Super Seminary: Start by making up the three seafood generals!

…………Time passed, and several days went by in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Xin, who has recovered somewhat and is able to move freely, stands alone in a valley, looking at the battle on the sky.

Today is the first round of the top four qualifying round of the World Martial Arts Tournament, which is Piccolo VS someone.

Zhao Xin already had an idea of ​​the outcome of this battle, and in fact, it ended up just as he had guessed.

"boom!!"

The battle process of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament was being broadcasted on the screen, accompanied by Piccolo's quick, accurate and fierce punch.

The top four contestant whose name the readers couldn't even remember had his head explode like an apple with a loud thump of a fist.

The scarlet blood stained Piccolo's shoulder.

"Let us congratulate player Piccolo... for getting the ticket to the finals!" Passerby A's excited voice sounded nearby.

After winning the match, Piccolo took the microphone handed to him by Passerby A with a wanton smile on his face. His disdainful look was clearly broadcast throughout the entire Super God Universe under the projection of the sky.

Piccolo's voice also came from the sky.

"I still say that indigenous people are indigenous people. You are indigenous people for one day and you will be indigenous people for the rest of your life."

"You are so complacent after receiving mercy from the strong and winning a game. In my eyes, you are just a bunch of... trash!"

Piccolo said, placing his palm on his chest with his thumb pointing downward.

"boom!!"

The sky suddenly closed at this moment.

…………Although Piccolo disappeared, the Super God Universe just became lively again because of his words.

"Who does he think he is, a bitch!" Such a recognizable voice is undoubtedly cold.

"Damn, so crazy!" Liu Chuang spat on the ground.

Kaisha silently raised the silver sword and looked at the sky with unfriendly eyes.

Carl, wearing a cloak, had a gentle expression on his face that froze for a moment, but soon recovered. "As expected... the theocracy era will only be eliminated. I must be ready to welcome the arrival of the sequence era!"

In the valley, Zhao Xin clenched his fists and looked at the sky, his eyes fixed on Piccolo's photo.

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind him.

"Are you angry?"

"Useless anger is not the doing of the strong!"

Zhao Xin turned his head and looked over. A flash of surprise flashed across his eyes. "It's you?"

In the distance, Ye Lingyun was seen armed, with his hands behind his back. After just a few steps, he came to Zhao Xin's side.

"Thank you for the previous game." Zhao Xin said, touching his head.

Ye Lingyun shook his head. "You don't have to thank me. That was the rule I set. Since you blocked it, I have to accept the loss."

"It is not the act of the strong to betray their principles!"

Listening to Ye Lingyun's very recognizable words, Zhao Xin smiled and touched his nose.

"Are you here to find me?"

"Of course!" Ye Lingyun nodded.

"Because of the unfinished battle?" Zhao Xin guessed, a trace of worry flashed deep in his heart. To be honest, Zhao Xin did not want to fight with Ye Lingyun at this time.

There are two reasons. First, his body has not fully recovered yet, which is not good for the battle. Second, in a few days, Zhao Xin and Wang Dadong will fight. If he fights Ye Lingyun at this time,

It will definitely affect the subsequent state. If it affects the game, the loss will outweigh the gain.

As if seeing Zhao Xin's worry, Ye Lingyun put his hands behind his back, slowly walked to Zhao Xin's side, and placed his hands on his shoulders.

"Fight you? No!"

(I have something to do today, so I have to take a day off. I can only write 1,000 words. I am very sorry to disappoint everyone.)