1880 Low-Key Is Not Enough, Then Pretend to Be a Fart (3)

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A short and fat man with a greasy face and a few pimples on his forehead glared angrily at Muyan and Xiaoyaomen, "Hey, do you know shame?!"

Muyan picked up a pair of chopsticks with fragrant snacks, and said slowly: "I know how? What if I don't know?"

"Know? If you know, you should obediently take out the Qiankun Box you received and dedicate it to a more qualified team."

Luo Yu burst out laughing, "A more qualified team? Who are you talking about? You can't talk about yourself, right? Excuse me, who are you?"

The oily-faced fat man was immediately furious, "I am Zhou Dali, the vice captain of the Cangyin team, what are you trying to fight, how dare you be so disrespectful to me!"

"Team Flies? What about the Mosquito Team?" Leng Yumo also laughed, and then said slowly, "How do I remember that none of the gifts I just presented were for the Mosquitoes and Mosquitoes? Oh, it turned out that the gifts were all confiscated. Arrived, my heart is unbalanced, so I want us to give you one? Hehe, little junior sister, look at how pitiful they are, or you can look through the Qiankun box to see what you don't want, and give it to this group of flies Got it."

Mu Yan very obediently pulled out from one of the Qiankun boxes, and finally found a small top-grade spar, "Here, I'll give it to you, no thanks!"

Zhou Dali was going crazy.

He roared angrily and reached out to overturn the table of the Happy Team.

However, as soon as the hand pressed down on the edge of the table, it was held down by a pair of large bronze hands.

Qin Jiu looked at him seriously, and said word by word, "Senior brother, junior brother, and little junior sister haven't finished eating, no, please excuse me!"

Zhou Dali's face flushed red, and he used all his spiritual power to overturn the table.

However, the pimples on his forehead were about to bleed, but the table remained motionless.

The anger in Zhou Dali's eyes slowly turned into murderous aura.

However, before he could use the magic weapon, someone pressed his shoulder.

"Dali, don't be impulsive." A thin and tall man came over and sneered, "What do you care about with a group of trash? [Luming Feast] is about to start, and soon Dean Longteng and the tutor will come over, who is here? If there is trouble, you will not be able to eat and walk around, have you forgotten?"

Zhou Dali gritted his teeth and said, "Captain, they are obviously just trash from the Canglan Realm, but they are so arrogant that they don't care about us at all. How do you want me to swallow this breath?"

The captain of the Cangyin team was named Zhang Chunhua, a fourth-order cultivator of Jindan.

At this moment, looking down at Muyan and the others, he couldn't help but sneer, his eyes were full of sternness and sternness, "The competition for the top spot at the Luming Feast was originally just for performance and enjoyment. We have always been interested in the waste from the Canglan Realm. It is also merciful, and it will never really make them die ugly."

"But this kind of kindness will only be aimed at those who have self-awareness in the blue world. And you..."

Zhang Chunhua pointed his finger at Muyan and the others, "You are arrogant, disrespectful to the Qilin team, and dare to speak falsely. Hehe, then wait in the competition and pay the price for what you have done at the moment!"

"Other people in the Canglan world can lose decently, but you bastards. If my Cangyin team can't let you lose horribly one by one, and climb out of Longteng Academy, I, Zhang Chunhua, will kneel down and be your grandson. !"

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