediately left him.

The old man looked at the ruler in his hand and nodded slightly: "Old Mo's craftsmanship is really good, but the strength of my ruler seems to be a little weaker."

"Huh? Weak?" Dugu Hanqing opened his small mouth slightly, "If you are weak, you still praise Mozi for his good craftsmanship?"

At this time, Nezha on the side finally couldn't help laughing and said:

"How do you know that the power of this [Sage Ruler] can reach the sky, but because of this, the power of its owner, our teacher, will be suppressed by the sky.

So if this [Sage Ruler] is weaker, our teacher's strength will be stronger.This ruler is for students, but it is also for teachers, do you understand?

If one day, this ruler can no longer restrain the teacher, then the teacher may be able to ascend to the fairy world! "

(End of this chapter)