Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Is this the answer sheet you handed in this year at the Spiritual Academy?"

"It's really good."

"Ok?"

Yuan Qingshan looked at the scene in front of him, and smiled angrily: "This year's freshmen, if you don't count the Mo Academy, it is your Spiritual Academy that has grabbed the most talents."

"Look at Lingwu, and then look at the military academy."

"Even Jiangbei College, Jiangnan College."

"Ah..."

With a sneer and panting, Yuan Qingshan's hands were trembling in anger: "The shame is simply the biggest shame in the more than a hundred years since the establishment of the Lingnian Academy!"

"When the resources of the human race were scarce and the pressure from the outside world was so great, which one of the students who came out of the Spiritual Academy could not be called a hero?"

"It's really getting back to life!"

"Are you right about the pioneers who awakened the spirit, right about the countless heroic spirits who suppressed demons, and right about those who went to die alone in the demon realm?"

He patted the table hard and took a deep breath: "You guys have to deal with this matter yourself, solve it!"

"Two days later, in the next round of the group arena, if your Spirituality student still has this virtue, I will apply to the higher authorities to lower the weight of your Spirituality Academy."

"The honor you once lost, you can get it back no matter how you lose it!"

After finishing speaking, Yuan Qingshan's face turned livid, and he stopped talking.

Qian Shu's forehead was covered with sweat.

Standing up and bowing deeply to Yuan Qingshan, he hurriedly walked to the backstage, talking to those students continuously.

"Although there are a little more problems with Lingnian this year, it doesn't stop there."

"After all, recruiting so many new students in one go, just assigning teachers, sorting out student materials, and summarizing the direction of development will consume a lot of time."

"The teacher leads a lot of students. It's only been more than a month. It's not bad to be able to do this."

"It always takes time."

"Except that Wu Qianqiu was really surprising, the others are pretty good."

After Qian Shu left, Qi Changshan opened his mouth and spoke fairly.

Xu Yuanqing was still gagged, but nodded in agreement.

Yuan Qingshan's expression is still not particularly good-looking, but it is much stronger than before: "You are from the Propaganda Department, you know shit about education."

"And you, what are you nodding!"

"Although they can't see too much now, this kind of deliberate handsomeness has become their habit, and sooner or later it will kill them!"

"It's okay to be handsome, but it takes time."

"Like that guy."

Yuan Qingshan casually pointed to a young man on the ring, the awakened object was a wisp of fire.

At this time, the flames are running gracefully, forming a curtain.

"Don't look at his second sleep, believe it or not, even when I wake up, I can instantly kill him!"

"The spread of flames is of no use except to look good."

"I just rushed forward and punched him in the face, isn't he confused?"

"If it goes on like this, the graduates of the School of Spirituality will only be able to act in movies."ъ

As he spoke coldly, Yuan Qingshan sighed faintly.

"After all, the rear environment of the human race is well protected."

"If they don't stand on the front line and witness the scene with their own eyes, they will never truly understand what the human race...is facing."

"Ugh."

With a sigh, Yuan Qingshan was a little weak.

Qi Changshan also recovered his silence.

Only Xu Yuanqing blinked his eyes as if he wanted to say something, but was simply ignored.

"Hey, it's Mo Academy's turn finally."

"Looking forward to this year's performance."

"..."

"It's this cripple."

"Forget it, wait for another one."

Looking at the numbers and names on the big screen, the eyes of the two old men lit up, but they quickly regained their composure.

With a sunny smile on his face, Zhao Zicheng manipulated the wheelchair to stop in front of the ring.

"Please carry me up, thank you."

Looking at the two staff not far away, he said politely.

Just like that, under everyone's gaze, Zhao Zicheng was carried onto the ring with a wheelchair, and smiled and waved to the audience.

On the other side is a student of Lingwu Academy.

A little tangled, but more, it is looking forward to.

Although hitting a disabled person in a wheelchair is not very good after all, but...

Finally able to take revenge.

At the moment when the game officially started, the roar of the tiger sounded.

The man charged at Zhao Zicheng.

The ground was trampled.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Zhao Zicheng watched calmly, without any thought of avoiding it, and even looked at the man with encouragement in his eyes.

The moment that person finally approached him, a sandbag appeared out of thin air.

The man landed a punch and hit the sandbag.

Then...

His face was flushed, and he was a little excited.

Feeling the energy from the feedback and the inexplicable sense of enjoyment, the strong man landed another punch.

Double the stimulus.

It's just that when he punched the third time, the energy... was gone.

"Do you still want it? Please."

Zhao Zicheng spoke softly, lowering his voice.

"dream!"

The strong man gradually regained his senses, growled, and punched again. He raised his hand at the same time as the tiger behind him, and shot at Zhao Zicheng.

The result is...

With the roar of the engine, a sprint bypasses the strong man and runs away.

Only sandbags are left behind.

"Stupid, follow me!"

Wanton smile.

The strong man gritted his teeth and chased after him.

Sometimes Zhao Zicheng slowed down to give the strong man some hope, and sometimes accelerated to make him despair.

Just when the strong man held back his strength and was about to explode, he finally caught up and punched with all his strength, but was stopped by a sandbag.

Also fired back...

then...

pain.

It feels like bones are falling apart.

On the other hand, Zhao Zicheng drove the wheelchair away again meanly, and gave out a mean smile.

The originally handsome or passionate fighting scene, with the appearance of Mo Academy personnel, the style of the painting is distorted again.

Yu Sheng stood under the ring, watching this scene, his eyes brightened.

Take out the notepad again and write carefully.

Some useful little knowledge has been added.

No one knows what kind of person Yu Sheng will grow into when he masters the contents of the notepad one day.

It's like a sponge, frantically absorbing all the water that is beneficial to itself.

Just some water...

Not quite right.

The match lasted for 10 minutes and ended with the strong man exhausted and foaming at the mouth.

And Zhao Zicheng was still sitting gracefully in the wheelchair, gently waving the feather fan.

"While talking and laughing, the mast and scull were wiped out in ashes."

Muttering a little boringly, Zhao Zicheng ended up.

Only a larger group of boos remained.

At the judges' table, Yuan Qingshan and Qi Changshan looked at each other, speechless for a while.

In the end, his eyes fell on Xu Yuanqing.

"It's not him, this student, he can't teach it."

"Which teacher's masterpiece is it?"

The two explored seriously.

On the other side, on the screen, Yu Sheng's name appeared.

opponent...

Jiangbei College.

"Boss Yu, crush them."

"Be fierce and strive for instant kill!"

"Let them see the strength of my Mo Academy."

Zhao Zicheng cheered on Yu Sheng's back, which attracted strange eyes from all the students.

This... you deserve to say it?

Yu Sheng took back the notepad, walked towards the ring with a solemn expression.

……

(Brothers, I have insisted...Fourteen days and five changes, I am physically and mentally exhausted, and the whole person is useless, please give me a reward, encourage and encourage, and give him ten days and a half months, like me A model worker-level author, isn’t it very touching... Come on, use rewards to irrigate me, not internal things...)

(By the way, Yu Sheng's solo show starts tomorrow.)