Gao Wu: After breaking off the relationship, awaken the S-level talent

The old man was very angry.

"Hehe, you misunderstood. Zhang Muchen was able to survive the underground cave activities safely because he happened to fall in front of a teacher in the inner courtyard of our school after he was transferred and was brought back by that teacher."

Wuling knew what James was thinking.

Except for him.

The people present were thinking the same thing.

It was nothing more than seeing that Zhang Muchen was profitable and trying to get a piece of the pie.

"This...you are such a lucky student."

James sat back after hearing this, his face full of disbelief.

The danger of underground cave activities lies in their unpredictability.

But after Zhang Muchen was transferred, he met a teacher in the inner courtyard of Shengjing Wuda.

If this is not good luck, what is it?

You have to know that the cave has appeared for a hundred years.

There is only one person with such luck as him!

However, if Zhang Muchen has no secrets, it is not worth investing a lot to win him over.

Everyone focused their attention on other players.

And in the spectator seats next to the ring.

Seeing Zhang Muchen appear.

Zhang Xuanba's face turned black and he cursed:

"How come this unfilial son is not dead? He is actually in the same big field with Yuanzhou!"

Chen Aimei also looked incredulous and said:

"He is still alive, will he come to trouble us?"

Zhang Xuanba snorted and said coldly:

"What are you afraid of? Zi Yan is a student in the inner courtyard and the vice president of Tianjuanhui! It's not the turn of this unfilial son to rebel!"

Hearing Zhang Xuanba say this.

Chen Aimei was barely relieved.

After all, neither of them loved Zhang Muchen.

Naturally, they would worry that one day the other party would gain power and settle accounts with them in return.

"Hubby, they are brothers in a big field. If Yuanzhou wants to become the first, he must face Zhang Muchen. What if Zhang Muchen refuses to give way?"

Chen Aimei thought of another possibility and said worriedly.

"This..."

After hearing this, Zhang Xuanba fell into deep thought.

I have to say.

Chen Aimei's worry is likely to come true.

Compared with Zhang Muchen.

Of course he hopes.

The youngest son Zhang Yuanzhou won and successfully entered the inner courtyard.

"Don't be afraid. If that's the case, we will go to Zhang Muchen and ask him to give up the game! Which is more important, his own future or his brother's future, I think he can tell!"

Zhang Xuanba thought for a while and said confidently.

He believed that his parents would personally come forward to plead for mercy.

Even if Zhang Muchen had no conscience, he would agree, right?

As long as he is willing to step back.

Assist his brother well in the future.

The Zhang family also welcomes his return.

"Look, husband, Yuanzhou is on the stage!"

Chen Aimei's eyes suddenly lit up, pointing to a ring in the corner and shouting excitedly.

"Why is Yuanzhou ranked so low? The teacher of Shengjing Wuda seems to be blind!"

Zhang Xuanba cursed.

"Brother, you can't stop my rise!"

Zhang Yuanzhou stepped onto the stage, clenched the hilt of the sword, and swore silently in his heart.

The freshman competition is related to the quota of the inner courtyard.

He received a lot of resources from his third sister.

He also swallowed the death pension.

Whether it is strength or realm, it has reached a new height, even the heaven-favored ones are not much behind!

He must win the first place in the big field!

"Hey! My opponent is Zhang Muchen? Is it true!"

A red-haired warrior walked onto the No. 1 ring with a bitter face.

Looking at the expressionless little blue dragon Zhang Muchen.

He wanted to surrender.

But that would be too spineless, and he would be laughed at if he stepped down.

"Dear audience, the third round of the Shengjing Wushu University freshman competition has officially begun. Now is the three-minute conversation time before the game!"

The referee shouted loudly and announced the start of the game.

The so-called three-minute conversation time is commonly known as the trash talk session.

Put it in various competitions outside.

In this session, the warrior will first give the opponent a wave of powerful language output and warmly greet relatives and friends.

After the three minutes are over.

The angry warrior will attack with anger, and the fight will naturally be more exciting.

But this is Shengjing Wushu University.

The students are still thin-skinned and can't do things like cursing in public.

Some chatted, some kept silent, and some had numb hands and feet because of pressure.

"Hey, hello, Brother Zhang, my name is Zhuo Ning, A-level talent, good at Feihong Palm, you are very powerful, you must not know a small person like me, I wonder if you can show mercy when we fight later, don't make me look bad..."

Zhuo Ning is a chatterbox, chattering

He talked a lot.

Even if Zhang Muchen ignored him.

He was willing to talk non-stop.

There were professional referees at each ring, and high-speed cameras were filming.

Therefore, no one took advantage of the trash talk to secretly use any tricks.

Three minutes of conversation time.

It was soon spent in Zhuo Ning's idle chat.

"The conversation time is over! Let's start the fight!"

The referee yelled.

As soon as the voice fell.

Zhuo Ning crouched down, very close to the ground, like a cheetah charging.

His palms accumulated blood and energy.

As he swung, the air seemed to be cut open, forming a straight rainbow light, heading straight for Zhang Muchen's chest.

The speed was so fast.

It was like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

It was really as fast as a flying rainbow!

The essence of this martial art was fully brought out!

"Sure enough, there are no weak students in Shengjing Wuda, and some people know how to use trash talk to deliberately show weakness and confuse their opponents."

Zhang Muchen had expected this and was not panicked.

Facing this long rainbow.

Zhang Muchen backhanded and hit forward.

This palm fell into Zhuo Ning's eyes, just like the waves hitting the shore!

Flipping Wave Palm vs Flying Rainbow Palm!

The two martial arts collided in the air, making a deafening sound.

Zhuo Ning's Flying Rainbow Palm was like a sharp sword, trying to penetrate Zhang Muchen's defense.

But Zhang Muchen's blood was strong and his palm power was tough, like a solid shield, making him unable to penetrate.

"Secret, Rainbow Destruction!"

Zhuo Ning gritted his teeth, his blood burst out, and he really performed the secret.

A dazzling rainbow light formed around his body, trying to swallow all the enemies.

But Zhang Muchen moved faster.

A flash of lightning flashed.

Along with the lightning, Zhang Muchen's figure also disappeared!

"Where did he go!?"

Zhuo Ning was shocked and wanted to find Zhang Muchen.

But he found nothing!

The next second, a sharp pain broke out in his neck.

His eyes rolled back and he fainted instantly.

A flash of lightning.

Zhang Muchen appeared behind Zhuo Ning, his right hand still in the position of a hand knife.

"Ring No. 1, the winner is Zhang Muchen!"

Zhuo Ning fell.

The referee immediately announced the result loudly.

At the same time, Zhang Muchen's face appeared on all the monitors, and there were replays of the game.

The audience was shocked.

How come it was only a dozen seconds after the start.

The winner of Ring No. 1 was decided?

Too fast!

You know, some ring players.

They are still confronting and testing each other!

It took more than ten minutes, and the winner was still unknown!

"He's so fast! Zhuo Ning is also a player who is good at speed, but he couldn't react in time!"

"So strong, Zhang Muchen is in the third field, and he is definitely a seeded player for the inner courtyard."

"Little Blue Dragon Zhang Muchen, I remember this name."

After a brief shock.

The whole audience cheered like a tsunami!