Waste only needs a system, I am strong only by myself

Under the cannibalistic eyes of the referee.

The five members of Menglan Sword Sect revealed their white bodies.

A lifeless look.

"I invite the Sky Shadow Sword Sect, the panic-stricken team will appear on the stage."

Three men and two women walked out of the audience.

Facing top sects.

Panicked to death, trembling.

Really.

They regretted having such a naughty team name.

Now they are really panicking!
on the ring.

Ten people stood facing each other.

One side was shirtless, with a shy face.

One party panicked to death, with a sad face.

The referee blows the whistle and the game starts!
Zhang Hao stared at the stage excitedly.

Feel the blood boil.

This kind of group fight must be very chaotic and exciting.

He was looking forward to it.

"Brother, let's make a quick decision, I always feel uncomfortable naked."

Brother nodded.

A wave of hands.

"Look at my unique skill - smog attack!"

There are visions everywhere.

He... leaked air!

Every pore of the body emits a gray gas visible to the naked eye.

Immediately enveloped the entire arena.

All people are blocked from sight.

The sound of fighting and fencing came from the arena.

The commentator mobilized his whole body's passion, ready to bring an exciting commentary to everyone.

"The sponsorship team seemed to be full of fighting spirit, launched the horn of attack, and then..."

And then gone.

He rubbed his eyes, embarrassed.

Because he can't see anything!
This also explains a fart.

"It sounds like the fight in the ring is very intense, and this is bound to be a long-lasting battle."

The voice just fell.

The gray gas dispersed.

In a panic, the five of them lay on the ground moaning.

Throwing the street!

The commentator looked up and estimated the time.

It's only ten seconds!
Before the pants could be taken off, it was over.

The agreed upon Enter the Dragon and the Tiger.

The speed of face-slapping is too fast.

The place was quiet.

The crowd frowned.

Is this the strength of Sea Blue Sword Sect?
Terrifying fighting power.

Ye Tianlan raised his eyelids, "So fast! The disciples of Hailan Sword Sect have made great progress recently."

"Please come from Feisha Jianzong, think of a name and think of the insanity team."

This is also a powerful sect.

But it is far from reaching the point of defying the sky.

The five walked onto the ring in a low-key manner.

Just wait.

"If you finish the game, the opponent will come on stage in the commentary team."

Really.

The explanation is a bit uncomfortable.

There are always people who want to hit me!
on the ring.

The two sides nodded with smiles and shook hands with each other.

The atmosphere is very harmonious.

Explain emotion.

"It's really touching. Although they are opponents at the moment, they have deeply implemented the concept of friendship first and competition second."

Game start.

The two sides distanced themselves.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened this time.

The narrator let out a breath.

Finally, I can explain it seriously.

"Both sides are very cautious, testing each other, not preempting the shot, this tactic is academically..."

His voice did not fall.

A muscular man from the insanity team, with a serious face, said loudly: "The opponent's strength is not weak, don't ink, let's just zoom in!"

Explanation: "..."

This slap in the face is due to consideration of other people's feelings.

Give me and my opponent a little face.

This year's disciples are really naughty.

No matter who comes up, just zoom in!
The five members of the insanity team looked at each other.

Quickly stood up, with a strange stance with his back to the opponent, faintly surrounding the opponent.

The five members of the commentary team were taken aback by the so-called big move.

close to each other.

"What kind of big move is this?"

"Why are they carrying us behind their backs? Does this mean they look down on us?"

"Don't panic, follow the routine in training and form a defense!"

"Our strength is not weak, don't be afraid of them!"

The five members of the insanity team slapped their chests one after another.

Make a deafening roar.

In this 38 degree five weather.

Extraordinarily harsh.

Someone in the audience scratched their heads.

"This trick...could it be?"

Suddenly, his complexion changed drastically.

"not good!"

"Cover your nose!"

Twilight.

The sound of "噗噗" kept coming from Zhang Hao's ears.

One after another, the stinky fart sound of artillery fire came out.

Deafening.

A strange smell filled the audience.

This smell not only hits the nose, but also irritates the eyes, making people cry uncontrollably.

"Flying Sand Sword Sect is really disgusting!"

"Bastard, quickly take away your magical powers, it will kill me."

He Qingqiu frowned.

"Flying Sand Sword Sect's moves are still as shameless as ever."

"Not at all what a sword cultivator should look like."

Thousands of years ago, Feisha Sword Sect was still an unpopular little sect.

Because the method of practicing Qi in the sect has huge flaws.

After practicing, there will be sequelae of uncontrollable farting.

The higher the cultivation level.

Fart louder.

The stronger the strength.

Farts stink.

In this fairy-like world, the indecent behavior of farting is despised by countless people.Feisha Sword Sect is destined to be eliminated by history.

until one day.

A heavenly genius patriarch of the Feisha Sword Sect was born out of nowhere.

When the sect is about to end its inheritance and perish.

He yelled words that shocked the entire Haotian Continent.

"Fart is the waste gas of heaven and earth, there is no reason not to let it go!"

He turned decay into magic through painstaking research.

Turn the shortcomings of the exercises into advantages.

The fart attack has made countless people bow down and become terrified.

He even fled after hearing about it, he had no intention of fighting, and surrendered without fighting.

A disciple who used to feel inferior because of farting.

Now they are comparing each other for whose fart is loud and whose fart is smelly.

The commentator held back the pain and nausea, and looked towards the ring.

He is professional.

No matter how difficult the situation is, we must bring you a detailed explanation.

but……

He covered his nose, blushing.

Asshole!
Couldn't speak at all.

You both discussed it together, so you came here to embarrass me.

There were farts on the court one after another.

Full of rhythm.

Playing the commentary team, five people sat on the ground paralyzed, losing their combat effectiveness.

Eyes are red and swollen.

Lost face.

They are closest to the fart source.

The fart pollution received is several times that of other people.

Without precautions, the combat effectiveness was lost immediately.

Let anyone slaughter!

Five people were carried down on stretchers.

All are silent.

This Feisha Sword Sect disciple eliminated his opponent without even using his sword.

Although the tricks are relatively bad, they are indeed very strong.

There is nothing aboveboard in a real fight.

"Please Qingshan Sword Sect, I really am not coming back to the God of War team!"

Swipe!

All eyes were on Zhang Hao and the five of them.

His appearance is particularly eye-catching.

After all, he is a disciple of the hidden master, and he has the bonus of returning to the guidance of the God of War.

Everyone wanted to see what other dazzling disciples this sect had besides Zhang Hao.

on the ring.

Look at the eager eyes of those around you.

Li Xiaohua under the mask leaked a smile.

Zhang Hao has been in the limelight these days, but it didn't make any waves in his heart.

What are the Confucian poems handed down from generation to generation, what is the founder of the Haoran righteousness school.

He didn't pay attention to it at all.

Which of the cheat books he picked up before was not earth-shattering.

"Zhang Hao? It's just a stepping stone."

"The more beautiful you are now, the more you are praised by others, and the more miserable you will be stepped on by my son of destiny!"