This person's name is Zhao Zhenghe, one of the five major worshipers of Qingchi Holy Land. Zhao worships his precious only grandson. He usually walks sideways in the Holy Land. Even the Holy Son doesn't pay much attention to this person. This time I saw him.
The leader of the opposing Imperial Academy was actually a young man in a wooden wheelchair, and he couldn't help but laugh contemptuously.
"Is there no one left in the Imperial College? They sent a cripple to be the team leader."
As soon as these words came out, the Imperial College students who had been somewhat harmonious with the Holy Land disciples immediately became furious.
Among the disciples of the Holy Land, there are also many people from the Luoyue Kingdom. Of course, they are very disgusted with the tone of Zhao Zhenghe's words. After all, the person Zhao Zhenghe is insulting now is the young prime minister of their Luoyue Empire.
Although his identity was not mentioned in the competition, what Zhao Zhenghe said was really... excessive!
Compared to Zhao Zhenghe, who is so arrogant, Fengzhu has a slight smile on his lips. Although he is just sitting with his back straight, he is still very elegant. Looking at his appearance alone, it is not very outstanding, but it makes people look...
A sense of poignancy and beauty of the people in the painting.
Her long, fluttering hair hangs down on her chest, rising and falling with the wind, and her eyes, as deep as a cold pool, are like two stars that fly into people's hearts in the blink of an eye.
Although the two people were sitting and standing facing each other, Fengzhu's calm and unobtrusive aura was obviously a big advantage over Zhao Zhenghe. Zhao Zhenghe could not compare with Fengzhu in any aspect, whether it was his brilliance, demeanor or conversational appearance.
It's a shame that he was still in the mood to laugh at others, but he didn't know that what he did was so despising that even the residents of Ice and Fire City felt embarrassed.
The students standing behind Fengzhu, except for their indifferent expressions, all had a fierce look on their faces.
Zhao Zhenghe's verbal insult to their team leader was like slapping the Imperial College in the face with a big stick. What a bastard!
They were grinding their teeth and looked like they wanted to tear Zhao Zhenghe to pieces. They looked very incompatible with Ni Tian, who was just sitting around and turning a blind eye to the calmness of the clouds.
Zhao Zhenghe laughed loudly and patted a buddy next to him on the shoulder, "Lu Er, you are indeed a very lucky person. I asked you to draw lots, and you really drew the right one. Look, you drew an empire."
The weakest team in the college makes me feel so embarrassed. I originally wanted to have a good fight with them! I can't do anything against a cripple."
The little black-faced man with watermelon skin named Lu Er, his eyes were silent and there was only a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth, "Boss Zhao is still wise, I am just doing it conveniently."
"Hahahaha." Zhao Zhenghe's exaggerated laughter made Ni Tian, who had nothing to do, roll his eyelids in boredom, cover his lips with one hand, and let out a small yawn.
Suddenly, everyone on both sides of the field, whether they were arguing or waiting to see the fight, swiped at Ni Tian with their little eyes like flying daggers.
"Look at what you're talking about. They're a bunch of talkative people. They fight when they fight. What's the point of talking so much nonsense? It's so boring." He glanced at the referee who was watching and said, "Would you light some incense? If you don't want to fight, let's leave the game."
What are you doing?"
Zhao Zhenghe was about to get angry, but when he turned around, he saw that the person who was complaining was a lovely little girl. Her waist was like water, and her beautiful dark eyes were sparkling with water. She was so cute.
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Such a beautiful girl, even the long-coveted saint in Qingchi Holy Land, was not as good as her. Zhao Zhenghe's heart immediately started scratching with impure thoughts like a cat scratching his head.
"That's what the little beauty said, hurry up and light some incense." Zhao Zhenghe is such a pervert, his little bean eyes are gleaming, but he doesn't know that his ugly appearance is reflected in Qin Jue's eyes, and he really wants to go up there right away.
Tear this guy apart.
The referee hurriedly ran to light a stick of incense. Seeing the dark wind blowing on the field, he quickly rolled down for fear of affecting the innocent man.
Ni Tian squinted his beautiful starry eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, smiled deeply, and asked, "But has it started?"
"Open the show! But, little beauty, you are so delicate and beautiful, why did you come to participate in this competition? Brother, if I hit you a little harder later, it would be bad if you hurt such a tender little face. But.
It doesn't matter, little beauty, just follow your brother and don't run around. He will protect you." Zhao Zhenghe was so fascinated by women that he no longer knew what he was saying. A pair of small eyes scanned the sky up and down.
As if he couldn't get enough of it, a suspicious substance appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The members of the same team as Zhao Zhenghe were all disgusted by him. Such an ugly appearance was really embarrassing.
Especially the Holy Master of Qingchi, whose face had already lost its expression. He clenched his fists and couldn't help but shouted in a deep voice, "What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and start."
If Zhao Zhenghe hadn't been recommended by Zhao Gongfeng, how would he have been the captain? Lu Er would have been better than him!
"Hey, are you going to fight with me?" Ni Tian tilted his little head, standing next to Feng Zhu, looking at the tall and fat man with a smile.
Zhao Zhenghe blurted out, "Of course I won't hit you. If you, a delicate little beauty like you, accidentally get hurt by me, it would be very heartbreaking."
People in the audience stared at Zhao Zhenghe with their eyes wide open. Many people even wondered whether Zhao Zhenghe had any brains? What kind of delicate and delicate little beauty? Just now, this beauty was swinging the door panel like crazy.
Didn't Zhao Zhenghe also see the warm-up match of smashing the Wen Tower? Isn't this shocking enough? What kind of pig brain can do such a stupid thing?
The people at the scene silently mourned for Zhao Zhenghe, thinking that this man was going to be unlucky.
Just look at the coquettish beauty, taking a small step forward, smiling at Zhao Zhenghe, and twitching her little fingers, "Come here for a moment."
Fengzhu's mouth froze, and Xuanxie and the others couldn't bear to watch anymore.
Zhao Zhenghe and that damn fat guy actually came stupidly, ran across the middle line between the two teams, and came to Ni Tian, with a smile full of chrysanthemums, "Beauty, call brother over here.
What's up?"
A huge wave surged up in the sky-defying dark and smiling eyes. Zhao Zhenghe thought he had seen it wrong at first, until she raised her slender arms and punched him in the abdomen.
Not good.
This cruel punch was so painful that his internal organs almost moved out of place. The whole person was bent down due to the beating, and he opened his mouth. Before the groan came out, he was followed by a sudden heavy kick.
It landed hard on his crotch.
This time it was really miserable. His tall and fat body fell to the ground with his head up, and then he tightened his legs and rolled over on the ground, wailing in pain.
Everyone inside and outside the venue was dumbfounded, especially the expressions of the men, which were really wonderful.
God didn't give him a chance to breathe. With a move of his hand, he got the door panel again. Everyone's eyes and eyebrows jumped fiercely. They just looked at the board. Without thinking, they swung it on the tall fat man's head and immediately knocked his head.
He made a big deal and said, "I think you are so tired of living! How dare you say such arrogant words to tease me, you are such a bear, are you worthy of being my brother? Brother, your fucking brother!!"
The little guy was so angry that he just said a slap, and then he struck quickly and accurately, followed by the tall and fat people rolling around in the field, and slapped him to death, "Which of my brothers looks like you? I will slap you to death, you idiot."
You bastard, you dare to pretend to be my brother! If I had a brother like you, I would be really unlucky for eight lifetimes! You're a loser!"
The people on the field were stunned for a moment, and then rushed towards Ni Tian in panic, "Stop, stop it!"
Xuan Xie and the others were afraid of being at a disadvantage, so they hurriedly gathered around to stop them, and a war was immediately triggered.
Zhao Zhenghe kicked Zhao Zhenghe as if he were kicking a ball against the sky, kicking and cursing her again and again. Suddenly, an invisible sword gang rushed over and headed straight for her heart.
Ni Tian squinted his eyes, pushed the door panel back, and pulled out a knife with his backhand. The sudden burst of golden light blinded everyone.
"Ah! What is that in her hand?"
"It's a divine weapon! It glowed golden just now."
"There is a trace of red light in the golden light. This is the best divine weapon. It is about to enter the realm of returning to the original weapon. Oh oh."
Those who knew the goods immediately ordered it, and the audience felt like it was exploding. Everyone rushed forward to admire the light of the divine weapon.
Against the sky, she blocked a sword sword with her backhand. The movement was very graceful. She jumped up and twisted at an incredible angle in the air. She passed through the crowd. The knife in her hand was aimed at those who dared to make cold moves at her.
The guy swept past.
The person who made the cold move was none other than Hou Kun, who had been ordered by Yun Xiao to mix in the team.
At this moment, Hou Kun was wearing a thin human-skin mask, pretending to be a young disciple from Qingchi Holy Land. He had been waiting for the opportunity, but when he saw that Ni Tian's attention was focused on Zhao Zhenghe, he
So he took advantage of the chaos and launched a cold move, thinking that it would hit him in one hit, but who would have thought——
That girl actually had keen senses and extremely agile skills. She couldn't hit her with one blow and immediately ran towards him.
However, Hou Kun's action accidentally saved Zhao Zhenghe's life. Zhao Zhenghe was immediately kicked off the stage by several referees, and they quickly sent someone to ask a pharmacist for treatment.
However, this time Ni Tian did not act as recklessly as before. This time, he slapped Zhao Zheng and that guy to death, and the muscles and veins inside him were all messed up. After more than half a year of recuperation, it is estimated that he will not be fully healed.
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Now the people in the Holy Land have gone to Zhao Zhenghe to lead the team, and there are only ten team members left. In addition to Hou Kun who is mixed in the team, he is an eighth-level sword sect, and there is also a seventh-level team member Lu Er who was stopped by Fengzhu.
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The remaining eight team members were beaten very painfully by a group of Imperial College students.
Ni Tian slashed out with his sword, but the strong wind blocked more than half of it from Hou Kun. In just a blink of an eye, Ni Tian was already in front of Hou Kun.