Chapter 357: The trap of no solution (6)

Wang Feng was indeed a little surprised.
He hasn't played for six consecutive days. It stands to reason that the teams behind should not have the guts to play again.
Wang Feng is also very happy, just not playing.
Unexpectedly, he would encounter academies that did not admit defeat and abstain, which surprised Wang Feng a bit.
If Tianshui College is a well-known element academy in the empire, Wang Feng can understand it, or if it is an academy that has a high record and wants to compete, Wang Feng can also understand it.
But in these 20 games, the Garbage Academy, which lost 19 games, didn’t even give up?
Is it possible to let yourself go?
"Um, my soul power is empty, I'll go back first, you can watch the game."
Wang Feng coughed a few times, "Watch it well, this game is a bit weird."
With that said, Wang Feng held his head with his hands and walked out of the lounge seemingly weak.
"Brother, Brother Feng only used his soul ability once, shouldn't it be like this?"
Xiao Wu looked at Wang Feng's back, wondering.
Tang San whispered: "Of course it was pretending, that spirit ability is too powerful. In order not to expose too much, Feng Ge pretended to be weak and made other teams think he could only play it once. Of course, the pretense If he wants to install the whole set, if he goes back energetically now, wouldn't he just pretend to be?"
Hearing this, everyone was surprised.
"Well, let's go and watch the game. This game gives me a weird feeling."

When Wang Feng came to the rest area of ​​the Purple Star Academy, he knew the name of this team.
Huangquan College.
Although there is no such thing as Huang Quan in this world, Wang Feng still felt a little strange when he heard such a name.
"Very weak team..."
Dean Fei Lun said lightly,
For you, it’s a matter of a few seconds. The highest of their team is only level 34, with an average of level thirty-two... In the advanced academy of Heaven Dou, it’s better than us. It’s much worse."
"But none of this team gave up."
After Dean Fei Lun finished speaking, he passed the information to Wang Feng to look at it.
Wang Feng really took a look this time, because it might feel a little weird.
After reading it.
"This is too rubbish, right?"
Wang Feng was speechless. He watched for a long time. There were not even one of the seven players in the Huangquan Academy team.
Among these twenty-odd teams, it is really the bottom-tier academy. No wonder the record is so bad.
And the quality of Wuhun is not high.
The best martial soul that Wang Feng saw was the horned insect martial soul, which was a worm-like martial soul with strong defensive power and certain offensive capabilities.
It is the beast martial spirit with the highest martial spirit quality among the seven.
The rest are stinky fish and shrimps.
After Wang Feng glanced at the information, he took the six people to the ring.
Perhaps it was because of the curiosity that there was still academy daring to play against Zixing Academy, the audience seemed a little excited.
For fans who haven't seen September 1st for a long time, they are naturally happier.
Although they all knew the result, when they were on the court on September 1, they would naturally cheer and be happy to see each other's figure.
On the ring.
Even the referees are a bit hungry and lethargic, lazily unable to fight, obviously they are speechless and have no interest in the challenge of such a weak academy.
If it is the rest of the element academy, it is still worth seeing.
But what's the point of such a weak college? Not to mention ten seconds, even four or five seconds is estimated to be impossible.
Wang Feng also saw the members of Huangquan Academy. They were five men and two women, all of them in average appearance and body shape, and they were not easy to find out in a crowd.
His age was not that old, around twenty, the captain's martial spirit was the best-quality horned worm martial spirit found in the literature.
"Game start!"
The referee said lazily.
After speaking, he retreated to the high platform aside.
At the same time, of the seven people in Huangquan Academy, five of them directly activated the martial arts, rushing towards Wang Feng, and two auxiliary spirit masters behind them were imposing status on them.
Wang Feng was even more confused.
What did he think these seven people could hide? So he rushed over here?
It was the captain who came in the lead. The three spirit rings on his body were directly lit up, and the whole person seemed to have become a hornworm, with a sharp horn growing on top of his head, which contained a layer of milky white light. .
The other four people attacked at the same time.
"No...just this strength...no reason to play?"
Wang Feng wondered, just the strength of these five people, let alone him, one Dai Mubai could handle it.
He thought that the other party might have some hidden moves, but now it seems to be too weak.
Seeing several people approaching, Wang Feng frowned slightly, his eyes flickered, and his black robe floated. He just gently moved a hand and slapped the captain directly into the air.
Then there was a few slaps and slapped the other four people away.
After a few blinks, all five of them fell to the ground, leaving only the two auxiliary female soul masters in the distance, opening their mouths:
"We admit defeat."
Upon hearing this, another strange light flashed in Wang Feng's eyes.
This battle is a bit weird.
It's too weird, there is always something wrong...Wang Feng filtered one side from beginning to end.
The ordinary academy where these seven people belonged was at a lower level of spirit power, and then attacked mediocrely.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, as if thinking of something.
Slightly drunk in my heart!
At this time, the referee also stretched his waist, intending to declare victory.
But at this moment... a scream sounded from the mouths of two female soul masters in the distance:
"Dead...dead!"
As soon as the words came out, the audience fell silent!
Countless audiences trembled suddenly!
The referee also stayed there, then suddenly turned and walked over.
I saw that captain was lying on the ground at this time, his eyes were pale, and there was a slap on his chest.
The referee walked over, checked, his heart sank.
People are out of breath.
Seeing the referee's face extremely solemn, many people's hearts were also sinking.
There are rules in the contest, and there is no way to kill people.
Once this happens, at least it will be disqualified!
Countless pairs of eyes suddenly opened to Jiu Yi!
"Still playing such nasty tricks? Touching porcelain?"
The corner of Wang Feng's mouth twitched slightly ~EbookFREE.me~ With his control of power, the slap just now was at most knocking the opponent into the air, it was impossible to kill the opponent.
But under the eyes of all the people, even if there were 10,000 mouths, they couldn't tell.
Wang Feng really didn't expect that there would be such nasty means.
Wang Feng almost knew who it was without even thinking about it. It must be the Spirit Hall, or rather, the ghost of the platinum bishop Salas.
The reason is very simple. He rejected the invitation of the various forces a few days ago, naturally including Wuhun Palace.
In addition, his identity is mysterious, and he didn't even agree to basic contact. There is a high probability that the other party is the ghost.
Wang Feng walked over, but halfway through, he was stopped by the referee.