"Boss, you alone must contain two extraordinary spiritual cultivators on the other side?" Feng Wenbiao took a breath and said with a rather complicated mood.
He originally thought that this time Futo University had the cooperation of the tutors from Shonan University, and he believed that it would be very easy to advance to the preliminary round of the tutor battle of the China National Spiritual Cultivator Competition.
But when he saw his old enemy, a group of spiritual cultivators and mentors from Modu University, staring at everyone at Fudu University with eager eyes, Feng Wenbiao's heart suddenly went cold.
"None of these people are good..." Feng Wenbiao felt the terrifying aura emanating from the participating tutors at Shanghai University, and his face looked a little ugly.
Because Feng Wenbiao was surprised to find that the instructors at the Demon City University were at the lowest level of spiritual cultivation at the late mortal level!
As for the master spiritual cultivator mentors at the late mortal level, they, the Demon City University, got half of it!
With such a strong lineup, even if they form an alliance with the Shonan University, they will still be eliminated!
Feng Wenbiao stared at the spiritual cultivators and instructors at the Demon City University with fascination, and the spiritual cultivators and instructors at the Demon City University also clearly saw Feng Wenbiao.
Feng Wenbiao, one of the spiritual cultivators from Shanghai University, was deeply impressed by him. At that time, he was the loudest and loudest when inciting the masses to remove Lin Yi from office.
I saw him staring at Feng Wenbiao, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly. He stretched out his right hand, clenched his fist and raised his thumb high. He flipped his wrist, and a nationwide gesture of contempt was formed.
Seeing that he was being despised, Feng Wenbiao was also unwilling to be outdone. He stretched out his right hand and made a universal mocking gesture - the middle finger.
When the other party saw Feng Wenbiao taunting him with his middle finger, his face turned red with anger. He really didn't expect that Feng Wenbiao would have the courage to reply to him. You must know that among all gestures of contempt, only the middle finger has always been the king of contempt gestures.
"Huh, rubbish!" Feng Wenbiao glanced at the other party with disdain and said contemptuously: "When I was working in the security company, what kind of contempt did I not see?"
"Ding dong." A mechanical sound sounded again.
"It has been detected that a participating instructor is making insulting and taunting gestures in the arena. Please stop using such lethal gestures immediately. If you insist on doing so, you will be punished by a lightning strike in three minutes."
"Really..." The corners of Feng Wenbiao's mouth twitched involuntarily, and his forehead was covered with black lines.
Damn it, it’s been 9102 years, and now it’s more like being struck by lightning than your middle finger? What the hell is this?
Feng Wenbiao felt a little helpless, but because of the lightning strike mentioned by the organizer, he reluctantly took back his high-standing middle finger.
"Humph, why don't you dare to continue to show your middle fingers?" The spiritual cultivator instructor at the Demon City University sneered and moved his thumb down harder. The strong connotation of contempt made Feng Wenbiao go crazy.
"See this thumb of mine? Trash!
Are you angry? You can take action now!
Come on, you piece of trash, do it to me!"
The sarcastic voice of the spiritual cultivator from the Demon City University became louder and louder. Feng Wenbiao's face was livid with anger. His fists were clenched tightly and his nails were dug into his flesh.
When Lin Yi saw this, he couldn't help but frown. He patted Feng Wenbiao's shoulder lightly and reminded: "Don't do anything. The game hasn't really started yet. He is using provocation. Don't be fooled if he forces you to do something."
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The rules of the organizer have just been changed now. If you take action in advance, you will be directly disqualified from the competition. Even I may not be able to protect you by then.
Just be patient for a while, you can wait until the competition really starts, then you can do whatever you want at that time."
"I know." Feng Wenbiao took a deep breath and tried to calm down his mood, no longer looking at the thumb-up spiritual cultivator at Shanghai University.
"But boss, why is he pointing his thumb like this? I feel very unhappy and uncomfortable."
Just when Lin Yicai was about to answer Feng Wenbiao's question, he heard a white lightning flash in the sky, and a deafening loud noise echoed throughout the arena.
"Boom!" Lightning struck the spiritual cultivator whose hand was bigger than his thumb.
I saw a wisp of black smoke slowly drifting over the site where the Demon City University stood, and the smell of meat that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside made everyone present move their index fingers.
The spiritual cultivator who was pointing his thumbs turned into a black man. His whole body was pitch black. Except for his two white eyes and teeth, if the lights were turned off, he might even be found.
Not here anymore.
"Hahaha!" Feng Wenbiao held his belly, out of breath, smiling from ear to ear.
"Hahaha, there really was a lightning strike!"
"I asked you to pretend to be me! You have always despised me, haha, I was struck by lightning when I pretended to be a pen, the ancients never deceived me..."
"Huh~" A thick black smoke was spit out from the mouth of the spiritual cultivator from the Magic City University who was struck by lightning, forming a black smoke ring. It spread slowly, look at the perfect shape of this black smoke ring
From the appearance, it seems that this spiritual cultivator from Shanghai University is an old smoker.
A bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the sky, which really shocked everyone in the Magic City University.
A spiritual cultivator who was closest to the lightning just now had a pale face. Fortunately, the lightning struck very accurately and only struck one person. Otherwise, the residual power of the lightning would have been enough to eat him a pot.
"What the hell is going on? Why was Lao Zhou struck by lightning for no reason?" Lin Langtian from the Demon City University frowned. Just now, his attention had been on Mu Chen. As the mentor of this battle, Lin Langtian frowned.
The leader, his participating instructor was inexplicably injured by lightning, which really made the Modu University, which had a bad start, very embarrassed.
This, what on earth is going on?
Not only Lin Langtian found it strange, but also some of the other spiritual cultivators at the Demon City University found it strange.
"Did you hear a voice just now, saying not to make any gestures, otherwise you will be struck by lightning?" One of the spiritual cultivators from the Magic City University said thoughtfully.
"Yes, I heard it just now."
"Then what exactly did Lao Zhou do just now to get struck by lightning?"
Lin Langtian frowned. He thought that Lao Zhou's lightning strike was caused by man. He was about to take Lao Zhou to the organizer to reason with him, but now he heard other people from Shanghai University say that it was Lao Zhou who committed suicide.
, which made it somewhat difficult for him to start.
A spiritual cultivator from Modou University who was also next to Lao Zhou just now said: "Just now, Lao Zhou and I were despising that stupid guy from Fudu University. The stupid guy gave us the middle finger, and then the alarm went off. We thought it was an alarm.
I was threatening that stupid guy, but I didn’t expect that I would hack him..."