Chapter 466: Which little black powder takes me to the rhythm

Hearing another elder's scolding, others understood that it was Zhang Xing's sneak attack!
Really stupid, knowing that Zhang Xing is tricky and good at seizing the time, you still talk to him nonsense.
Come up and shoot directly, pretend to speak secretly, alive, you are a king of war, can't you hit Zhang Xing at such a close distance?
Have you ever seen Zhang Xing's mouth full of nonsense when confronting the enemy?
Then the boy stared at your flaws and resolved the fight with one punch.
I have learned lessons from the past, and I have not learned any lessons. I have been honed, honed, and ranked second in the entire college.
"Zhang Xing, you don't talk about rules. This is a sneak attack, not counting!"
Dodri jumped out and shouted at Zhang Xing.
"Sneak attack? Joke! Even after entering the playing field, how can you say that?"
"If it's on the battlefield, would you tell the enemy a sneak attack?"
"Wait your bones are dry (gangan), the enemy is still alive and well, you go to and tell a sneak attack on the king?"
"A bunch of flowers in your greenhouse. When you exercise in the army, you also walked through the field. How many of them really matter?"
A magician guild referee flung his sleeves on the playing field, and blasted at Dodri.
Seeing this angry referee, Dodley sat down and was afraid to refute. This is an elder of the guild.
The trained faceless face, buried his head deeply in the magic robe.
Hearing the elders' polite reprimand, the students bowed their heads in awkward expressions.
That's right, they are the flowers in the greenhouse. They are arrogant in school, they are scared in trousers when they go to the battlefield to practice.
The corners of the big brothers in the audience twitched.
I really didn't talk about it at all. Anyway, the parents of these students are all there, so to speak face to face is face-to-face.
What are flowers in a greenhouse? Not to say that there is no education, holding it from childhood, accustomed to fear of suffering for children.
Whether in school or in the army ...
"Ahem! A few more words, don't mind, the game continues!"
The elder consciously said it was a bit heavy, and he took the anger in time.
"Stoke up, teach this boy a good deal, how can this be true? We, the students of the second-class national academy, can't beat him together. How can we go out to meet people later?"
A few (guanguan) students next to Stoke were angry.
These remarks resonated with most students. Although they did not graduate from the same school and had various contradictions, Zhang Xing was an outsider in their eyes.
Even if Stoke didn't fight, their face was lost to the uncle's family, and Zhang Xing's reputation was also beaten out.
Only the last hope can be pinned on Stoke (body sh n), or the end of the challenge, this is the biggest news topic in Wanwu City.
The 800 senior magic teachers who graduated this year were completely crushed by a graduate of a first-class country less than ten years old and had no ability to fight back.
Not only are their faces dull, but even their families and colleges are notorious.
"Stoke!"
"Stoke!"
"..."
I don't know who shouted first, followed by the shouts that drove most people, and the entire playing field sounded a neat and consistent beat.
Several big names of the Stoke family heard a dark voice, Nima, which little black powder is taking our rhythm!
Stoke also realized that he was hacked, and his heart was sore that he almost pretended to have a heart attack.
Nima, don't let me find out who it is ...