Chapter 565 Eat Melons!

Can the fighting hall of Xiling Academy hold 36,000 people?

Except for free seats for candidates, staff, and one thousand top students and famous teachers in the school, the rest of the seats were sold.

There are still many rich people who like to watch the fun, so although the tickets are a little expensive, they are all sold out.

Li Ziqi was not short of money, and directly bought the ten most expensive seats with the best view.

"We don't have that many people, do we?"

Lu Zhiruo did the math, plus Zhang Yanzong and Zheng Hao, there were only eight people.

"Because I don't want someone next to me to disturb me to watch the teacher's assessment!"

Li Ziqi said it of course, and the local tyrant's breath was full: "If it hadn't been immoral to buy an area, I would have fully booked the venue."

Ying Baiwu frowned, disliking the waste of a small purse.

Li Ziqi took out six photo-taking stones, distributed them, and instructed by the way: "When the teacher comes to the stage, remember to take a picture of the teacher's demeanor. By the way, if it is an important rookie, take a picture too!"

"How do I know which candidate is the better rookie?"

Zheng Hao asked, and then saw that Li Ziqi took out several stacks of documents after sending out the photo stone: "Well, it's all on it."

Zheng Hao took it, flipped through it, and found that each page was a candidate's information, and there was a bust next to the name.

Absolutely can't go wrong.

"..."

Zhang Yanzong is speechless, do you want to be so diligent?

"It's nice to have money!"

Zheng Hao sighed, he can buy anything!

"Not only money, but also wisdom and patience!"

Tantai Yutang flipped through the information: "Do you think you can use these materials if you buy them from others? Wrong, you have to correct them!"

The sick child knew that Li Ziqi was actually the busiest in the past few days. Apart from accompanying Sun Mo, she spent the rest of her time collecting information on competitors.

"All right,

The fight is about to begin, sit down now! "

Lu Zhiruo sat down and saw that the others were not moving, so she urged, "If you miss the teacher's game, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Next, the papaya girl opened the small backpack, took out a large watermelon, and then pointed it into a knife and cut it on it.

click!

The watermelon is broken into two halves, with green skin and red flesh. It is sweet and delicious at first glance. Of course, the most important thing is that the fracture is neat.

Lu Zhiruo nodded in satisfaction, picked up a piece, and took a bite.

"Who wants to eat?"

Papaya Niang shared the food, and then said: "I still have Daoji's pastries in my bag, whoever wants to eat them, take them yourself!"

"..."

The people around were dumbfounded, what are you doing here? Did you even prepare a big watermelon? Too big too, right?

"In this case, can you still eat?"

Zheng Hao felt that Lu Zhiruo was heartless. Anyway, he was nervous and no longer had any appetite.

"Why can't you eat it?"

Lu Zhiruo blinked: "Oh, I see, are you worried about the teacher's failure? It's impossible, the teacher will definitely win!"

Papaya Niang's voice was neither loud nor low, when the students on the right heard it, they couldn't help frowning.

"Who is this, so arrogant!"

"Surely win? Could it be Bai Shuang's personal inheritance?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Bai Shuang's personal biography is a tall and thin boy! Besides, even Bai Shuang can't guarantee a sure win!"

The students were talking.

"I'm not arrogant, but the teacher is amazing!"

Lu Zhiruo explained.

"Isn't that called arrogance? What's your teacher's name? Let's see how he will lose?"

They are all young people, and they all worship their own mentors, so at this time, no one will admit defeat.

"Zhiruo!"

Li Ziqi dissuaded her and showed the demeanor of a senior sister: "Don't make a noise, it will embarrass the teacher."

"Oh!"

Papaya was very obedient, and immediately sat upright and greeted the younger brothers and sisters: "Eat melons!"

"What's your teacher's name? Rather?"

Some people watch the fun and don't think it's a big deal.

"Junior Brother Xuanyuan, I'll leave it to you."

Li Ziqi instructed, these people are so noisy.

rub!

Xuanyuan Po, who had wanted to do something for a long time, stood up abruptly, his sharp eyes fell on the face of the boy who spoke: "Want to know the teacher's name? Go out and fight with me, and I'll tell you if you win!"

The boy who was staring at him looked stiff. He and this tall boy were separated by more than 30 meters, and a famous student teacher was entering the hall. He was able to find himself accurately. This is kinda awesome!

"Why are you in a daze? Let's go!"

Xuanyuan Po urged, he had already left his seat with the silver gun of Zhang Er.

Not only the boys, but also other students nearby looked over.

No way, Xuanyuan Po was too dazzling, he was tall, and extremely strong, tall and straight, standing there, like a silver spear that was ready to be stabbed at any time, giving others a great sense of oppression.

The most heart-pounding thing was Xuanyuan Po's eyes, which were lawless and unscrupulous, and his eyes were full of warlike desires.

Like a fighting beast!

"The game is about to start, I'm too lazy to care about you!"

The boy looked disdainful, but his heart shrank. This kind of person must participate in the personal battle, right? I hope that when the time comes, don't run into it in the first game.

"whispering sound!"

Xuanyuan Po was depressed and could not fight, but he was not reconciled, so he looked around again: "Who will fight and warm up?"

No one spoke.

Li Ziqi's eyes lit up, and he discovered Xuanyuan Po's new role. He could be a hound and calm down many people.

"No more hits, sit down!"

Lu Zhiruo handed out a piece of watermelon: "Eat melon!"

Gui Jiarong was sitting not far away, watching all this with playful eyes, and finally landed on Xuanyuan Po's body, tsk, this toy looks so solid, should I let myself have more fun?

Swish!

Jiang Leng felt uncomfortable, turned back, just met Gui Jiarong's gaze, and then narrowed his eyes.

Yea!

This is not bad!

Gui Jiarong groped his chin, wishing he could play right away.

"What are you looking at?"

Lu Zhiruo stretched out her hand and handed Dead Face a piece of watermelon: "Eat melon, sweet!"

"Um!"

Jiang Leng turned his head, but in his mind, the young man's eyes lingered, and he had seen such eyes when he was in the manor.

That is a companion who likes to abuse cats the most, and every time he catches a wild cat, he will show that kind of eyes.

...

The examiner group of the Holy Gate has always been vigorous and resolute. There is no opening speech. The chief examiner, served by Tong Yiming, came on the stage and directly announced the start of the battle of the famous teachers.

After the first round, most of the weak have been eliminated, so the current battles are almost all of the same strength, and they have become more attractive.

Of course, most famous teachers play very cautiously. After all, there is not much time to rest after a round, so try to avoid injuries.

Gu Xiuxun went up first, with no danger, and won the second game.

In the 26th game, it was Sun Mo's turn.

"No. 178, Sun Mo, No. 239, Mao Fang, please come to power."

Before Tong Yiming's voice could be heard, there was a loud noise in the entire battle hall. It was finally time for Sun Mo to appear!

This is a big celebrity!

Those viewers who were originally bored were also excited at this time and stared at the ring.

"Abstain from voting, fall off the ring, coma, etc. If you lose the ability to fight again, you will be judged to lose!"

Tong Yiming emphasized the rules again.

The arena was about a foot off the ground, about half the size of a football field, so it was quite open.

Mao Fang scratched his alopecia areata head and showed an excited smile. He actually met Sun Mo. Very good, this time I don't want to be famous.

Sun Mo's battle yesterday, Mao Fang saw it, it was very strong, but against him, it was not enough. After all, he was in the third level of divine power, and he was able to hold his head firmly, and he was still cultivating the Buddha's Great Compassionate Hand, a top-grade celestial technique. .

"Humph, isn't your name Sun Black Dog? Watch how I blow your dog's head!"

Mao Fang took a vertical leap, jumped onto the ring, and then clasped his fists in a salute.

"Mao Fang, the third level of divine power, please advise!"

"By the way, by the way, I'm cultivating the top-grade celestial technique!"

After he finished speaking, Mao Fang looked into Sun Mo's eyes confidently, haha, he was pretending to be calm.

"Well, after defeating Sun Mo, my reputation will definitely increase greatly. At that time, there will definitely be a beautiful teacher who will take the initiative to invite me to dinner, right?"

Mao Fang scratched the alopecia areata, it was a little itchy, and his inner drama was rich.

Sun Mo saluted.

"Sun Mo, the third level of divine power, please advise!"

Gah!

Mao Fang's inner drama came to an abrupt end, his confident expression turned sluggish, and he asked subconsciously, "Didn't you have the second level of divine power yesterday?"

"Yes!"

Sun Mo nodded.

"Uh!"

Mao Fang was dumbfounded, are you rising too fast? But then he comforted himself, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if the rank is the same, I have more experience, er, or a lot, but my practice is definitely better than his.

"By the way, by the way, I'm cultivating a holy-level superb technique!"

Sun Mo imitated Mao Fang's tone and added another sentence.

Ha ha!

There was laughter in the audience, this Mao Fang is interesting, what age is it, and he still played this kind of clumsy psychological warfare, and he was ridiculed by others.

"Haha, I don't believe it. You think that the holy-level superb exercises are Chinese cabbage. If you want to learn it, you can?"

Mao Fang comforted himself, but on his face, he couldn't help crying and mourning, Nima, I'm going to get cold! What about one higher rank? What about the suppression of the good grades of the exercises?

Did I get the wrong script?

"Get started!"

The examiner urged.

"Please!"

Sun Mo pulled out the wooden knife.

"Mao Fang, don't panic."

Mao Fang took a deep breath and cheered himself up: "Stop it, you can win, ah!"

The next moment, Mao Fang shouted and rolled out. There was no other way. Sun Mo rushed over and slashed out with a knife, and the shadow of the knife was rolling in front of him.

Buddha's great compassionate hand, repression, ah!

As soon as Mao Fang stretched out his hand, he was hit with a wooden knife, and he almost burst into tears in pain.

Sun Mo used the ancient and modern light, the Hengsha had no trace, and the strong attack, the wooden swords slammed into Mao Fang's body densely, without stopping.

It has to be said that Mao Fang's Buddha's Great Compassionate Hand has been practiced to some extent. When a layer of golden light is wrapped around his palms, he can actually resist Sun Mo's moves.

"Have the opportunity!"

Mao Fang began to become confident again, but he didn't know that Sun Mo's wooden knife did not cause any damage after hitting his hands, but there were sheets of paper after another, as if Mario popped out of the box. The mushrooms jumped out with a sting, suspended in the air.

After a while, there were more than 30 sheets.