The God-Level Recovery System Is Instantly Full

The second round of competition started again.

Time passed, and soon it was Li Mingjun's turn to play.

This time, Li Mingjun was no longer arrogant, but solemn.

Li Mingjun's opponent this time happened to be a member of Guo Haifei's class, and he was a first-rank martial artist.

That one is said to have broken through a while earlier than Li Mingjun.

Patting Li Mingjun on the shoulder, Jiang Yang cheered up: "Come on, I am optimistic about you."

Li Ming nodded with a strong smile and walked onto the stage.

A person came up from the opposite side with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, looking at Li Mingjun with a cold look in his eyes.

He saw how cheap this guy was, and wanted to beat him up just now.

I didn't expect to be so lucky.

And this guy seems to have a good relationship with the guy opposite, so beating him up will definitely win the favor of the teacher.

"start."

As soon as the referee teacher opened his mouth, Cui Zhendong jumped out violently, his blood surged, and he spanned several meters in an instant, his breath soaring.

"Battle technique, Dangshan Fist."

Cui Zhendong yelled violently, and punched out, a faint spiritual energy gathered, the fist was covered with a layer of khaki light, and the illusory shadow of the fist disappeared in a flash.

Jiang Yang's complexion changed, and he looked at Li Mingjun worriedly.

Li Mingjun was startled, but he didn't panic at all, and took a few steps back abruptly.

"Combat technique, cloud-dispelling palm."

He swung his palm violently, and there was an explosion-like sound in the air.

When fists and palms met, there was a "bang bang", and both of them backed away.

"Deng Deng..." Li Mingjun stepped back dozens of steps before stopping, looking at Cui Zhendong in shock.

Li Mingjun was shocked, and Cui Zhendong was even more shocked, not daring to say: "You also know combat skills?"

"Tch, what a surprise." Li Mingjun smiled disdainfully.

Given his family background, it was very easy to acquire some combat skills.

"Hmph, so what, I broke through earlier than you, far beyond your comparison."

Cui Zhendong sneered and climbed up again, and there were thunderous explosions in the air.

Li Mingjun also rushed forward, and for a while, the two started fighting each other, adding fists and kicks.

On the side, Jiang Yang's eyes flashed with worry.

Li Mingjun was obviously at a disadvantage and had been gradually suppressed.

If it goes on like this, there is no doubt that it will lose.

After thinking about it, I decided to start my own plug-in.

"Let Cui Zhendong make a mistake and Li Mingjun win."

"Recycling Point – 150"

Just as Jiang Yang finished speaking, Cui Zhendong, who was originally fighting, uttered a scream.

Jiang Yang was surprised to find that Cui Zhendong fell to the ground, obviously with a sprained ankle.

A gleam of joy flashed in Li Mingjun's eyes. He didn't have any gentlemanly demeanor, so he rushed forward and kicked out fiercely.

boom!

The huge force directly kicked Cui Zhendong away, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and Cui Zhendong's face flushed.

Cui Zhendong struggled and wanted to get up, but with a slight movement, a sharp pain came from his chest.

Jiang Yang was dumbfounded, this operation is a bit irritating.

It seems that I have not used the right path.

Is this the real way to open the plug-in?

learned again...

Sure enough, live to be old, learn to be old, the ancients do not deceive me.

Several teachers looked at each other and decided that Li Mingjun won.

Although the victory is unarmed, who made you twist your ankle at the critical moment.

It's also really strange.

It's a strange story through the ages that a dignified first-rank warrior would twist his feet during a battle.

Li Mingjun smiled smugly, and left with figure eight steps again.

The battle started again, and fifteen people were quickly selected.

This round is also the most critical time, and winning means that the quota is guaranteed.

Once lost, it is not easy to compete for two spots from eight people.

Still take the form of lottery, even if there is unfairness, but this is the most fair way.

...

In a blink of an eye, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. After a short rest, Jiang Yang and a dozen people began to draw lots.

Take out a ball of paper from the lottery box, open it, and there is a "1" written on it.

number one?

Who is the opponent?

Jiang Yang turned his head and looked around, and finally saw number one.

A boy of about 1.8 meters, with a clean haircut, a white suit, and a spotless body.

Jiang Yang was taken aback, with a strange expression on his face, is this his opponent?

It seems that I have never seen it.

After poking Li Mingjun beside him, Jiang Yang asked with a smile, "Do you know that boy in a suit?"

"Suit?" Li Mingjun turned his head to look, and suddenly said in surprise: "Fuck, why is he here?"

"Why didn't you notice it before?"

"You know him?"

"I know everyone, okay?" Li Mingjun said helplessly.

Well, you otaku don't know.

"That's Mo Wen. Although he likes to pretend and likes to wear a suit for nothing, it is undeniable that his strength is quite strong. It is said that he has broken through to the second-rank martial artist. I don't know if it is true or not."

Rank two martial artist?

Jiang Yang took a closer look, and it seemed that he was indeed a second-rank martial artist.

But he wouldn't be able to tell if this thing didn't burst out with strength and momentum.

Seemingly realizing that Jiang Yang was looking at him, Mo Wen smiled lightly at Jiang Yang.

"Uneasy..." Jiang Yang muttered secretly.

With such a bright smile, he must be thinking of something bad.

Li Mingjun seemed to think of something, and said, "He is a student in Mr. Guo's class, but he rarely appears. I heard that he is taught by a special person."

really!

He knew that the other party must be uneasy and well-intentioned, so there is not a single good guy in Mr. Guo's class.

If Mo Wen knew Jiang Yang's thoughts, he would be very angry.

You think too much!

You stared at me, but I didn't say anything, why are you still crying if you don't laugh?

What's more, this is a common method I pretend to use.

"No. 1, the first round of competition begins." A referee teacher shouted.

Hearing the teacher call number one, Li Mingjun suddenly laughed.

He patted Jiang Yang on the shoulder and said, "Haha, I just heard that Mo Wen seems to be number one, and I don't know which unlucky guy got number one."

Jiang Yang "..."

He shook the paper ball in his hand, gave Li Mingjun an angry look, and then walked onto the stage.

Mo Wen looked at Jiang Yang, showed a gentle smile, and said with a smile: "Student, don't worry, let's go as far as we can."

Jiang Yang lowered his head and curled his lips secretly, but the moment he looked up, there was a happy smile on his face.

"OK."

Fool!

Mo Wen smiled and said, "You should make the move first."

This pretense is not bad, of course, he will never admit that he is pretending.

The classmate in front of me is really cooperative. It seems that other people have misunderstood this classmate.

When Mo Wensi was running away (running: dialect, desertion), Jiang Yang smiled coldly.

"Great evil!"

The figure rushed out instantly, like a gust of wind swept through.

In just an instant, Jiang Yang crossed dozens of meters and came to Mo Wen's side.

The thick momentum is like a towering mountain, and a powerful breath gushes out.

As soon as Mo Wen's face changed, he almost swears.

Damn it!

I was fooled.

"boom!"

Although Mo Wen resisted in time, he was still punched in the chest by Jiang Yang, and he retreated seven or eight steps violently.

"puff."

Mo Wen spit out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale.

Looking at Jiang Yang in shock, he asked in disbelief, "Aren't you a superhuman?"

"That's right!" Jiang Yang said as it should, "Have you never seen a transcendent with a strong body?"

"..."

Hearing what Jiang Yang said, everyone was surprised, but also gritted their teeth with anger.

I've seen a ghost!

You are an elemental transcendent, and the power of one punch is almost as good as that of a second-rank warrior.

This class of students is too difficult to lead!

So many...Xiu'er!

Mo Wen was no longer as indifferent as before, and said coldly: "Have you studied martial arts?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, I'm a serious transcendent, and I just awakened recently."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask our teacher Cao, don't put on a hat for me."

How long can the matter of the warrior be kept hidden, otherwise how can he explain it when he breaks through so quickly?

Hearing what Jiang Yang said, everyone turned their attention to Lao Cao.

"???"

Lao Cao nodded slightly confused.

what does he know

He knows a knitting yarn!