He turned around and strode away, saying coldly: "Chen Feng, wait for me, I will never let you go!"
Today is the day of the House of Commons competition.
Chen Feng wore a green shirt and came to the square.
At this time, hundreds of people had gathered in the square, including all the first-year students.
Even if they don't participate in the competition, they will naturally come to watch the fun.
Everyone gathered under the high platform and discussed secretly.
Seeing Chen Feng's arrival, many people pointed and looked at him with a trace of disdain.
"Look, look, that loser Chen Feng is here."
"Haha, he came quite early, are you in such a hurry to die?"
"Oh, this waste, he really doesn't know how to live or die!"
"Among the thirty-two people participating in this competition, he is the weakest in terms of strength. I don't know where he gets his confidence."
The laughter in the crowd was endless, but Chen Feng seemed not to hear it. He just walked forward slowly to the front of the crowd.
At this time, on the square, there was a stone platform in the middle, and around the stone platform, a total of sixteen arenas had been built.
These sixteen arenas are all made of large rocks and look extremely solid, with the light of the magic circle flashing constantly on them.
Obviously, this is to protect the stone platform from damage.
At this time, on the high platform in the middle, a man stood proudly, with the symbols of mountains and seas on his robes.
He faced everyone and said slowly: "I am the leader of the House of Commons, Jian Mingjun!"
After Jian Mingjun said these words, the scene suddenly became silent, and no one spoke anymore.
Then, Jian Mingjun faced everyone, gently put down his hands, and said slowly: "Please come forward, the thirty-two people who signed up."
"Yes." There was a response from the crowd.
Then, thirty-two people stood up and stood at the front of the team!
The thirty-two people looked at each other, and they all saw a hint of hostility in each other's eyes.
And without exception, when their eyes glanced at Chen Feng's face, they turned into extreme contempt and disdain!
"Is this trash worthy of competing with us on the same stage? It would be a shame for us to compete against him!" A young man with a stern face and extremely white skin said coldly.
He had very thin eyebrows and thin lips, with a cold and mean look, a trace of murderous intent between his brows, an extremely arrogant attitude, and looked down upon Chen Feng.
This person's name is Yang Wenyao.
But next to him was a bearded young man. This bearded young man looked at Chen Feng with great disdain, and the cold light in his small eyes flickered a few times.
He chuckled and said, "Brother Sheep, I'm really looking forward to being drawn into a group with Chen Feng, haha!"
"If I can compete with him on the same stage, then I will definitely enter the next round, which is equivalent to a guaranteed victory!"
Another person next to him also laughed and said: "Yes, I think so too."
The bearded man glared and said, "Don't try to rob me!"
Then he looked at Chen Feng, shouted very contemptuously, and said: "Chen Feng, how about the two of us playing against each other? Don't worry, I will show mercy to you and won't kill you."
"After all, opponents as weak as you are rare. I want to play with you and then kill you."
There was a joking expression on his face, and he looked at Chen Feng like a cat playing with a mouse, full of contempt, and did not take Chen Feng into his eyes at all.
Chen Feng glanced sideways at him, a cold light flashed through his eyes, and said lightly: "I am also looking forward to fighting with you!"
"How arrogant!" The bearded young man snorted coldly: "If you get drawn together with me, you will definitely die."
The disciples who were watching around him also laughed with disdain.
"Chen Feng actually has the guts to say this? He can't deal with any of the thirty-one people present. He always says the same thing to everyone: death!"
"Okay, shut up!" Jian Mingjun said coldly.
The scene suddenly became quiet.
Then, Jian Mingjun said calmly: "Now let's draw lots. However, this draw is not for you, but for me."
As he spoke, a lottery tube appeared in his hand, and he said in a deep voice: "Wei Wuji."
Wei Wuji took a step forward and said, "Disciple is here."
Jian Mingjun randomly picked one from the lottery tube and threw it to him.
Wei Wuji raised the jade sign high and said, "No. 8!"
Everyone said: "He is No. 8, so the person he is facing is No. 25! The arena he is facing is No. 8!"
When everyone saw this number, they secretly prayed in their hearts: "Don't let me draw the 25th, don't let me draw the 25th!"
The drawing of lots continued. Jian Mingjun basically chose the names according to their strength. He called their names in order from high to low, and then drew lots for them. The numbers of the lots were different.
One of the young men in silver robes drew the number 25. Suddenly, he felt as if he were mourning for his heir. The expression on his face seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and crying but not crying. His whole body was trembling, and there was a hint of despair in his eyes.
While others were gloating about the misfortune, they all breathed a sigh of relief, glad that they did not have to face such a powerful opponent as Wei Wuji!
The bearded man drew number 15, which means that the person facing him will be number 18.
All thirty people had finished drawing, and it was Chen Feng's turn to be the last one.
Jian Mingjun raised his eyelids and shouted: "Chen Feng."
Chen Feng walked out. At this time, his expression was calm, but his eyes were filled with anger. He quietly clenched his fists.
Because, by doing this, Jian Mingjun obviously believed that Chen Feng was the last among the thirty-two people in terms of strength.
A voice in Chen Feng's heart roared crazily: "You all look down on me, don't you? You all look down on my useless martial soul, don't you? You all think I'm the worst, don't you?"
"Okay, just wait. After five more competitions, I will slap all of you in the face. I will impress all of you. I will let you know who is the strongest in the House of Commons.
people!"
After Chen Feng came out, the bearded young man laughed loudly, held up the jade lottery in his hand and said: "No, no need to draw, he is No. 18, I just wrote down everyone's lottery numbers, only
Number 18 is vacant!”
"Hahaha, Chen Feng is number 18, he is mine!"
As he said this, he was extremely excited, as if he had gotten a treasure. He faced everyone and laughed.
He bowed his hands very politely and said: "Everyone, I should be the first one among us to enter the second round, right? You all come to congratulate me!"
