Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Your grandson is here, and you're talking like you don't know."

"Some people are really talented. They were obviously two years behind me, but they ended up on top of our seniors."

"You still have to control us, screaming old things one by one, alas."

Yuan Qingshan didn't panic at all, and sighed faintly, with just the right amount of loneliness in his eyes.

Qi Changshan nodded in agreement, but his tone was still cold: "Well, I still remember that when I first entered school, I was a tiger-headed tiger-headed man, and everyone I saw was called brother, and then the only thing left was a pair of underpants, which were hung on the tree at the entrance of the college."

"Nonsense, you must remember, that frankly you hung it yourself!"

"At that time, the old principal rewarded you with three credits!"

"I have a cold face every day, and I look very serious. What the fuck is faster than me. I didn't even realize it, and I was hung up by you!"

When this matter was mentioned, Yuan Qingshan opened his mouth and scolded.

Qi Changshan returned to silence, looked at the ring, without saying a word.

Only Sun Yingxiong blushed, coughed twice, resolutely withdrew his thoughts of offending these two old rascals, and watched the show with peace of mind.

Sometimes, it's more fun to watch the screen.

At least no one blamed himself.

Quietly.

"But you said before that one is against a hundred, and now it is against the rules."

Qi Changshan spoke suddenly.

Yuan Qingshan chuckled: "What I've been talking about before is Mo Academy. When did I mention Yu Sheng alone? Everything is their own guess."

"In the end, they don't want to take advantage of this, so they can't suffer such a big loss."

"If you lift a rock and shoot yourself in the foot, who can be blamed?"

Qi Changshan recalled it carefully, then nodded slightly.

The two elderly people who add up to nearly 200 years old look like children, watching the excitement.

……

"are you ready?"

In mid-air, Liujue asked again.

No one responded.

But the atmosphere in the arena gradually became solemn.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on everyone in the Mo Academy, waiting for the moment when the competition started.

The pressure is just too much.

Just for the rest of their lives, they can't hold their heads up.

Zhao Zicheng, who is sitting in a wheelchair, is an auxiliary awakening object, and can be among the top eight.

The rest of these people...

Especially that Mu Yu, it is said that Mu Yu was the strongest when he entered school.

There is even a Four Senses...

The pressure is too great.

An unfair game has become fair again.

"Boss Yu, hehe, let me show you that we haven't slacked off even in the hospital bed this month."

Sun Wen in the back shook his long flowing hair, rummaged in his pocket, took out a cheerleading whistle, something that would pop out when he blew it, and threw it on the stretcher.

"No, it's specially prepared for you."

"It's kind of involved."

"Good job!"

"When we fight in a while, blow louder!"

He said with a teasing smile, seeing Zhao Zicheng's face gradually darken, Sun Wen shut up decisively, and looked forward very sensiblely.

"Team competition..."

"start!!"

With a cry, Artest jumped up like a chariot with an indomitable momentum.

In mid-air, Mu Yu flicked the chain, and the tombstone was accurately thrown into Artest's hands.

It fell suddenly.

The floor was shattered, and the gravel splashed in all directions, causing explosive damage.

"then!"

Artest roared and threw the tombstone back.

Mu Yu shook the chain, and the tombstone landed steadily in front of him, while he took a step forward, constantly sketching on the tombstone.

Wisps of black air spread.

Lin Xiaoxiao was sitting on Dabai's body, holding a spear in his hand at some point, like a dog knight, rampaging through the crowd, flying everywhere he passed.

Even so far, Yu Sheng has not made a move, but just stood there silently.

Sun Wen was the most leisurely, taking a step back and sitting beside the stretcher.

He took out a whistle of the same style, put it in his mouth, and blew it hard.

The sound is harsh.

"Brothers, come on!"

"Old Zhao, you play too!"

While shouting, he also looked at Zhao Zicheng puzzled, as if he was wondering why you didn't blow it.

"So embarrassing..."

Zhao Zicheng whistled, covered his face, and blew twice.

After working so hard for a month in the group arena, the iron-blooded tough guy and the blood-colored double evil figure that I finally created were gone in such a short half a minute.

Well done, are the hospital beds uncomfortable...

Why did I suffer this crime.

"Haha, that's right."

"Come on, blow the two together, it will be more powerful!"

Sun Wen laughed, put his own into Zhao Zicheng's hand, took out a machete from his backpack, and charged at the crowd.

Yu Sheng stood where he was, looking at the few people who only showed their backs to him, Yu Sheng smiled lightly.

"Is this the classmate mentioned on the Internet..."

"It seems more meaningful to win the trophy together."

Whispering, Yu Sheng slowly stretched out his right hand, and an iron rod fell from the sky, held in his hand, and appeared in the sky above the center of the crowd in the next second, and the iron rod smashed down hard.

The two teachers in mid-air stared straight at this scene, and hurried down.

A stream of energy blocked several of them before throwing them out of the arena.

Obviously, it was the eliminated one who had just been beaten 'to death' by Yu Sheng.

"Your name is Han Jue?"

Artest's eyes glowed red, and he rushed from the crowd, staring at a middle-aged man not far away, roaring and punching him.

Not to be outdone, Han Jue also clenched his fists and confronted, followed by a phantom of a bear.

In terms of hard work, he didn't lose...

'boom! '

With an unbelievable look, Han Jue flew upside down and hit the ground heavily.

Turning over, he gritted his teeth and rushed forward again.

Once, twice, three times...

As if his bones were falling apart, Han Jue half-kneeled on the ground, looking at the hill-like giant opposite.

"You are quite strong."

Artest shook his fist, obviously bumping a few hard punches, and he didn't feel very well.

The arm is numb.

But that's all there is to it.

"Bully Brother Zhao!"

"Bully the rest of my life!"

"I'm so mad!"

Artest muttered incessantly, and slammed his fist on the floor in front of Han Jue. The momentum directly sent him flying upside down, completely losing his ability to move.

"Huh, so... so tired."

Artest panted heavily, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and charged into the crowd again.

In return, the audience was shocked.

Han Jue, such a big hit...

Why did the person who just came out of Mo Academy get down?

You must know that in the previous competitions, even Yu Sheng didn't say that he was going to fight Han Jue, they were all fighting.