Gao Wu: Are you saying that my students are useless?

In an instant, he thought a lot.

It is even suspected that these people may be followers of the Dawn Sect.

He's heard it before.

The followers of the Dawn Sect are a group of brainwashed lunatics who are not afraid of death!

And this kind of unimaginable thing can only be done by those lunatics...

thought here.

Without saying a word, the man immediately erupted with the chilling coercion of a level 3 warrior.

An incomparably powerful aura surged towards them.

After a face-to-face meeting, the few people who were still running wildly felt their eyes go dark for an instant.

He rolled his eyes and passed out.

Seeing this, the man put away his momentum, clapped his hands and said.

"Come here, lock these guys up and ask the comrades from the special service team to have a good trial!"

Chapter 156 Wu Qingqing and An Lan are facing each other

Soon, several staff rushed over.

The few people who were unconscious were dragged down like dead dogs.

"I'm sorry, there was an accident just now, so I was delayed for a while, but it doesn't affect it."

"First of all, let me introduce myself, my name is Xu Biao."

"Next, I will explain the rules to everyone!"

As a level 3 martial artist, Xu Biao didn't use any loudspeaker equipment, and he spoke in a leisurely manner, but his voice was clearly heard by everyone in the backcourt.

Chu Ze could clearly feel the subtle but ubiquitous spiritual fluctuations in the air.

"Immediately the big screen over there will show everyone's numbers, and then those with the same number will be on stage for the first round of competition."

As he spoke, he pointed to the ceiling in the middle of the backcourt, where a huge LCD screen hung.

Rows of names and codes scrolled across the display.

It's a bit like the flight announcements at high-speed rail stations and airports.

"After the first round of competition, the winner will continue to the second round in order until the top 16 is determined, and then the reordering draw will be carried out..."

After explaining some rules of the Martial Arts Conference to everyone, Xu Biao glanced at the clock.

"Okay, everything that needs to be said has been said, adjust your mentality, and come on."

After that, he hurried away again.

After Xu Biao left, everyone hurriedly gathered in front of the big screen in the center of the backcourt, bowed their heads and searched for their names nervously.

"I'm number 22, who else is number 22, let me see..."

"Oh, I'm No. 7, isn't that the seventh to play?"

"What's wrong with playing early? My number 89 is nearing the end."

There are only two hundred people in total, that is to say, they are divided into about one hundred groups. His number 89 is indeed at the end.

"I'll take a look too~"

Hua Qiang rubbed his hands, looking a little nervous and excited.

Just about to get up, I suddenly heard Chu Ze's voice, "No need to go, you are number 62."

Hearing this, Hua Qiang squinted subconsciously, focusing his gaze on a position around 60.

When I saw the number 62, I really found my name.

Absolutely!

"Brother Dean? How do you know?"

He knew that Chu Ze didn't go to join in the fun, and the old god was always sitting in his seat.

"Of course it's for watching." Chu Ze said casually.

As soon as the big screen turned on, he scanned it with mental power.

I am No. 6, which is the sixth to play.

By the way, he also memorized everyone's numbers.

Song Siyao is 71, Chen Wanning is 13, Xiao Yan is 22, Qin Feng is 48...

Fortunately, at least my own people didn't crash the car.

Although the probability is very small, it is naturally best not to have a civil war with each other.

"Sit down and adjust your mentality. Don't be too nervous. The most important thing is to participate."

He also comforted everyone in advance.

Song Siyao is fine, after all, she is already a quasi-level 2 warrior.

And he's still a level 2 Psychiatrist, so unless he meets him in advance, he's basically invincible.

But Xiao Yan and Hua Qiang are not even formal warriors.

The blood value is stuck at an embarrassing 0.99 points.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no registration fee for participating in the competition, Chu Ze wouldn't have let them come.

"I'm not nervous, I just came here to join in the fun~"

Hua Qiang smiled, but he was very open-minded.

With the elder brother of the dean here, I came here by myself only to gain insight.

Besides, he's only 19 now.

It's really not good, and it will be the same when I come back two years later.

......

At the leader's seat of the Martial Arts Conference.

A woman who looked to be in her early 20s was frowning slightly at this time.

Her red hair fell like seaweed, her tight combat jacket outlined her mature figure, her slender legs were wrapped in black silk stockings, and her shoulders were as flawless as white jade.

Looking up, it is the pure white jade neck and the delicate features on the oval face.

The military cap on her head confirmed her identity - Major General of the Rongcheng Military Region!

(Wu Qingqing)

"Dawn Sect?"

"Just a suspicion! Not sure yet..."

Hearing Xu Biao's report, Wu Qingqing's already indifferent face added a bit of chill.

In the lavender eyes, a murderous intent flashed past.

After a while, Wu Qingqing said in a deep voice, "Since there are only a few first-level fighters, you can just find two colleagues from the special service team and torture them."

"Ok."

Xu Biao nodded, and hurriedly retreated from the leadership seat.

"What's the matter, Qingqing, what happened?"

Yang Guopeng next to him came over and asked kindly with a smile.

As a social butterfly in Rongcheng, Yang Guopeng can make friends with anyone.

No, it should be said that I have gambled twice with everyone.

For example, Wu Qingqing once lost to him a dragon-carved wooden tea table...

"It's nothing, just a small problem." Wu Qingqing shook her head.

To her, a few suspected Dawn Sects are nothing more than worth mentioning.

But as soon as she finished speaking, an untimely voice sounded in her ear.

"Hehe, some people also talked about a small problem last time, but the city defense department was almost trampled by the strange beast~"

Wu Qingqing looked sideways at the speaker, and it was rare to see a trace of sullenness on her pretty face without any expression.

"Professor An doesn't have to worry about that, you just take care of yourself."

"After all, you are the youngest professor at the North Qing Academy of Martial Arts. You live a pampered life every day. It's normal to be sensitive to those beasts outside the city~"

Hearing this, An Lan's breath suddenly froze.

"Pampered and respected? Wu, what do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything, that's what it means."

"What does that mean? What? Do you want to mean it to me?"

"I didn't mean that. If you think that's what it means, then that's what it means."

"..."

One is the female teacher Yujie, and the other is the female general Leng Sa.

At this time, it was like the tip of a needle pointing at a wheat awn, refusing to give an inch.

in the air.

The two groups of auras that were as powerful as water and fire collided and clashed several times, forming a huge vortex of aura.

Inexplicably, gusts of wind blew up on the field, blowing the hearts of several people around them into panic.

Especially Li Yongjun, the vice president of the Martial Arts Association, even the wig on top of his head was blown away, revealing a glistening marinated egg.

"I'm Zhuo! My lifeblood!" Li Yongjun was extremely anxious, stepped on his left foot and stepped on his right foot, and flew towards the wig in the sky.

Seeing the two women's rising air waves, the people next to them couldn't help but blacken their foreheads.

Why are these two ancestors pinching each other again?

Can't watch the game in peace?

Drinking tea like us, bragging, and commenting on nothing, how comfortable it is.

Moreover.

Aren't your An family and Wu family good friends from generation to generation?

How did you come to this generation, why did you start pulling each other's hair as soon as you met?

And Yang Guopeng, who was originally sitting between the two women, acted as a mediator.

Before everyone was paying attention, he picked up a stool and hid in the seat that originally belonged to Li Yongjun.

"Cough...you two stop fighting."

In the end, it was Feng Dongsheng who couldn't stand it anymore, so he interrupted the farce.

If the two really want to fight in the gymnasium, then there is no need to compete in the martial arts competition.

He is still waiting to see his future lover show off his hands~

Chapter 157 My son Zhikang looks like a great emperor!

"Yes, Professor Feng..."

"Good old Feng."

Wu Qingqing and An Lan still have to save face for this veteran spiritual master.

They sat back in their original positions, snorted coldly at each other, and stopped talking to each other.

"It has to be Old Feng~"