[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

How could it be possible that Zhang Qi didn't know about the Confederation College hegemony competition? Even during the holidays, he was a little embarrassed because he guessed the result, but if Yang Jing knew, he would definitely participate. Although it was just a competition, his fists and feet had no eyes , it is impossible to survive a fight unscathed, and this competition is a rare opportunity to show their faces, and the students are all working hard.

Now that Yang Jing brought the phone, looking through the screen, his eyes were shining like stars in the night sky. At the time of combination, Zhang Qi guessed why he came back.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Qi was rarely distracted, and the other two people in the room shortened the report tactfully, "The heads of each regiment applied to watch the Confederation Academy's hegemony competition, and wanted to absorb some fresh blood."

Zhang Qi rubbed his fingers on the table and did not speak, because after hearing the words "competition for hegemony", he took a deep look at the person who was giving the report under his eyes.

The person below was stared at stiffly, and he couldn't figure it out. Obviously, every year the heads of the regiments would go to observe the competition, and the application was just a process. How could it be so difficult to get approved this year.

After a while, Zhang Qi gave a slight grace.

That person knew that it would be difficult to report to work today, so he suppressed some trivial matters later, and went out.

Ordinary taxis are naturally not as fast as Zhang Qiqingyan, and the comfort level is beyond comparison. When Yang Jing arrived home, it was almost dark, and when he was looking at him, he was not as excited as he was at the beginning, but grinning and rubbing his lips. Neck, if you look closely, you can see that his head is stiffly tilted to a certain angle.

Standing in the living room, Zhang Qi saw him come in funny, the corner of his mouth twitched, "What's wrong?"

Yang Jing complained: "I fell asleep in the car, and my neck hurts after waking up, so I can only maintain this angle."

Zhang Qi was speechless, walked over and took him to the sofa, put one hand on the back of his neck, tentatively pinched a few places with his fingers, until he pinched a certain place, Yang Jing screamed, "Just Then, lightly, lightly!"

Zhang Qi paused, then spread out his palms and kneaded them with moderate strength.

Yang Jing felt a more direct pain instead of the original dull pain, like an electric current traveling through the whole body along the bones, the place on the neck covered by the palm was warm and comfortable, he couldn't bear it. Stop humming.

It wasn't until Yang Jing felt that it was almost done that he remembered that he hadn't done his business, and couldn't help muttering in his heart. He hurriedly pushed Zhang Qi to let him pause first, then turned around, facing him, and didn't know how to start. He simply handed over the terminal and said bluntly, "Please sign."

Zhang Qi lowered his eyes and glanced at him, then looked up at Yang Jing again.

Yang Jing didn't understand what he meant, so he could only explain, "Our college is holding a competition for ancient martial arts abilities. This is the registration form, and parents need to sign..." When it came to the four words signed by the parents, Yang Jing He always felt like he was back in elementary school. After taking the test papers home, the parents signed them. He coughed, and then said: "It's just a competition, and there is no danger. I look good and want to participate."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Qi said lightly, "I know."

Yang Jing suddenly had a feeling that his breath was stuck in his chest. Seeing that Zhang Qi didn't intend to sign, he couldn't help but continue to say: "Help me, you also know that I am too lazy to get involved with the Academy of Sciences, so I can only find you... "

Zhang Qi was softened by the meaning hidden in Yang Jing's words. The word "family" was about to come out, and a slight smile appeared in his eyes, "College Cup competition?"

Seeing that his attitude softened, Yang Jing nodded quickly, "Yes, yes."

The bony fingers rubbed against the edge of the terminal, "What if I disagree?"

Yang Jing was shocked, "Why don't you agree?"

"No matter what, fists and feet have no eyes, and they won't be unscathed. I don't want you to participate."

Yang Jing couldn't stand seeing him attacking with tenderness, "But I want to participate."

Zhang Qi didn't speak immediately, but Yang Jing persisted and finally persuaded him.

Zhang Qi signed Long Feifengwu's name on the terminal and confirmed his identity. After signing, he handed the terminal back, and couldn't help telling, "It must be said in advance, you are not allowed to be brave, otherwise I have the right to forcibly terminate the game .”

Yang Jing didn't listen to the second half of his sentence, he was happy, and then he handed in the registration form immediately, fearing that he would miss the registration deadline.

Now Yang Jing was preoccupied with the hegemony competition, and couldn't stop studying at all. After finishing the registration form, he simply didn't go back to school, but stayed in the nightmare forest, begging Zhang Qi to take him into the forest for leveling all day long.

Zhang Qi only thought that he was honing his skills, so he followed suit and guided him, "Your qualities are relatively balanced, your speed is not slow but not as fast as those with speed-type abilities, and your strength is not enough, but you His ability is quite special, but he can take a slant with his sword..."

Yang Jing was driven by Zhang Qi's explanation and wanted to have a fight right away, so he sent an invitation to Zhang Qi to compete. The latter thought about it and agreed.

Zhang Qi is a dual-cultivator of different martial arts, and his ability is also a thunder-type ability with powerful attack power. Although Yang Jing's Dongming Qiankun can seal the enemy, but for those with disparity in strength, the chance of success is still not high. He can only rely on shadow monsters And white jade ginseng essence, and then assist swordsmanship Wushuang Wuji.

Zhang Qi was afraid of hurting Yang Jing, so he almost only used ancient martial arts to deal with him, but Yang Jing also had an advantage, that is, he could quickly heal his wounds and restore his blood with Qi Refining and Transforming God, which even Zhang Qi didn't know. The two of you come and go, but they can entangle for a while.

Yang Jing's actual combat ability is scum in front of Zhang Qi. Although the two seem to be evenly matched, Yang Jing knows that he has used all the moves, but he is still at a disadvantage. I don't remember whether the knife was light or heavy, Yang Jing's eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness for a moment.

Zhang Qi caught Yang Jing's limp body expressionlessly, and when Yang Jing recovered, he explained seriously, "On the battlefield, you must keep your eyes on the enemy, and don't let him disappear from your sight. And don't let him get around behind your back."

Yang Jing gritted his teeth secretly, thinking that it's easier said than done, you move so fast, even if I want to, I can't.

Seeming to see what the other party was thinking, Zhang Qi slowly shook his head, "You still have little actual combat experience, but fortunately, all the students in the Confederation College competition are as inexperienced as you."

In the next few days, Zhang Qi accompanied Yang Jing to practice and guide. Yang Jing didn't feel anything at first, but gradually he found that he had indeed improved compared to before. Also used to keep up with each other's movements.

Soon, the competition audition began, and Yang Jing returned to school with the mentality of eager to try and flex his muscles.

Nearly [-]% of the people in the Federal Academy possess ancient martial arts or supernatural powers, so there are really many people who signed up for the competition. In the beginning, they had to audition and draw lots to eliminate them in groups. This is also more about luck. If the first round Just met the winner of this year, so I can only consider myself unlucky.

The abilities of the participating students are mixed, some of them are put into the mercenary group at the moment, and they can all be selected as excellent, while some of them are weak in ability, but they may be praised by the people around them because of their status, and they don't know how important they are.

In Yang Jing's first game, he met the latter.

The audition was nothing to watch, and the people who came to watch the competition were hands-on. Yang Jing was alone and never had any friends. Some members of the elite group could be considered friends, but he always felt that there was no need for an audition to disturb them.

The other party was just the opposite of him. The whole venue was surrounded by his relatives and friends, cheering him up, and even girls formed a cheerleading team, shouting slogans.

When the man came out, Yang Jing also understood why this happened. The man who came was a very tall and handsome boy with handsome features and a smile as warm as the sun. Yang Jing didn't know him, but he knew Yang Jing, and said with a smile: "I really don't know if it's my luck or your misfortune. I actually met the young master of the Yang family in the first scene."

Judging by his temperament, he should be a member of a family. Although what he said made people angry, his voice was not contemptuous, as if he was telling a fact plainly. For some reason, Yang Jing didn't hate this person.

As soon as the man's voice fell, there were cheers one after another outside the arena. He smiled and waved to everyone, and the corners of his mouth slightly opened, revealing the dimples on his cheeks.

The game bell rang, and the venue was instantly quiet.

Yang Jing's eyes were fixed on the other party, and he saw that the man's chest was straightened, and his whole body rose into the air. The next moment, a special gun appeared in his hand.

Because the use of lethal thermal weapons is not allowed in the competition, but some people have special abilities and have to use firearms to assist them. Finally, a compromise method is adopted. This kind of marked weapon can be used. When the other party's chest and head are marked with three bullets above, the judge loses.

It stands to reason that the man floated into the air with a burst weapon in his hand. Unless the people below were fast enough, it would be difficult to escape. When the man took out the gun, everyone present, including the referee, would have expected it Without Yang Jing, he would lose.

Yang Jing saw that the man's supernatural ability was floating, not some unimaginable ability, but he felt relieved. With a wave of one hand, he instinctively shot a hole in the sky. Before he hit the target, his body was already running across the field. It moved, and at the same time recruited umbral monsters.

He didn't expect that Dongming Qiankun would succeed all at once, and he stretched out his hand to prepare for the second attack, but saw the man's movement of holding the weapon freeze, and then his body fell out of midair uncontrollably.

With a bang, Yang Jing was in pain because of the sound.

The people present didn't understand what happened for a moment, but when they realized it, his cheerleaders yelled distressedly, and some almost rushed into the venue.

Yang Jing showed no mercy, and rushed to the man before the seal was lifted, drew out the Consonance Sword and held it against the man's neck.

The screams outside the court were deafening, mixed with a lot of cursing, and the referee had to announce that Yang Jing won.

At the moment when the referee's voice fell, girls who couldn't help but rushed over outside the court, gathered beside the man, expressing their concern.

Yang Jing, the victor, was ignored and pushed aside.

The man looked at Yang Jing through the gap. Although his face was disheveled, his eyes were clear, and he said in a hearty voice: "I underestimated you, I hope you can pass five levels and kill six generals, otherwise it will appear that I am too useless." Are you capable?"

Yang Jing glanced at the man again, thinking that it was not unreasonable for him to be liked by so many people.