Everyone chooses the god of war, only I wake up the wine sword fairy

Inside is Australian lobster.

Second floor.

Inside is abalone bird's nest.

the third floor.

Inside is Buddha jumping over the wall.

"Come on, I'll feed you."

Dongfang Ziyue also started feeding Ye Chonglou.

"Chonglou, and me, I made this lunch box myself."

Not to be outdone, Li Xiaoman also started feeding.

Ye Chonglou never refused anyone who came.

He happened to have a big appetite recently, so he ate a little more to restore his strength.

The students around who hadn't left the field were dumbfounded.

Although Li Xiaoman is not as famous as Dongfang Ziyue and Lei Ji, he did not make the top ten jokes.

But her appearance is no less than that of a few girls.

Surrounded by four beauties who are at the top of the school, scrambling to be fed, beautiful and delicious, it is heaven.

"Who is this? It's amazing."

"Why was it still the Shura field one second, and turned into a cafeteria the next second?"

"Don't tell me, this boy is a master, he doesn't talk much, but he handles Lei Ji and Dongfang Ziyue well."

"The realm of picking up girls is nothing more than that!"

They were hungry, hungry, talking in low voices.

Ye Chonglou turned his head to glance at Lan Mingxi, and asked, "Did you bring any food?"

The corners of Lan Mingxi's lips twitched slightly, and she forced a smile: "I'm sorry, I'll treat you to dinner next time."

"However, classmate Ye, your appetite is really similar to that of a friend of mine."

"He's really... edible."

"When I see you, I think of him!"

It is also unknown who fed a pissing cow ball.

Ye Chonglou's cheeks puffed up, and he asked vaguely: "Which friend, you can't make something out of nothing, right?"

Lan Mingxi's eyelids twitched, and she covered her forehead and replied, "My friend's name...is really Wu Zhongsheng."

"Wu Zhongsheng, I believe it."

Ye Chonglou chewed the urinating cow pills into pieces, swallowed them in one gulp, and continued to ask, "So why are you looking for me?"

Lan Mingxi's voice became serious, and she said seriously: "On behalf of the student council president Lin Zhendong, I invite Ye to join the student council."

"As a reward, Lin Zhendong will lend you a piece of treasure-quality equipment to fight Yagyu Saemon."

"Lend me a piece of treasure-quality equipment?"

Ye Chonglou smiled.

"Thank you for the kindness of the student council president. You don't need to borrow any equipment from me. I have my own sword."

"Also, I'm not interested in joining the student union or anything, please go back."

Lan Mingxi said unwillingly: "According to the information from the student union, Yagyu Saemon has obtained an epic-quality sword called Youdao Onimaru, which is very powerful."

"If you fight against him tomorrow, it will be extremely disadvantageous!"

Ye Chonglou waved his hand, and said disapprovingly: "So that weird and fierce sword is called Yaodao Guiwan?"

"I see. I have my own way to deal with Liu Sheng."

Seeing that Ye Chonglou refused to enter, Lan Mingxi stomped her feet angrily.

"Student Ye, you are too arrogant, and you will regret it later."

Before Lan Mingxi left, she glanced at Ye Chonglou's broken sky sword.

"The new equipment you changed is just to enhance the quality, not even high-level equipment."

"No matter how strong your swordsmanship is, it won't help if your saber and demon sword Onimaru shatter at the touch of a finger!"

Immediately.

Lan Mingxi snorted and left angrily.

"The Broken Sky Sword?"

Ye Chonglou touched the hilt of the sword at his waist with his palm.

A gorgeous brand-new broken sky sword.

An ancient and dilapidated black broken sword.

"Everyone in the world has no eyesight. They only see the Broken Sky Sword, but they don't know my black Broken Sword."

Ye Chonglou shook his head.

Who would have thought that the most inconspicuous black broken sword was actually Ye Chonglou's best weapon, and it was of epic quality!

Dongfang Ziyue asked: "Chonglou, let me get you a precious sword."

Lei Ji said proudly: "That guy Lin Zhendong doesn't know what a stinky fart is, stinky man, as long as you open your mouth, treasure-quality equipment will not be a problem!"

Ye Chonglou smiled faintly: "No need, I still have swords, and I'm more used to using my own."

in the afternoon.

The melee of the fighter qualifiers has begun.

A student of the warrior profession entered the arena and stepped onto the ring.

There are many boys in this profession.

Girls are less common.

Most of the students are big and thick, with a burly figure, shirtless and bareback, showing their strong muscles.

They wore strong clothes, or wore copper rings on their arms, or bandaged their hands, or their eyes were scarlet, and their bodies were covered with scars.

Ye Chonglou glanced at the students on the ring, and said in a low voice, "Warrior, Qigong master, Martial Daoist..."

"Hey, how many monks are there?"

Ye Chonglou saw that among the many soldiers, there were several students wearing bamboo hats, holding tin staffs, and wearing monk robes.

Lei Ji was well-informed and answered, "That's a student from Kyoto College. He should have advanced to become a Dharma Protector, a special profession among warriors."

"Dharma Protector King Kong?"

Ye Chonglou murmured.

There is such a profession?

It sounds like a monk in Buddhism.

Dongfang Ziyue said: "They should have gone to the Shingon sect in Koyasan for advanced training. They practiced with the "Diamond Sutra" day and night, and changed their jobs to become Dharma Guardian King Kong."

"interesting."

Ye Chonglou touched his chin and couldn't help nodding.

The host raised the microphone and shouted: "Okay, the exciting moment is coming again, let us look forward to a fist-to-hand melee!"

Fighter qualifiers, start! ! .

Chapter 109 You Tian Bagua 64 Palms, Tiangang Remnant Foot

The moment the voice just hit the ground.

Fight, explode with one touch!

This is the qualifier for fighters.

It is different from the elegant, noble, pleasing to the eye, and somewhat tepid magician melee~.

The melee of fighters is close combat, punching to the flesh.

The moment the host announced the start of the battle.

Nearly [-]% of the fighters in the ring were the first to activate the [Song of War] skill to buff their own attributes.

The remaining [-]% of the fighters either choose to defend and hold their shields high, or choose to attack directly and swing their broadswords.

The last [-]% of fighters are special professions.

Their means are richer and more powerful.

"Crazy!"

A dozen berserkers let out a low growl, their eyes were scarlet, and they entered a berserk state.

"Tiger Fiend Fist!!"

A Martial Daoist rushed forward with a stride, approached a warrior, waved his fists, and blasted him.

The fist was powerful and ferocious, making a sound like a tiger's howl, hitting the warrior's indestructible armor.

A loud bang.

An extremely clear fist mark was dented in the armor.

"Strong wall!"

The warrior's eyes were wide open, his arms covered his head, and he launched a defense-enhancing skill.

"You Tian Bagua 64 palms!"

The martial artist immediately changed his strategy and switched to a different skill.

With agile and mysterious footwork, he sprinted on both legs, swaying afterimages one after another, his figure surrounded the warrior, and he kept clapping his hands, hitting the joints of the warrior's armor.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The sound of striking metal with the palm is endless.

all of a sudden.

The figure of the Martial Daoist seemed to be divided into 64 strokes, and he struck 64 palms in just a few breaths.

Each palm contains a huge force of [-] jin. When you beat a cow across a mountain, the force penetrates into the inside.

When the Martial Daoist closed his hands and stood aside, this warrior in heavy armor slammed into more than 60 air waves.

The thick and sturdy armor disintegrated with a click.

The fighters inside were sent flying by the force of the palm, trembling in mid-air, and finally fell out of the ring.

"Beautiful! What a powerful palm technique!!"

Ye Chonglou sighed in admiration.

On the audience stage, cheers continued.

People were excited to see it.

This is the real battle!

Before the martial artist who performed Youtian Bagua 64 palms had time to stop, a berserker rushed over.

He spread his wings like a white crane, and moved away in the air.

In the melee, special professions shine.

Ye Chonglou saw a qigong master cast a vajra mask, and was besieged by four or five warriors, unable to break through the defense.

There are several berserkers, like beasts, who have already eliminated more than a dozen fighters.

In the warrior profession, in terms of momentum and madness, no one can match the berserker.