Absolute Great Teacher

Can the Fighting Hall of Xiling Academy hold 36,000 people?

Except for the candidates, staff, and the 1,000 top students and teachers of our school who have free seats, the rest of the seats are sold.

There are still a lot of rich people who like to watch the excitement, so although the tickets are a bit expensive, they are all sold out.

Li Ziqi is not bad for money, so he bought the ten most expensive seats with the best view.

"We don't have that many people?"

Lu Zhiruo counted, plus Zhang Yanzong and Zheng Hao, there were only eight people.

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

Li Ziqi said it for granted, and the local tyrant's aura is full: "If it weren't for the immorality of buying an area, I would have all included."

Ying Baiwu frowned, dislike the waste of little purse.

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

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

Zheng Hao asked, and then he saw that Li Ziqi took out several stacks of materials after sending out the photo stones: "Hey, it's all on it."

Zheng Hao took it, looked through it, and found that every page was a candidate's information, and beside the name, there was a bust.

You can't make a mistake.

"..."

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

"It's nice to have money!"

Zheng Hao sighed, everything can be bought!

"Not only rich, but also wise and patient!"

Tantai Yutang flipped through the information: "Do you think you can use the information if you buy it from someone else? Wrong, I need to correct it!"

Bing Yangzi knew that the busiest person in the past few days was actually Li Ziqi. Apart from staying with Sun Mo, she spent the rest of her time collecting intelligence on competitors.

"Well, the fight is about to begin, sit down quickly!"

Lu Zhiruo sat down and saw that the others hadn't moved, so he urged that he missed the teacher's game, but he would regret it for life.

Next, Papaya Niang opened the small backpack, took out a big watermelon, and then pointed it into a knife and chopped it on it.

Click!

The watermelon was broken into two halves, with green skin and red flesh. The sand was sweet and delicious. Of course, the most important thing was that the cut was neat.

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

"Who wants to eat?"

The papaya mother shared the food, and then said: "I still have Dao Kee cakes in my bag. Whoever wants to eat it, take it yourself!"

"..."

The people around were dumbfounded. What are you doing here? Actually prepared a big watermelon? Isn't it too big-hearted?

"Can you still eat on this occasion?"

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

"Why can't you eat it?"

Lu Zhiruo blinked: "Oh, I see, are you worried about the teacher losing the ranking? It's impossible, the teacher won!"

Mugua Niang's voice was not high or low, and the students on the right heard her, frowning involuntarily.

"Who is this, so arrogant!"

"Sure win? Is it Bai Shuang's personal biography?"

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

The students talked a lot.

"I am not arrogant, but the teacher is great!"

Lu Zhiruo explained.

"Isn't this arrogance? What is your teacher's name? How do we see him lose?"

They were all young people, and they all worshiped their own mentors, so at this time, no one would admit defeat.

"Zhiruo!"

Li Ziqi persuaded him and showed the demeanor of a big sister: "Don't make a noise, it will shame the teacher."

"Oh!"

The papaya mother was very obedient, and immediately sat down in distress, and greeted the juniors and sisters: "Eat melon!"

"What's your teacher's name? What do you mean?"

It's not too big for someone to watch the excitement.

"Junior Brother Xuanyuan, leave it to you."

Li Ziqi ordered that these people are so noisy.

rub!

Xuanyuan Po, who wanted to do it a long time ago, stood up fiercely, and his sharp eyes fell on the face of the boy who was talking: "Want to know the teacher's name? Go out and fight with me. If you win, I will tell you!"

The boy being stared at his expression became stiff. He and this man, a tall boy, were more than 30 meters apart, and there were also famous students and teachers entering the venue. The figure was crowded, and he could find himself accurately. This is a bit awesome!

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

Xuanyuan Po urged, he had already left his seat with Zhang Er Yin Spear.

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

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

The most palpitating thing is Xuanyuan Po's eyes, lawless, unscrupulous, and full of belligerent desires.

It's like a fighting beast!

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

The boy showed disdain, but he shrank in his heart. This kind of person is definitely going to participate in the hand-to-hand combat, right? I hope that when the time comes, don't run into it in the first game.

"whispering sound!"

Xuanyuanpo was depressed and couldn't finish the fight, but he was not reconciled, so he looked around again: "Who is going to fight and warm up?"

No one spoke up.

Li Ziqi's eyes lit up and he discovered Xuanyuan Po's new role. He can be a hunting dog and can calm a lot of people.

"No fight, sit down!"

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

Gui Jiarong sat not far away, watching all this with a playful look, and finally fell on Xuanyuanpo's body. Tsk, this toy looks so sturdy, should you let yourself have more fun?

Huh!

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

Yeah!

This is not bad too!

Gui Jiarong groped his chin, wishing to play immediately.

"What are you looking at?"

Lu Zhiruo reached out and handed a piece of watermelon to the dead man’s face: "Eat melon, sweet!"

"Ok!"

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

That is a companion who likes to abuse cats the most. Every time he catches a wild cat, he will show that look.

...

The examiner team of the Sacred Gate has always been vigorous and vigorous, and there is no opening speech. The chief examiner held by Tong Yiming took 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 fighting, almost all of them are of equal strength, and they look better.

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

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

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

"No. 178, Sun Mo, No. 239, Mao Fang, please come on stage."

Tong Yiming's voice hadn't fallen yet, and there was a burst of noise throughout the fighting hall, and finally waited until Sun Mo came out!

This is a celebrity!

Those audience members who were originally bored were all excited at this time and stared at the ring.

"Abstaining, falling out of the ring, coma, etc., as a result of losing the ability to fight again, it is judged as a loss!"

Tong Yiming once again emphasized the rules.

The ring is one foot above the ground, about the size of half a football field, and it's very open.

Mao Fang grabbed his bald head and smiled with excitement. He turned to Sun Mo. Very good. This time I don't think I will be famous.

Mao looked at Sun Mo’s battle yesterday. It was very strong, but he was still not enough to look at himself. After all, he was a triple divine power, stabilized his head, and he cultivated the Buddha’s Great Compassionate Hand, Heavenly Supreme High-Rank. .

"Hmph, aren't you called Sun Hei Dog? See how I hammer your dog's head!"

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

"Mao Fang, triple divine power, please advise!"

"By the way, by the way, what I practice is the Heavenly Supreme High Grade exercises!"

After speaking, Mao Fang looked at Sun Mo's eyes with confidence, haha, he was pretending to be calm, in his heart, he was afraid that he was already panicked?

"Well, after winning against Sun Mo, my reputation will definitely increase. At that time, there will definitely be a beautiful teacher who will invite me to dinner, right?"

Mao Fang scratched the area of ​​alopecia areata, a little itchy, rich in inner drama.

Sun Mo held the ceremony.

"Sun Mo, triple divine power realm, please advise!"

Huh!

Mao Fang's inner drama came to an abrupt end, his confident expression turned into a sluggish expression, and he subconsciously asked, "Aren't you the dual divine power level yesterday?"

"Yes!"

Sun Mo nodded.

"Uh!"

Mao Fang is dumb, you are rising too fast, right? But then I comforted myself again, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if the rank is the same, I have more experience, uh, or a lot, but my practice is definitely better than him.

"By the way, by the way, what I practice is a holy-level masterpiece technique!"

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

Haha!

There was a roar of laughter from the audience. This Mao Fang is interesting, what age is it, and he played this kind of clumsy psychological warfare, but he was ridiculed by others.

"Haha, I don't believe it, you are a Chinese cabbage technique as a saint-level masterpiece. If you want to learn it, you can?"

Mao Fang comforted himself, but on his face, he couldn't help crying in mourning. Nima, I'm going to have a cold! What is said to be one level higher? What about level suppression of good exercises?

Did I take the wrong script?

"Hurry up!"

The examiner urged.

"please!"

Sun Mo pulled out the wooden knife.

"Mao Fang, don't panic."

Mao Fang took a deep breath, UU reading www.uukanshu.com cheered himself up: "Stay steady, you can win, ah!"

The next moment, Mao Fang yelled and rolled out. There was no way, Sun Mo rushed forward and cut out with a single knife. The shadows of the sword rolled in front of him.

The Buddha was compassionate, suppressed, ah!

As soon as Mao Fang reached out his hand, he was stabbed with a wooden knife, and he almost burst into tears because of the pain.

Sun Mo used all the time, Hengsha, no trace, strong and fierce attacks, wooden knives rushed on Mao Fang's body intensively, without stopping.

It has to be said that Mao Fang's Buddha's great compassionate hand practiced small accomplishments, and when a layer of golden light was wrapped in his palms, he could actually resist Sun Mo's moves.

"Have the opportunity!"

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

In a short while, there were more than thirty.