Chapter 28: Slag male support group

call out!
气 The sound of air blast through the long sword broke.
Leng 烨 also responded to the future, only felt that his left shoulder was cold. When he looked down, Lin Beichen's sword had pierced his left shoulder.
A kind of blankness permeated in the cold heart.
what happened?
what happened?
Why did Lin Beichen's sword pierce his own shoulder in a split second?
In the next instant, this bewilderment was replaced by intense pain.
"Uh ... ah ..."
Leng Leng finally screamed when he finally killed the pig.
Huh!
Gao Lin Beichen pulled out a long sword.
A blood arrow flew out of it.
Then, a sword spine backhand was drawn on Leng's right cheek, and it was drawn directly to the ground, mourning.
"Dare you provoke Master Ben even if you are such a defective product?"
Zhe Lin Beichen squatted down, wiped the blood on the sword's body, and wiped it off on the cold-shouldered clothes. Then he kicked off and kicked the cold-shoulder directly off the platform.
噗通!
Leng Leng fell to the ground and passed out on the spot.
The proctor's teaching practice was over, and he turned his head to look at Chu Hen, the grade director on the side of the podium, and saw the latter nodded slightly, so he said loudly, "Lin Beichen wins!"
Under the ring, it was already a mess.
There was a class of students, with their eyes twitching and thinking of something, shouting loudly, "Lin Beichen, you are too horrible to start with, but it's just a contest. It even stabbed Brother Leng. It's almost impersonal. "
"I protest, this is not competition, but murder."
"It's not human to treat your classmates so much.
"I strongly urge the teaching to come forward and cancel Lin Beichen's grades ..."
For a while, it seemed like the group was excited.
Gao Lin Beichen held a sword in his hand and pointed at the students in that class, and said, "Don't you agree? Get up and fight with Master Ben, silly."
"I……"
The trainee had no reason to feel guilty.
Although he was pointed by the long sword, it was as if he was holding his sword against his throat. He was trembling with trembling, all the notes were stuck in his throat, and he could not spit out a word.
Everyone else is 蔫.
Where Lin Chen's long sword was pointing, the hustle and bustle of the crowd seemed to be just a flame that had just been burned and was broken by a basin of cold water.
Warehouse 啷!
He returned to the sheath with his sword, step by step, walked down the ring without any trouble.
Dark hair fluttered, reflecting the light of the sun.
"Ah, ah, so handsome."
Thirty-five nymphatic female students are screaming while covering their faces.
Thirty-nine classes of swordsmanship teaching Ding Sanshi, his eyes glowed with hot light.
"Genius, the real kendo genius."
"Even if he started practicing [Basic Sword Techniques] for three consecutive times from his mother's womb, being able to cultivate to such an extent is enough to demonstrate his kendo talent. Hehehe, it's him. The person I'm struggling to find is this stink Boy. "
The old teacher made an instant decision without hesitation.
Farther away.
Watch the battle platform.
On Chu Chuhen's face, it was difficult to hide his smile, and said, "Haha, Brother Qing Xuan, now you have also seen Lin Beichen's actual performance. What's your comment?"
青 Li Qingxuan squinted his eyes and said, "The opponent is too weak to judge anything."
Chu Chuchen smiled and closed her mouth and said, "Continue, haha, keep watching."
He is now completely treating Lin Beichen as a baby.
Although it was announced that Lin Beichen's Xuanqi test score was temporarily invalid on that day, it was only an external register.
The truth, he and several participants are very clear.
The so-called [testing stone] failure is just a guise, because Li Qingxuan, an observer, compelled him to give a conclusion. When Liupin [testing stone] arrives, everything will come out.
Wow ha ha ha ha.
My third college, it's time to have a baby.
When I think of the future college exchange meeting, when I see the grade directors of other colleges, I can hold back and say, "Come and show you my big treasure", and then the other person is convinced by the oral administration, haha, that feeling It's simply beautiful.
Uh ...
Tabit continues.
After half an hour, the first round of competition was over.
Fifty people eliminated.
Fifty people were promoted.
The whole process was conducted under the supervision of grade director Chu Hen, special observer Li Qingxuan, and dozens of other proctors to ensure fairness and effectiveness.
In order to further ensure fairness, the 50 students who have been promoted will again draw lots.
Yuan Lin Beichen picked No. 47.
"It really is related to 7."
Is it that there are 7 intentions in the meditation?
Chen Lin Beichen looked at the nameplate in his hand.
This time, it didn't take long for him to reach his battle round.
When he stepped onto the ring, he could see his opponent clearly.
"Well, where is life really not meeting, not surprising, surprise or surprise?"
Chen Lin Beichen laughed.
Because the embarrassed student on the opposite side was the guy who had not been able to upset Leng Yong a while ago, inciting others to attack him.你 "You ... don't go too far."
学员 The student trembled idly.
Lin Lin Beichen almost smiled.
对话 This conversation is only nutritious if you change to a woman?
"If I remember correctly, you are in the same class, right?"
Lin Chen Beichen Road.
Student Wu said, "Yes, my best friend is Brother Wu Xiaofang, you ..."
The voice did not fall.
Qi Jianguang flashed.
Alas.
Alas.
The sound of the piercing and drawing of the long sword rang almost simultaneously.
boom!
I hit my abdomen with a kick.
学员 The student was kicked off the platform and fell to the ground severely.
The whole process takes less time.
At this time, he screamed like a pig, and then rang.
烨 Like Leng ，, his right arm was severed by a long sword.
But this is within the allowable range of the actual combat ratio.
Because of some good quality herbal elixir, such penetrating injuries can be treated in a short time.
As long as it doesn't hurt your life, it can't be the kind of disability caused by broken limbs and broken arms.
The purpose of the actual combat platform is to make the students feel the moment of confrontation between life and death, remembering this feeling of real fighting, too much restraint, but the meaning of actual combat is lost.
This time, no one dared to take the opportunity to attack Lin Beichen.
The uncle's uncle will report, which makes many people chill in their hearts.
After the announcement of the battle results was announced loudly by the invigilator, Lin Beichen Tsing Yi sword, step by step, not ill, but slowly, came down from the ring.
"So handsome."
A dozen female idiots screamed while covering their faces under the ring.
Uh-huh, the number of scum-backed wife groups has increased a bit.
time flies.
Competition continued.
噗通!
Xue Yue, a student of Grade 9 in Grade Two, fell heavily from the ring and vomited blood and was unconscious.
"I said, students in class nine, I saw one and abused one."
Wu Xiaofang sneered on the ring platform and condescendedly said: "To blame, blame you for having a classmate named Lin Beichen."
The students of Class 9 are standing under the platform, dare to be angry or speak.
This Wu Xiaofang is too vicious.
I made it clear that for the students in Class Nine, each time not only defeated, but also severely injured and humiliated by language. There was hardship ahead and Xue Yue later. This was beyond the meaning of the Taiwan War. It was clearly insulting.