"Hey, you guys also bought blood stones from our territory?"
Meng Jing turned his eyes and saw that the big blood stone placed in the First Academy was covered with fog.
Qingfeng sneered and said, "Since Master Meng Jing is here, how about we watch together?"
Meng Jing frowned slightly when he looked at the mist, but soon chuckled, and swaggeringly sat down in front of Qingfeng with his Nine-tailed Sect members, "Why not?"
None of the students in the First Academy were interested in training today.
Only Ruan Qingjuan did not show up.
Their eyes glared at Meng Jing, as if they were about to spit fire.
"Vice President Qingfeng, your students can't continue like this." Meng Jing lectured from above: "How can you be so unable to afford to lose? Even if you lose, you have to lose with grace, right?"
The students gritted their teeth.
Fang Zhuang wanted to curse, but Xiao Qing next to him stopped him.
Xiao Qing half-smiled, "Sect Master Meng Jing's words are too arbitrary. I hope that when you lose later, you can afford to lose."
Meng Jing looked away with a very calm look.
There was disdain for the ants in his voice.
"Come and talk to me when you become the chief of the First Academy."
There was a 'click' in Xiao Qing's smiling cheek!
This piece of shit!
Although he said this, all the students looked worried when they looked at the blood stone.
They didn't know Yin Nian was coming.
In their eyes, it was Lao Wang who went in and followed the Nine-Tailed Sect furtively, and then suddenly there was a heavy fog.
In heavy fog.
They can't see anything.
"Even without Yin Nian, we must win." Fang Zhuang held his hand tightly, "Golden Fire Shield, take down the Golden Fire Shield first!"
It's not just the students who are watching.
Other spectators also bought blood stones to watch the sect competition.
Just like the time of the Academy Competition, all the auditoriums were full of people.
The atmosphere was different from the previous one.
This time all the spectators were silent.
Everyone is holding back their energy!
A bad start.
Several teams were being watched closely by people from the sect.
That old man seemed to want to do something, but suddenly it was foggy and he couldn't see what he was doing.
This heavy fog seems to have been caused by this old man.
The atmosphere was most stagnant and even murderous.
It's the front line!
At the very front of each major stronghold on the front line, there is a large piece of blood stone.
The blood stone was also dense and permeable. The fog seemed to float out of the blood stone and envelope their hearts.
Ruan Qin sits at the front of the border.
Luo Wushuang was covered in blood.
There was already a small hill-like puppet head stacked at her feet.
And standing next to the graduates were countless sect disciples.
Their faces were soaked with sweat, and the number of puppets they killed was less than half that of the graduates.
Why?
They are the wolves!
How could he not be able to defeat these college sheep while killing enemies?
This is different from what the elders of the sect told them.
They were shocked and angry.
Cai did not want to admit defeat.
Simply put away your magic weapon.
Directly push the college graduates forward.
"We're going to take a break."
"Guard your own borders!"
Seeing the graduates turning around and glaring at them.
They felt guilty in their hearts, but they said: "You can't hold the border on your own, so you should be grateful if we come to help you, you know?"
After they finished speaking, they felt that this excuse was extremely embarrassing.
He simply moved his gaze to the blood stone, trying to find some confidence there.
"This blood stone is quite considerate, but your defeat to us later will not affect your mood of killing puppets, right?"
When saying this.
Two people seemed to rush out of the mist.
"Someone! Someone is coming out!"
The disciples of the sect straightened their backs instantly, and their eyes widened nervously.
Even Luo Wushuang, who was still killing the puppets, turned his gaze over.
The disciples of the sect do not need to use their best, but the graduates need to use their best.
They couldn't hold on any longer, but the disciples of the sect were always unwilling to take turns, so they could only grit their teeth and chop off a few more heads of the puppets.
Their eyes widened.
Beads of sweat and blood flowed into the sore eyes. It must be someone from the First Academy!
The ones who rush out must be their people!
Everyone clenched their fists.
Can!
next moment.
Two clear faces stared at the blood stone.
Is it...Meng Haoye?
Meng Haoye's voice was particularly clear.
"You come with me!" He pushed the Nine-Tailed Sect disciple who was still confused, "Let's light the golden fire shield! There's no time! This is all a trick of the First Academy!"
The shoulders of all the graduates slumped at the same time, as if all their strength had been drained away in an instant!
The sect disciples cheered.
"Meng Haoye!"
"I knew it was Meng Haoye from the Nine-Tailed Sect!"
"Very good!"
"How can a mere fog trap him? Meng Haoye is one of the candidates for the future Young Master of the Nine-Tails Sect!"
Over there at the sect’s viewing area.
Countless shouts broke out in an instant!
"good!!!!!"
There was dead silence in the academy.
The eyes of the spectators were bulging out, with terrifying red bloodshot eyes, just like their unwilling mood at the moment.
My teeth are bleeding from the bite.
Sure enough, did you still lose?
If Lao Wang's fog couldn't trap Meng Haoye, everything would be over.
"Hahahahahaha!" Meng Jing's wild laughter from the First College almost shook the entire playground!
"good!"
He stood up from his position excitedly.
"As expected of my good son!"
"It's a bit like me back then."
He was really full of praise for 'Meng Haoye'.
The students from the First College, as well as the students from other colleges who were watching the game, all had red eyes.
"How...why are you so lucky?"
"Do not be discouraged!"
Someone shouted: "We will not lose!"
"yes!"
"Won't lose!"
Someone started to respond, but the sound sounded like a cat meowing.
No strength.
Because it's too heavy.
If they lose, the price they have to pay is too heavy.
Not only was it impossible to win over the resources from the sect to make up for the cost of letting the sect defend the border.
Even Ruan Qin couldn't get back the resources he put out to make bets.
Their faces were ashen.
I feel like I can't breathe.
The word 'lose' is like a sharp sword hanging over their heads.
It can fall down and cut their necks open at any time.
It’s not that they can’t afford to lose.
This is the game, we really can’t lose!
Losing is a sad ending for graduates with injuries and no medicine.
How many more people are they going to die?
How many more people can die?
Everyone's body was shaking.
They watched helplessly as the fog continued.
Lao Wang is still in the fog.
And that Meng Haoye was finally in the eyes of everyone with fear.
We’ve arrived at the location of the Golden Fire Shield!
