The Two Invincible Talents At The Beginning Were Called Trash

Zheng Jing was overjoyed. He was originally worried that Ning Tong was unwilling to give up teaming up with Jiang Lan. No matter how fierce he shouted, it was useless. After all, this team relied on Ning Tong to lead the team.

Unexpectedly, the pretty boy in front of me would commit suicide to vote.

Doesn't he know that many people in the class are unhappy with him?

Lao Ning looked at his daughter, and Ning Tong waved her hand, indicating that it didn't matter.

Anyway, she had already made up her mind that if half of the class agreed, Jiang Lan would not be included in her team.

Then she can form a team with Jiang Lan alone, without anyone else.

Originally, she and Jiang Lan formed a team, and the core was Jiang Lan. Without Jiang Lan, what would she be doing in the spirit realm, delivering desserts to ghosts?

It doesn't matter if you want to die, I won't accompany you.

But Lao Ning couldn't help but feel happy.

"Has my daughter finally changed her mind?"

Well, it would be good for both of them to separate as soon as possible.

Lao Ning was happy, and there was a hint of joy in his voice. When he encountered such a great opportunity, he had to cut through the knot quickly and completely cut off the relationship between the two.

Now it seems that my daughter is unexpectedly strong. Even without Jiang Lan, she can still kill in the spiritual realm. She will be a super god.

"Okay, let's make it simple. If you agree to be a team without Jiang Lan, please raise your hands!"

Wow, only one person in the classroom raised his hand, and that was Zheng Jing.

Silence, deathly silence.

All eyes were focused on Zheng Jing.

When Zheng Jing just started, he still smiled and motioned for the students to raise their hands with him.

But gradually, he discovered that he was the only one raising his hand, like an idiot.

Finally, veins bulged on his forehead, and he yelled regardless of his image.

"Raise your hands. Why don't you raise your hands? Don't you also dislike Jiang Lan?"

Ren Peng and the others couldn't help laughing.

"We don't like Jiang Lan because we are jealous of his handsomeness and luck. You are a weakling who just came here and you want to replace Brother Jiang Lan. Who are you?"

"You still want to kick Jiang Lan away. I'm afraid you don't know that Jiang Lan's student number is 001. Do you know what this means? Senior Brother Jiang Lan is the first student in our school, which is called the auspiciousness of Sanjiang City University."

"Jiang Lan is a student with special talents, and the principal personally came to recruit students for admission. What do you think, go and mess with him?"

"Special talent? Where?"

Jiang Lan looked calm, stood up, and pressed his hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

"In this case, I will also initiate a vote. If you agree to kick Zheng Jing out of the first team, please raise your hands!"

Ning Tong also stood up, looking calm.

"No need to vote by show of hands. I will never stay with Zheng Jing's team."

Zheng Jing opened his mouth wide and couldn't say a word.

Lao Ning was also completely shocked. Is this still my school?

Why do I feel like Jiang Lan and Ning Tong are the ones who have the final say?

In this way, Zheng Jing tricked himself from the first team to the second team.

There seemed to be unwillingness in his eyes, and he was sneering in his heart.

Ning Tong, you won’t have such good luck every time with Jiang Lan, a loser.

Spiritual Realm No. 3 requires the full cooperation of the whole team and is a great test of the overall strength of your teammates. I'm waiting to see how frustrated you look when you overturn.

.......

The next day, the teleportation circle glowed yellow, indicating that the third spiritual realm had been opened.

Jiang Lan held Ning Tong with his left hand, and held Tang Yue with his right hand. Ning Tong was at the far side.

The reason why he stood like this was because Jiang Lan insisted on it.

Only I can hold girl Ning Tong’s little hand!

He was even more prepared, in case Ning Tong was in danger of being exposed when he entered the spiritual realm, he would immediately block Ning Tong behind him and use his wooden figure to block the prying eyes of others.

As his vision went dark, when he recovered, he found that the six of them were in a sealed room.

The walls and floor of the room were gray-white and composed of unknown substances.

Jiang Lan tried to exert force with his feet, but the ground was unexpectedly solid.

After he used a fifth of his strength, there was no damage at all.

The six of them were already wearing tight-fitting black combat uniforms of unknown material, and there was a metal ring on their wrist.

There was a mirror in the room. Jiang Lan looked in the mirror. The dark battle uniform looked very wretched, like a flower picker.

Jiang Lan couldn't help but think to herself, it would be great if she could become Saitama-sensei and wear a yellow battle suit like that.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he had this thought, the metal ring on his wrist spurted out yellow threads, covering his whole body.

After a while, Jiang Lan's clothes completely changed, including a yellow combat uniform, red gloves, red leather boots, and a white cloak.

A proper battle uniform of Mr. Saitama.

Jiang Lan was pleasantly surprised. She didn't expect that this metal ring was so easy to use. If it could be brought to the real world, it would be able to move around in Superman form in the future without even having to change clothes.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lan couldn't help but look at Ning Tong. He didn't know how much items Ning Tong could carry in his storage space. If possible, he really wanted to take this ring out of the spiritual realm.

Ning Tong also discovered the use of the metal bracelet, and her black tights turned into a white sportswear.

She looks fresh and generous, and with her beautiful face and long straight black hair, she looks particularly pure and beautiful.

Others also finished dressing up, including ancient costumes and cute Lolita costumes, which dazzled Jiang Lan.

A transparent light curtain suddenly appeared in the room, which read: 00:10:32 until the time of the Hundred Ghost Night Parade. Please choose weapons as soon as possible, get out of the safe house, and resist the invasion of ghosts.

With the appearance of the light curtain, the floor of the room cracked, and a black weapon rack slowly rose up. It was filled with all kinds of cold weapons, such as long knives, long swords, axes, meteor hammers, Qinglong Yanyue Swords, Zhangba There are everything from snake spears to Fangtian painted halberds.

Ren Peng picked up a long knife and slashed it twice casually. He nodded with satisfaction and quickly greeted everyone.

"Everyone, please quickly pick out a handy weapon. The ghost attack will begin soon."

Everyone picked a weapon, including Ning Tong, who also picked up a dagger for self-defense.

Tang Yue unexpectedly chose a Qinglong Yanyue Sword. His petite body was less than half the height of the sword, and he looked full of contrast.

Only Jiang Lan was still bare-handed.

Ren Peng said in surprise.

"Brother Lan, don't you choose a weapon?"

Jiang Lan raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of confidence.

"My fist is the most powerful weapon!"

Everyone was speechless. Just you, a D-level talent waste, your fist is the most powerful weapon.

Who can be beaten to death with just fists?

If we stand here and let you beat us, you won't be able to hurt us.

That's right, you rely on Ning Tong to strengthen the increase.

He is a proper tool man, so it is normal not to use weapons.

Forget it, we don't care about you two, just don't hold us back.

As the countdown ended, the door opened wide, and behind it was a dark portal, as if leading to hell, eerie and terrifying.

With a calm face, Jiang Lan slowly walked into the portal. His white cloak flashed and disappeared completely.

Ren Peng cheered himself up.

"Don't be cowardly, just do it, the whole army will attack!"

Then he jumped into the portal with a strange cry.

...........

In the secret underground base of Hwaseong City in the United States, a man wearing a cross mask sat on a throne, and a deep voice came from under the mask.

"Has it been confirmed that the target has entered the third spiritual realm?"

There was a man in black below, half-kneeling, and replied.

"Lord Gabriel, confirm that the target has entered the third spiritual realm."

The man named Gabriel nodded.

"Send Experimental Subject No. 9. This time we can only succeed, not fail."

The man in black hesitated for a while.

"However, Sir Gabriel, Experimental Subject No. 9's mental state is extremely unstable, which is likely to cause the death of a large number of awakened people in the spiritual realm."

Gabriel slowly stood up from the throne, a red light flashing in his eyes.

"Do you dare question my decision?"

In an instant, the limbs of the man in black, as if nailed to a cross, formed a large font shape and slowly rose from the ground.

He screamed in fear.

"Lord Gabriel, I was wrong, please forgive me!"

The red light in Gabriel's eyes became even brighter.

"God says you are guilty!"

The limbs of the man in black were torn apart bit by bit, and with a click, a large amount of blood sprinkled on the ground, and the body of the man in black was completely torn in half.

Immediately, another man in black came forward, took off the mask from the dead body, put it on his face, and knelt down calmly in front of Gabriel.

Gabriel covered his forehead, with veins bulging on the back of his hands, and waved.

"Do it as soon as possible, I urgently need that talent!"

"Yes, Lord Gabriel!"