After being shaken open again, his hands were bleeding.

The young man from the South District team spoke, "You are not my opponent yet."

"You are not the only people from the Panzhong Realm who will do your best for your hometown."

He raised his knife.

Fight for everyone in the Southern District, fight for the god who treats them well, fight for their own future, they also have their own beliefs!

A strong light gathered on his sword, indicating that it was no longer a test, but that he was going to make a serious move.

Ruan Qingju firmly held Yin Nian's hand next to her, her worry evident in her words.

This child.

I always just keep my head down and rush forward.

Forward, further forward!

boom!

The huge sword light destroyed the forest land.

Yin Nian also pursed his lips and couldn't help but stand up, but the smoke and dust subsided, but there was no one in front of him.

Ruan Qingju was also stunned for a moment, "She ran away?"

Along the way, friends died one after another, forcing Fang Xi to learn to retreat.

Yin Nian leaned back again and smiled: "Good things must come from me."

The Scorpion Goddess turned to look at Yin Nian and the others. None of them were angry or disappointed, not even a little bit.

The most disappointed person is Fang Xi herself.

The sound of her running away with someone soon appeared on the field. As she ran away, she pretended to wipe away her tears casually, trying not to let others see it. She felt extremely ashamed, having embarrassed everyone, and lost in

I cannot hold up the banner of the First Academy today.

Because her favorite Yin Nian was watching, she felt even more ashamed.

This scene is a little girly.

"I will definitely not lose next time." Fang Xi said forcefully.

Dashi nodded, "We will win!"

"Go to the finish line first, this is not the final!" Everyone in the academy behind him also echoed.

But they all had regrets in their hearts.

They looked at the finish line and lit up the flag of the Southern District.

When will their flags be raised?

…

The game is in full swing, and almost everyone in the West District has gone to watch the game.

Only a few people were left to guard the clan.

Among them, there are not even a few people left in Master Fang’s large weapon refining sect.

Suddenly there was a loud 'boom'.

A group of people rushed in from outside and started looting and smashing.

"You are seeking death!" The remaining guards of the Weapon Refining Sect rushed out, but were outnumbered.

"Who are you!" they asked angrily.

Those people didn't answer, only sneered.

But when he turned around inadvertently, there was a familiar mark of power printed on his arm.
Chapter completed!