Great World of Magic Cube

"You see, look, you look so cute." In the crowd, a girl with a long brown hair and a naive color on her face pulled her side around Nanyang College, a rare and beautiful teenager. Pointed to Nanjo Kisha, who was cat-like because of the practice of cat boxing.

"Bo Fu, you made a mistake in the object." The beautiful boy named Gong Yu helplessly.

These two people are not others. It is Sun Cebo, who inherited the soul of Zhou Yu, the outstanding strategist of the Three Kingdoms, and Sun Cebo, the soul of Jiangdong's little fighter, and also the protagonist of this world.

"But I also want to have a quick fight with that person." Then, the girl Sun Cebo, the right index finger of the right hand, touched the lips and muttered.

The picture returns to the battlefield in the middle again.

Although I couldn't understand the significance of the behavior of Nanjo Kisaruo, but for the honor of Nanyang, Le was still rushing to Nanzhuang Jisha Luo, ready to attack her. It’s just that when he is approaching to Nanjo Kisar, it’s like a cat, and Nanjo Kisha, who is tidying up his face, kicks his legs and kicks, and squats in the belly of the music that is completely undefeated. He flew backwards.

Then Nanjo Kisha had a glimpse of his body, and once again he rushed to the music.

The next thing is simple. Although the muscles on the body are very strong, his ability to fight is very strong, but in terms of mobility, it is not excellent, and it is only better than ordinary people. Therefore, under the attack of the high agility boxing method of cat cheety, which was practiced by learning cats and imitating cats, Le was finally defeated by the gas of Nanzong Ji Shaluo and lost. Fight.

"Call ~ call ~ call ~ call ~" put away the cat's straight up and the south of the Jisha Sharo chest rushing. Obviously, after this battle, her physical exertion was so great that she could not help feeling a little exhausted.

"Also..." Gasping a couple of mouthfuls, Nanjo Kisha, who was slightly calmed down, said again, but her words had not been finished yet, and it was stopped by the Jiuhe Museum.

"Gi Sharo, yes. Give me the rest of the battle." The Jiuhe Pavilion, which is holding a wooden stick and walked out of the team, said.

"Okay, I want to be a sister." Nanjo Kisharo lifted his arm and wiped the sweat, and said to the side.

"I will play for the following, and who else will come up to challenge!" The Jiuhe Pavilion said to the students in Nanyang who were present.

Just seeing one of Nanyang’s strongest four-day kings’ music is lost in the other’s hands, and the students who believe that their strength is not strong enough to beat the music naturally will not take the initiative to find fault, so for a time, the whole Nanyang College is quiet. Only the breathing of the people echoed gently in the air.

"I am coming, I am coming!" Just as the Jiuhe Pavilion was going to prepare for the night to announce the occupation of Nanyang, a brisk female voice rang.

The students of Nanyang were shocked and turned to look at the brown-haired girl who came out of the road where the crowd spontaneously let go, Sun Cebo.

"I am coming to fight with you." He said to Sun Jibo, who was standing opposite the Kuhe Hall.

"Good." It was originally intended to use the force to shake the Nanyang's Jiuhe Pavilion. Naturally, it would not refuse to challenge the invitation. It should be accepted by the opening ceremony. "In the next long-term hall, the sticks are passed down. For the Kuhe Museum, please advise."

"Ah, ah, I am Sun Cebo, please give me a lot of advice." Sun Cebo said quickly and eloquently.

"You are Sun Cebo Fu?" The Jiuhe Pavilion said something strange to the innocent girl in front of him. At the same time, I heard Sun Zibfu’s self-introduction of the real night, the Asian Night, the Yuanyuan, the Nanjo Kisha and the Qiantan Qianying, and the same eyes fell on her.

"Ah, yes. Do you know me?" Sun Cebo responded with a puzzled look.

"I heard that." The Jiuhe Museum said in a whisper.

"Public, public, you see, someone has heard of my name." Sun Cebo, who heard the long-term official’s approval, immediately turned to look at the beautiful teenager in the crowd--Zhou Yugong, said with a happy face. .

Zhou Yu, who felt a little powerless, smiled and smiled.

"Well, the chat is over, let's get started." The Jiuhe Pavilion with a stick out of the frame should be reminded.

"Oh, oh. Ok." Sun Cebo, who had come back to the world, quickly responded, and then put up a frame that made people look a little extravagant.

Seeing this posture, the Jiuhe Museum has to frown slightly, but despite this, the Jiuhe Museum has no intention, and still maintains enough vigilance.

"Look at the trick!" At this time, only listen to Sun Cebo Fu shouted. Stepping into the front of the Kyuhekan, you will grab the sticks of the Kyuhekan with your hands and a side kick to the face of the Kyuhekan.

The Kuhe Museum had a short stature, and a sweeping kick hit the Sun Cebo's ankle.

"Oh." Sun Zebo, who was unstable in the lower part, immediately fell down on the ground. A cry came out.

The Jiuhe Museum wants the body to spin up, and the hands that are free to get back are erected, and the palms are relaxed. Let the body fall and squat on the ground, then tighten the palms of both hands again, and get up and kick the legs and kick them. To the face of Sun Cebo.

In a hurry, Sun Cebofu had to use his arm to block his face, and then he was slid out by the strength of the Jiuhe Museum.

"Hey ~ buttocks are going to break." Sun Cebo, who stopped sliding, whispered with a look of pain. Then I stood up and shouted "Re-come" and rushed to the Kyuhe Pavilion.

At this time, the Jiuhe Pavilion, which has already been in the right position, has to be handed over to the body of Sun Cebo.

Instinct, Sun Cebofu made more kicks open, but immediately, I heard a muffled sound of "砰", Sun Chebo's waist and abdomen side was once again drawn by the Jiuhe Museum, and it was hurting and falling. On the ground.

"You are not my opponent, give up." Through a short two strokes, I determined that Sun Chebo is indeed a layman's Jiuhe Pavilion to whisper.

"Hey, you are strong, but I will not give up." Sun Cebo, who stood up from the ground again, smiled purely.

"Reluctantly will only make you more hurt." Jiuhe Pavilion should persuade.

"I am not reluctant, I am really okay." Sun Cebo argued, and then once again launched an attack on the Jiuhe Museum.

The Jiuhe Museum had no choice but to continue to use the stick technique to bring Sun Cebo to the ground.

In this way, again and again, until more than a dozen strokes, I can’t bear to watch Sun Chebo’s mischievous Jiuhe Pavilion rushing to the side of Sun Cebofu, and the club is retracted, so that the top of the stick is in the hand. Synthetic punch, hitting the chest and abdomen of Sun Cebo.

"Amount..." The severe pain caused Sun Cebo to fall on the ground involuntarily, and issued a "ha ~ ha ~" gasp.

"Bo Fu!" At the same time, Zhou Yugong in the crowd ran to the side of Sun Cebofu, and looked at her with a look of concern.

"Pub... oh... I, no... things." Sun Cebo Fu Qiang laughed.

"I still said nothing." Zhou Yugong said with dissatisfaction.

"There are still people who want to challenge." The Jiuhe Pavilion had to look at the eyes of Zhou Yugong, and Sun Cebo, who was there to breathe, and then went to the side and looked at the Nanyang students present.

Silently, all the students were silent.

After waiting for the shackles, the Jiuhe Museum, which determined that no one would come out again, turned to look at the real nights of several of them who were the real leaders. After the night, I walked to the center of the venue and looked at the Nanyang students present.

"Since no one has come to challenge us again, then I officially announced that I will occupy Nanyang. From now on, Nanyang will be my territory!" The real night gathers in Dantian, and Yangsheng announces.

For the declaration of the real night, the Nanyang students who felt a little worried about their heads could not help but face each other.

"What? Don't you want to accept it?" Didn't see the Nanyang students screaming at the night of her confession.

"You only defeated one of the four kings, and the other three of you did not defeat. After you defeated them, we will officially agree that you are in Nanyang!" At this moment, the voice of a student is in the crowd. It sounded.

"You mean this too?" The real night glanced at the other people.

"Yes." Nanyang students are together and should be together.

"Well, in order to make you convinced, I will promise you." The night laughed and said. Then, as the wind turns, I continue to say, "But don't forget, the situation is that no one can beat us after we challenge Nanyang, which means that we have actually taken Nanyang. According to the rules, we are already Nanyang. Senior leaders, leaders, so you must not resist the orders we issue in the future, otherwise..."

Said, the night is a heavy footstep, a large piece of irregular cracks spreading around her in a spider web as a center, appeared in the sound of the "squeaky", on the ground, and the square is four or five meters.

"Yes." Under the powerful military deterrence of this night, the Nanyang students who had already suffered from the disadvantages could not help but get their voice.

"Excuse me, your name is..." Silence for a few seconds, another sound asked.

"From now on, I officially entered Nanyang University, the third grade A class, the date is really night." Real night whispered.

"Ibid., jujuya night." Asian night interface said.

"Ibid., the Kyuhe Museum needs."

"Ibid., second grade C class, Nanjo Kisar."

"Ibid., round."

“The first grade D class, the beach shadow.”

After this self-introduction, the students of Nanyang, who were really members of their school, were really shocked. Most of them couldn’t help but show their excitement. The reason is very simple. With the addition of Real Night and others, the strength of Nanyang College has once again become stronger. I believe that there will be any battles between schools in the future. The safety of these low-level personnel is at least guaranteed. After all, the enemy’s goal has always been They are first masters, and then they are the low-level dragons!

At this point, several people in the night officially entered the master circle of Nanyang College.