Chapter 680: Shut up without knowing what to do

For a few days, a passer was finally born in the test room where no one passed. The result was Song Ye, which made most people feel hurt in the face.
It turned out that even if people gave up the quota, they still couldn't get a chance.
There are also people who are jealous of the result of a bamboo basket fetching water.
"Song Ling, you are deliberately right, you see everyone is so busy, and finally you get nothing. Then you come out and the last place. If you really do n’t want it, you won't run out at this time and the place back. You are Think of us as stupid people. "It turned out that when Song Ye entered the room just now, there was another person in the corner, but the light was too dark. She didn't recognize who it was at first. At the moment, the figure roared, and she immediately noticed it. .
It's a breeze.
He came out of the corner of the room, his face was blue and swollen, and apparently he was cleaned up by Master Sun during the test.
With his strength, Song Ye didn't need to listen to the results to know that he had been brushed down. Now standing up and scolding him is nothing more than resentment.
But when it comes to resentment, everyone has a little in mind, especially when Song Ye Sanfan was turned away twice before, and I heard Ji Feng say that, it really sounds like this.
"Well, I just said that there is such a good heart, dare to pinch us to play, shameless."
"That is, dress high all day long, bad water in one belly."
"No, it's just a few more trips to our home than we did, and it's appreciated.
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The voices of people around him soon spread into Song Ye's ears. The followers of the masses sometimes felt like a poisoned knife, and they would not feel wrong when they were killed.
"Oh, what's the matter with you?" Song Ye stepped to the door and paused. A big hand stretched directly around Ji Feng's neck, and he nailed the big one-eight-eight-meter man to the wall with one hand, no matter how he struggled. No effect on the attack.
She twitched the corner of her mouth and sneered sarcastically: "If you have the ability, you can take the exam yourself, and close your mouth without the ability."
To deal with these people, Song Ye has never found it useful to explain and apologize, but it is better to slam the head in the past and wake them up.
One word blocked them, and even Sun's principal was defeated by Song Ye's punch, let alone them.
The man with the broken mouth just bowed his head embarrassingly, and was also afraid of being the second target to be humiliated.
The first place was eventually taken by Song Ye, which was also a signal she released to Ye Meirou.
She was climbing up, close to Ye Meijing.
A week later, she went to the disciples hall for a test.
Qin Zhan had made a trip during this period, and Song Ye did not hide it and informed him of his plans for change.
Qin Zhan has no objection. "I support what you want, just don't hurt yourself."
This was Qin Zhan's only request to her. Song Ye Xin agreed, and the two sides also decided not to move. When the disciples contest was held, the people from the seven families would make plans.
At the higher levels, due to the physical differences between men and women, the percentage of female disciples entering the disciple's hall is very small.
On this day, Shao Family Disciples Church heard that a woman came to take the test. Many disciples were so excited that they were waiting in the field early.
"What do you want to see? Do you need to practice? Be careful. A big dinosaur will scare you." A 27-year-old woman in the yard trained with hands on hips, her figure was a little tall, wrapped in a black disciple. The suit looked like a tiger's back, but it looked beautiful, barely a flower in this monk's temple.
When she heard her words, many people turned around with a smile and laughed, "Master, are you afraid of being beaten, rest assured, no matter how you say, it is a yellow flower that disciples have stood for ten years. your."
Since the disciple hall is the butler's room upwards, the space for ascent is one thousand miles, so many people only stay in the disciple hall for a lifetime, they can be free and not be restricted. Everyone has a comfortable life and jokes. They are not proportionate.
Zhou Qingqing has been dubbed the big senior sister apprentice's angry punches straight to beat them up, "give me a little glib here, rolling all go away."
After talking several times, the image of the rough man made the male disciples laugh again.
There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and someone quickly raised his finger. "Shhhhhhhh, here is the man, look at it."
The words fell, dozens of people around the corner all rushed up, and all disappeared in a blink of an eye.
If this speed fell into the eyes of ordinary people, she would still think he was a ghost, but Zhou Qingqing saw her with a slap in her mouth, and she was extremely disdainful, but soon, she returned to a serious look, after all, she is today ’s master The examiner must be a bit serious.
Waiting for the yellow clothes behind the arch, she curiously raised her eyes and looked at it. This almost did not scare him out of air conditioning.
As soon as the girl entered the door, she noticed that more than one person was hiding around, behind the roof, in the shadow of the corner, and even behind the large water tank, there were people behind her. After she stepped and stood, she heard a few heavy objects on the roof. The sound of a landing.
No need to guess, it was scared.
Zhou Qingqing finally reacted to the surrounding turbulence, ripping the corners of his mouth, with a stiff expression: "You are the Song Ling who came to be tested?"
"Yes, please enlighten me a lot." Song Ye nodded and stepped within the attack range of the opponent, without any polite words.
"Well, let you attack with three strokes first, I am a water-powered ability." Zhou Qingqing was very satisfied with Song Ye's straight-forward approach, and he didn't make nonsense immediately. After letting out two conditions, he reached out and made a connection. Moves.
Three moves.
Song Ye stepped forward to take a close-up battle, punched him in the front, stunned the opponent in the gap between him and dodging behind him, grabbed him by the shoulder, and gently pushed the opponent away. When I went out, I just hit the water tank.
"Wow, pretty." I don't know which unsuspecting stupid kid on the roof couldn't help complimenting him in a loud voice, which aroused Zhou Qingqing's eyes.
She rubbed her shoulders and looked at Song Ye in amazement. I did not expect that a young girl would have such a good skill at the young age, but "you waste a good chance for nothing."
She gave the newcomers three chances because she knew the disparity in strength, and the newcomers generally tried their best in these three tricks and used the killing tricks to make quick decisions.
But the girl in front of her was clearly a metal power. The trick just now could clearly remove her arm, but she did not start.