A different way of living in interstellar rebirth

"Retire, we retire!" Principal Philip ran out anxiously, shouting as he ran, attracting everyone's attention.

Ke Mio, who had already equipped his mecha and was about to enter the ring, was taken aback by Principal Philip who ran out madly. He stopped and looked in the direction that Principal Philip was running towards.

"Komeo, don't go, we've retired, we've all retired, there's no need to compete anymore." Philip ran towards the staff, yelling at Comeo as he ran.

Ke Mio pursed his lips. He was always unwilling to admit defeat, especially just now when his companion was seriously injured, and his life and death were still uncertain, so he flinched like this.

"What? Xibei star's coward, just retired from the competition, go back and find your mother to breastfeed, the kid who is still wearing crotch pants." The blue-haired woman smiled arrogantly, thinking that she would kill a few more , and it's over?It must be too boring!

Ke Mio clenched his fists, engaged in a battle between heaven and man in his heart, and also weighed the strength gap between himself and his opponent.

"Hey, you should be the kind of man who can have children, right? Haha!" The blue-haired woman stood in the middle of the ring, and every word she said stimulated Ke Mio's nerves.

Ke Mio stepped onto the ring, and Principal Philip was still anxiously explaining something to the staff, completely unaware that what he was worried about had happened.

He hasn't forgotten his purpose of coming here, he has to do something, isn't life just a big gamble!

At this time, Wan Qijue looked up and down the boy who talked like a mosquito, which was interesting. Although he didn't like Arnold, and by the way, he didn't like to see Kemiou, but generally speaking, Kemiou was still a down-to-earth and restrained person. A person, step by step from a commoner to today, his perseverance is unmatched by ordinary people, I am afraid he is not such a pompous person, who is this boy?Marsali's, or the Emperor's?

"Xiao Jue, you are here to watch the situation of the second prince. I will go to see what's going on with Principal Philip. We can't have any more casualties." Wan Chengfeng was already powerless to complain about this mission, and he could already think of going back. How much turmoil will be caused after arriving on Xibei Star.

"No, you stay here, I'll go see Ke Miou." Wan Tujue did not agree, "Don't worry, I will bring him back safely."

For his younger brother, Wan Chengfeng has an inexplicable sense of trust. His younger brother has grown to the point where he no longer needs his protection. "Be careful, your safety is the most important thing."

"Kemio is so powerful, he will definitely win, so you don't need to pretend to be kind!" The boy said dissatisfied, with his nostrils upturned and his eyes looking at the ceiling.

This kind of low-handed method, this kind of mindless person, could not be sent by the queen, Wan Qijue touched his chin, ignored him, and walked straight out, the boy clenched his fists and followed.

"Hey, what did you do? He stole your fiancé, what are you doing saving him!" The boy's voice was very low, but he was also gnashing his teeth.

"Only if he is still alive, the old emperor has no time to stare at me." Wan Tujue took the time to squint. Who sent this person? He is so stupid. Isn't he afraid of delaying things when he comes?

The boy didn't follow, stomped off in the other direction, and disappeared into the crowd.

Smolin is accompanying Prince Mohammed from the first-class star to visit this grand event. This master is the only person in the entire universe who can compete with Dickens. His planet Grace is the only planet that Datura does not accept orders.

The atmosphere was just right, but it was interrupted by a noise. Principal Philip was arguing with the staff. He is racing against time now, and Xibei Star can no longer afford to lose it.

"We're going to retire, we won't take part, we won't take part." Philip used up all his luck in this trip, and the only thing left was bad luck.

"What's so noisy?" Mo Silin hated that this group of people had no winks, they couldn't even settle a Xibei star, and they came here to embarrass him.

"President, Prince, people from Star Xibei said they will withdraw from the competition." A staff member was so frightened that he broke out in sweat. How could the president and the prince happen to be here.

"Retirement? That means giving up the ranks of second-class stars," Prince Mohammed said lightly, without expression or emotion, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"Yes, that's it. We're going to retire." Philip calmed down and said firmly.

A loud "boom" attracted everyone's attention.

"What's the matter!" Smolin's face turned blue with anger, what's going on all over the place!

Prince Muhammad glanced at the source of the voice and walked over, Moslin had to follow.

The medical staff have already carried Ke Mio down with the broken arm. This is not a big problem. The broken arm can be connected, but there may be some impact.

"President, people from Xibei Star broke the protective cover." The staff member looked like he was about to cry, and the protective cover couldn't be opened until one side gave up. This person was too rough, and kicked the protective cover open Well, what did you eat to grow up? This is a protective shield that can withstand the strength of a heavenly fighter!

"Is it you? You broke the shield?" Prince Mohammed took a step forward, "Xibei Star? It sounds familiar."

"Prince, Xibei is the planet where mechas were invented, but we have found a way to break through mechas." Smolin was very proud of this.

"Mecha? Do you also need a mecha?" Muhammad didn't look at him, but kept staring at Wan Qijue who was standing beside him with a mural.

"..." It seems that it is not right to say that you need or don't need it. If you say you need it, you don't use mechas. If you don't need it, that is to slap your own planet in the face, which also includes Wan Chengfeng's face, so keep it. be silent!

"The prince is asking you something!" Bradley was quite irritable.

"..." Wan Qijue made up his mind to ignore it.

"Hehe," Prince Muhammad gave a rare low laugh, he is such an interesting little guy, "Give Xingbei another chance, you both send out a representative, Xibei wins, I decide to give you second-class stars what they should have." How about the rights and interests?" People die for money, birds die for food, enough temptations will always make people crazy to take risks.

Bradley stood up, "Major General Wanqi, why don't we make gestures?"

Wan Qifeng, who hurried over, was expressionless. He knew his weight, but this was a battle of honor for soldiers. He could be defeated or killed, and he could never shrink back. Just as he was about to agree, Wan Qijue took a step forward. "It's better not to bother brother about this kind of trivial matter, just let me come." The contemptuous tone made Bradley clenched his fists, "Does life or death matter?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's life or death, if one side dies, the game is over, what do you think?" A gentle smile appeared on Wan Tujue's face.

"Bradley, since Major General Wan Teng let his younger brother out, why don't you ask one of them to come out!" Moslin suddenly had a bad feeling. Although Bradley had a bad temper, he was obedient to himself. , It would be a pity if it were folded here.

"I'll do it," the red-haired man who injured Amanda before stood up. His brother worked under Bradley, so he was also entrusted with a heavy responsibility, but he was cut off halfway. unforgivable.

Moslin nodded in agreement without waiting for Bradley to speak, "Be careful."

"My name is Lamb, remember this name." The red-haired man pulled out his scimitar and jumped onto another intact ring.

"Don't remember the names of the dead." Wan Qijue tapped his toes and flew over, waiting for the protective cover to open.

"How about three tricks for you?" Lamb looked at the handsome boy in front of him, whose small arms and legs could be bent with one hand.

"Really?" Wan Qijue is not the kind of person who is full of justice. If someone is willing to give in, he will not be polite, "Then, let me do it!"

No one saw how Wan Qijue got to Lamb, they only saw Lamb's scimitar inserted into his throat, and the knife was still in his hand, but there was still a scimitar on his wrist. grabbing the other hand.

Wan Tujue didn't draw his knife, he hated his clothes getting dirty, so he slowly let go, moving away from the corpse.

There was no sound in the arena, and a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

clap clap ~

Sudden applause sounded in the hall, and Mo Silin's face was ashen, but the applause made him dare not speak out.Sparse applause resounded in the hall, and Moslin also applauded, "It really is a hero born a boy, with such strength, why do you have to retire?"

Principal Philip laughed dryly, unable to explain why.

"Because I'm not a contestant," Wan Qijue jumped off the ring and walked in front of Moslin, "Does the president have any questions?"

Moslin looked at Prince Mohammed, who also initiated the match.

"What's your name?" Prince Mohammed did not give clear instructions, but looked at Wan Qijue with great interest. It was indeed worthwhile for him to come here in person.

"Wan Qijue," there are more and more impolite guys, and Wan Qijue is unwilling to pester him too much. This man is very strong. This is Wan Qijue's first impression.This man's face was as sharp as a knife, and his pupils emitted a dark purple light, which could not be seen unless he looked carefully.

"I keep my word." Prince Muhammad turned up his mouth, a very funny child.

"That's the best," Wan Qijue felt a little uncomfortable, and left after leaving such a sentence. It is estimated that Amanda should wake up, and he needs to be re-educated.

Wan Chengfeng hurriedly followed. Principal Philip was still in a dream, unable to recover. That is to say, the treatment that a second-class star should have?Are they taking it back?This is simply an unexpected surprise!He hurriedly thanked the prince and rushed to catch up. He needed someone to slap him in the face to let him feel that he was not dreaming.