“Waste war is incomplete?”

When everyone saw the visitor, they couldn't accept it for a while. A waste who could not practice could win the favor of Goddess Jiang? It's funny!

"Fortunately I wasn't late," Zhan Wuque chuckled, but he was a little surprised in his heart. Why were everyone staring at him with a look that they wanted to kill.

"Brother Zhan, there are so many people here." Lu Qiaoer jumped out from behind Zhan Wuque and smiled happily, with a happy smile on her face. Today is her happiest day in so many years.

Lu Qiaoer was wearing a sea blue long dress today, her hair was combed into a ponytail, and her delicate pretty face was not covered with any makeup, and her skin was tender, as if she could pinch it out of water. Her big, watery eyes were crescent-shaped, looking very playful and cute.

"Bastard, this kid is not satisfied with the favor of the goddess, but he actually brings a little loli." Someone beats his chest and stamps his feet, feeling unfair for the goddess, and is even more jealous.

"Wait, isn't that the little princess of the God of War Temple and Qinglongyang's fiancée?" Someone recognized Lu Qiaoer's identity.

"There is a good show now," someone sneered and looked at Qinglongyang, who had already begun to get angry.

"Bareless, ants, I want to make you live worse than death." Qinglongyang roared angrily, his eyes falling on Zhan Wuque like an arrow.

There was a silence in the field.

Lu Qiaoer quickly felt something was wrong in the atmosphere and hurriedly hid behind Zhan Wuque.

"Bastard"! Seeing his fiancée following Zhan Wuque like a young wife, Qinglong Yang's lungs were about to be blown up, and he felt that his head was green, especially the strange gazes around him, which made his murderous intent rise.

"I don't kill Zhan Wuque, I, Qinglongyang, vowed not to be a human being. There is also that bitch. When I get married, I will abuse her until I die." Qinglongyang's eyes were cold, and he forced himself to calm down.

"Ahem, today is another three-year competition for Qingyang College. Thank you for your support, old rules, big scores, strength, speed, and actual combat." A white-haired old man walked out of the platform, leaning on a crutch, he was the dean of Qingyang College.

"Now start the first test, strength test." A middle-aged man in a mentor's robe stood up and whispered.

"Please work monument"!

A huge stone tablet of half a meter was transported up.

Zhan Wuque narrowed his eyes and knew this power monument and could test the power of martial arts. At present, the power monument is only half a meter in size, and the upper limit power should be at the level of a martial artist, no more than 20,000 pounds.

"The first one, Fang Ping"!

A delicate shout rang out.

"Well? The supervisor instructor in the first level was actually mentor Jiang Nana." Zhan Wuque was a little surprised.

The young man who was pointed at was full of excitement and walked to the power monument, put in full force and issued the strongest blow.

"800, qualified"! The numbers on the power stele kept jumping and slowly stopped.

The unit of the Libei is pounds, and the minimum standard for passing the first round is 500 pounds, and the boy has passed the test.

"It's okay, it's okay," someone commented on the high platform.

"Next one, Ma Liang"!

"400, failed"!

"Next one, Zhang Jiangkong"!

"700, qualified"!

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One by one, one teenager took the stage one after another to test the power.

At this moment, a beautiful figure slowly approached Zhan Wuque.

"Qingshuang"? Seeing the visitor, Zhan Wuque glanced at Qinglongyang not far away. The latter immediately made a move to wipe his neck, but unfortunately he was ignored by Zhan Wuque.

"This is Brother Long Yang's fiancée, sister Qiao'er," Qingshuang squeezed out a kind smile on her face, and directly glanced at Zhan Wuque and looked at Lu Qiao'er.

"I am not Qinglongyang's fiancée. Your Qing family will die as soon as possible."

Lu Qiaoer retorted without hesitation, with a cold expression and a look of keeping others from thousands of miles away.

The Qingyang City has long been spreading all over Zhan Wuque's family. Now Qiao'er is concerned about Zhan Wuque, how could she give Qingshuang a good face?!

Zhan Wuque was stunned, but he didn't expect that the simple Qiaoer also had such a strong person.

He spoke directly and domineeringly: "The toad in Qinglongyang is not worthy of carrying my shoes. He also wants to get involved in Qiao'er, so he sees me beat him up later and look for teeth on the ground!"

Qinglongyang has been paying attention to this place silently. When he heard this, he was instantly angry and smoked from his seven orifices. A large area of ​​people around him was empty, afraid of touching Qinglongyang's bad head. Everyone could see that Qinglongyang was already on the verge of storm.

"This kid is quite angry. Don't be beaten down when you come on stage soon," Jiang Nana stared at Zhan Wuque, speechless.

This is a bit too ruthless.

"Shuang'er, is this your former husband? It's as ridiculous as a clown, and the waste must have the awareness of the waste." A tall boy came over and stood beside Qingshuang, and it was obvious that the two were a little intimate.

"Brother Li, you are here." Qingshuang's face instantly filled with a bright smile and said coquettishly. Then she turned around and looked down at Zhan Wuque: "Did you see it? Brother Li is the real strong man, the second genius of Qingyang City, the ninth level of the martial artist, unlike you, a useless man, who is useless except for talking wildly"!

"The Ninth Level of Warrior is considered a strong man?" Zhan Wuque sneered, then looked at the tall young man deeply and kindly reminded him: "Qingshuang likes to kick the quilt when sleeping at night, so you can take it more."

"Wow"!

Zhan Wuque's voice was very loud. The tall boy instantly felt the feeling of Qinglongyang, and only felt a prairie above his head, and his expression was similar to eating a pile of rat shit.

"No, Brother Li, listen to my explanation. I have never been in the same room with this waste." Qingshuang hurriedly explained, but he didn't expect Zhan Wuque to talk nonsense in public and suddenly panic.

"Selection"? The tall young man became even more annoyed when he heard this. He had never touched Qingshuang's hand until now. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that what Zhan Wuque said was true. A lonely man and a widow, fucking Chai Liehuo, and getting married for a year, how could nothing happen?

Who believes it?!

"Get out, bitch!"

The tall young man threw Qingshuang away, feeling annoyed. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he almost became a veritable takeover!

"severe"!

Jiang Nana's voice came from the stage, and everyone on the stage looked over.
Chapter completed!