Chapter 1314: Advance to lichuan

"Boom boom boom ..." A series of explosions sounded, and countless figures of monks flew out.
But no one noticed that the short flag they had snatched was no longer in the hands of Xu Fatty, but became an ownerless thing, but at this time, the daring Chuan looked at the short flag flying to the air, in his heart Excited, one heart touched the throat, he kept swallowing, looked at the crowd, and found that no one looked at himself. A little under his foot, turned into a streamer, grabbed the short flag and went towards the flag. Run away.
"Fighting souls, arrogant, advance!"
I have to say that there is really no one in this soy sauce.
This is not the case, Ruchuan has been promoted, and the group of people around Xu Fat has not noticed that they are still working hard with Xu Fat.
Xu Fatty not to mention how aggrieved, did these people see that the short flag is no longer in their own hands, blind?
"This boy ... haha!" The dean and the old couple on the platform looked at each other and smiled one after another.
"Woohoo ... I'm scared to death!" After Wanchuan stepped down, he walked in front of Feng Chen, patting his chest constantly, and seemed to have not slowed down.
However, at this moment, Wan Chuan was happy and comfortable. After all, she was promoted anyway.
"If you want to get a better ranking, your strength is still a bit stretched. Tonight, I will pass you a piece of exercises. As for the extent to which you can understand, it depends on your own fortune!"
Feng Chen patted the shoulders of Wan Chuan. He could see that Wan Chuan attached great importance to the competition, but it was even more difficult for him to win the top spot on his own strength.
"The first round, the game is over!" At this time, ten promotion places were generated in the first round, and the group of fat people was still playing fiercely on the field, and it did not seem to stop there.
"Stop it for me!" Seeing this, the manager in charge of the battle spirit department Haixuan roared.
However, there is no use for eggs, these people are playing with excitement, where can I hear them.
"Goddamned, give me a hand!" The steward frowned, and the voice was mixed with the power of a terrible fairy Yuan, condensed into a line, and shot towards the group.
The steward's cultivation is not covered, this is not the case, these people have been taken a step back by this immortal force, and their ears feel pain.
"Senior, we haven't finished the fight yet, what kind of hand!"
A disciple looked at the perplexed questioner in an aggressive manner.
"Huh ..." The steward took a deep breath, his face was blue and raised, and he could not wait to slap the student to death. Didn't you hear Lao Tzu saying that the first round of the game was over?
However, after all, he is the high-level of the Taoist Academy, especially in the presence of so many people, he is not easy to get angry, after all, he is not a junior.
"In the first round, don't finish, you've already eliminated, go on!"
The steward tried to suppress the temper in his heart, with a kind smile on his face, explaining that it was really hard for him.
"Senior, how is it possible that this short flag is still in the hands of this fat man, how could it be over!"
The disciple was talking, looking at the big, shabby Xu Dafei.
I saw that Xu Fat had empty hands and tattered clothes. What was most surprising was that there was a mark on Xu Fat's face, obviously someone grabbed it with his hands.
This is too cruel!
Suddenly, Chuan Chuan sympathized with the fat Xu. If not so many people were present, he really wanted to step forward and comfort the fat.
"..." Everyone was speechless, but had to face reality, wondering in their hearts, who had taken away the short flag in the hands of the fat man, and could be taken away by so many people's eyes. Drilled into the air.
"In the second round, the War Soul game is about to begin. The students I named have entered the arena and are waiting for orders."
The steward didn't bother them. After the students stepped out of office unhappyly, he started to call.
"Fengfeng, Zhou Ming, Yang Guang, Dust Wind ..." A short while later, a thousand monks entered the arena waiting.
"Well, this round of competition is exciting. There are actually three special recruits!"
There was a commotion in the audience. The War Soul Department had two special recruit students, Zhou Ming and Yang Guang. The remaining special recruit students were naturally Dan Dao.
Mo Liancheng on the high stage narrowed his eyes and looked at his apprentice Pei Gen.
When Pei Gen saw his master look at himself, he nodded, which meant that he had arranged it properly.
"You must have understood the rules. Now, listen to my orders!" The steward glanced at everyone on the court and yelled.
The voice dropped, and the short flag in his hand was thrown towards the field.
The short flag flew to the sky, and two figures appeared first, the two were Zhou Ming and Yang Guang.
They were extremely fast, regardless of the order, and shot almost instantaneously at the same time.
"War souls, Zhou Ming, advance!"
"War Soul Department, Yang Guang, advance!"
In less than ten seconds, two people successfully got the short flag and inserted it into the flag tube accurately. The speed was amazing, and the eyes were closed and they were promoted.
However, the strength of the two of them is there, and who dares to hide in the tiger's mouth, unless it is dead.
And Feng Chen was not slow or slow, and he did not take the lead because he was very clear that one of the remaining eight places must belong to himself. It is not necessary to have such a high profile and high profile. The so-called tree If you want to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, it is better to keep a low profile.
In fact, what Feng Chen doesn't know is that one of the many people on the field has been watching him and slowly approaching Feng Chen, this person is the peak.
At this moment, the peak was very tense, and there was sweat in the palms. He was looking for a chance to kill Feng Chen in one fell swoop.
However, what is causing him a headache right now is that Feng Chen is not trying to the short flag, and is still standing in a particularly conspicuous place. This is so embarrassing that he can't start.
With so many people watching, I can't shake it up so much and sprinkle the bone meal on them.
"Grab it, grab it, you're going to grab it!" At this moment Gao Feng kept praying, praying to seal the dust to those short flags.
At the blink of the peak, Feng Chen moved, his heart rejoiced, his body flashed, and a phantom flashed, keeping up with Feng Chen's steps.
At the same time, holding a jade bottle in his hand, he was ready to sprinkle corpse powder on Feng Chen.
"Huh!" How keen is Feng Chen's divine thoughts. Although he was the peak of Xixian in his early days, his divine thoughts have already broken through the Tianxian realm and reached the level of Jinxian. He felt a sense of murder. The target of this killing intention is himself.