Genetic Specialist in Spiritual Qi Era

"Save people, save people!" the referee roared.

The roar was extremely weak in the cheers of the crowd, but the medical staff still appeared beside Deng Peng very quickly and slowly took him out of the wall.

I didn't pay attention for a while, and something like that happened.

The middle-aged referee, who is nearly 40 years old, feels very tired.

It was too fast, Lin Huai's speed was really too fast.

The referee was also secretly shocked.

Not to mention that Deng Peng didn't notice when Lin Huai appeared next to him. Even the one watching him next to him saw a vague phantom.

Even if he was devoted and attentive throughout the whole process, he felt that he could not stop Lin Huai's movements.

Is this speed really something a high school student can have?

Deng Peng, who was stained with blood on his appearance, was put on a stretcher by the medical staff. A doctor who checked him on his body gently exhaled, with luck in his eyes.

A gesture of okay to the referee.

The referee also breathed a sigh of relief. Although the high school league has a certain death index, even if it is really dead, it is acceptable, but it is definitely better to survive.

Deng Peng's injury was not as serious as he thought. There was no serious internal injury in his body, and the skin trauma on his body looked scary.

Of course, Lin Huai would not have too strong a murderous intention.

If he really wanted to kill Deng Peng, he would slap Deng Peng's head, not his body.

Deng Peng recovered his consciousness from the chaos, and pointed his right finger at Lin Huai, with horror and strong unwillingness, his fingers trembling:

"You...you...you are not a sixth-level martial artist!"

That kind of speed, that kind of power, is absolutely impossible for a sixth-level martial artist to have.

In front of him, he didn't even have a chance to backhand.

"Who told you that I am a Level 6 martial artist." Lin Huai shrugged.

"Sure enough, sure enough..."

Deng Peng did not shout any more, but kept muttering.

A captain of a seventh-level martial arts trainee, and a team member far above the seventh-level martial arts trainee, Taishan City's top lineup is too luxurious.

It is not so much that White Horse High School is weak, as it is that our luck is really bad.

At the beginning, I was very confident, holding the idea of ​​becoming a dark horse, but I didn't expect to meet such a strong team in the first game.

Deng Peng let out a low roar on the stretcher:

"I'm not reconciled!!"

No matter how unwilling Deng Peng and the people at Baima High School are, the result will not change.

"Taishan No. 1 High School played against White Horse High School, and Taishan No. 1 High School won!"

The referee made a black face and announced loudly.

On the other side of the ring, a handsome boy who was in the center of the team, frowned when he watched the whole process.

The principal of Handing High School standing beside him also felt a little big head. He turned to him and said: "Xiao Xu, you must be careful of this Lin Huai. He is definitely an official martial artist, and in the realm of an official martial artist. The strength is also very strong."

The handsome boy, Xu Zurong, nodded: "I know, he is really good. I didn't expect that the strongest among all the teams in this league, but the most hidden one in Taishan City."

"Speed ​​and strength are both at the level of an official martial artist, and the most important thing is that the spirit of the Captain of the White Horse High School is of no use to him. Either he has mastered a great martial skill, or he is in spiritual power. Have deep attainments."

"Regardless of the situation, his strength cannot be underestimated."

The principal of Handing High School nodded. Xu Zurong knew that it was all right. He patted Xu Zurong on the shoulder and comforted:

"Although the resources allocated to the league are good, our school is not obligatory. Don't put too much pressure on yourself like those in Baima High School."

Xu Zurong grinned: "Okay."

Indeed, it is best to win, and it is not a big deal to not be able to win. Not everyone is as desperate as the guys at White Horse High School.

The other schools with official warriors also had a serious expression.

Having such a strong official warrior means that they have another strong enemy, and the pressure is naturally heavier.

The game continues.

What happened at White Horse High School can only be regarded as a small stone, and after a little ripple in everyone's heart, it immediately disappeared without a trace.

Except for the people of Qingshui City who watched the live broadcast and an inconspicuous middle-aged man in white clothes in Taichung, no one continued to talk about this matter in their hearts.

More than fifty teams continue to compete.

The ring of fists and feet was restored on the ring, and the atmosphere was full of enthusiasm.

As the game continued, the audience also discovered the difference between this league and the past.

In the past, whether it was a weak or strong team, they were all at the martial artist level. Even a strong team, if accidentally, could be eliminated by an unknown weak team. The game was full of surprises.

But this time, six official warriors including Lin Huai appeared, and the rhythm of the entire game changed.

Although there is only one level difference between the trainee martial artist and the official martial artist, the official martial artist who has mastered the vitality ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ faces the opponent of the trainee martial artist, and it is effortless.

Although several official martial artists looked very weak and some did not even cultivate much vitality, with the blessing of these sporadic vitality, they were still able to defeat the strong among martial artists.

This phenomenon has completely lost the confidence of competing for the championship for teams without official warriors.

Now they only hope that they will have better luck and meet these teams with official warriors later.

Looking at these weak and weak official warriors, the middle-aged man on the audience stage, his face became worse and worse. After seeing an official warrior, his face was almost consumed by three trainees. , Rising the color of anger.

He couldn't stand it anymore, waved his sleeves angrily, stood up, with a gloomy face, strode towards the backstage of the league.

As soon as the middle-aged man walked into a room in the backstage, several staff in red appeared in the backstage.

These staff members quickly came to the rest area of ​​each school and whispered a few words beside each principal. The expressions of all the principals changed and they hurriedly explained a few words, and immediately walked to the backstage.

Yuan Hongchun was also notified here. After listening to the staff, Yuan Hongchun's face showed an inexplicable color, and he whispered to himself: "Why is he here?"

He explained a few words to the other teachers, handed over the command to Lin Huai, and left quickly.

"Oh? What happened?"

"Why is there a person in every school team going to the backstage? Is something wrong?"

"That's the principal of Jinxiu High School, that's the principal of Handing High School... Except for the ones I know, the others should also be principals."

"With so many principals leaving at the same time, are you going to inform me of any major events?"

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