Minister Ding's face was livid, and his eyes were as bright as lightning, circling around the faces of all the students in the school.

All Qianlong Gaowu teachers stood upright next to the classes they were teaching, listening in a standard standing posture, motionless.

A lot of them are thinking.

We talk about these things every day and emphasize them every day.

It’s not that we don’t pay attention to children’s battlefield education.

But we can't educate students by killing one person a day.

But...in front of Minister Ding, these reasons do not exist!

As long as some of your students still have such childish ideas, you, the teacher, have failed!

No reason!

"Results of the second draw! Qianlong Gaowu Grade 3 Class 2, ranked second!"

"The opponent is, the second team is ranked 19th!"

Off stage.

Gao Qiaoer and Li Chenglong both looked surprised.

I couldn't help but turned around and glanced at each other, only to see the deep doubt in the other person's eyes.

"The guess is wrong!"

"Yes, how could the murder happen in the second team?"

"Isn't Team 2 from Star Soul Continent? Impossible!"

"But the King of Central Plains is here...could it be...why else did it take so long?"

"Keep watching."

The two exchanged a few words quickly, then immediately turned back and stared at the stage intently.

beside.

Xiang Bing's face was red, his eyes were fixed, his fists were clenched tightly, and his teeth were clenching, making a sound like eating broad beans.

The place was filled with sounds like roaring mountains and tsunami, but almost nothing was heard.

There is only one thought in my mind: This pair of bitches are flirting with each other again... Scumbag! Scumbag! This makes me mad...

Xiang Bing is just a hair away from erupting...

On stage.

Vice Principal Liu picked up the roster, found the name, and read: "Qianlong Gaowu, Class 2, Grade 3, the second one is, Chen Tang! Infant Transformation to Advanced Level!"

Over there, the young man in Tsing Yi held the roster and said calmly: "Team 2, ranked 19th is Wang Xiaoma! Infant Transformation High Level!"

On the surface, they are two people who are evenly matched.

Moreover, the name is very strange and makes people laugh.

The former one is called Iron Calf.

And this one is surprisingly called Wang Xiaoma.

How random is this name?

But this time, no one laughed.

Because everyone has realized that every one of these people is a veteran who has been fighting for many years!

I really don't know where these people came from.

And those names, what about Iron Calf King and Xiao Ma? Ninety-nine percent of them are fake names.

On stage.

When he heard the name 'Chen Tang', the King of Zhongyuan, who was originally a little pale, was startled again.

My whole body felt stiff!

What a coincidence again?

The next moment, King Zhongyuan's eyes were filled with a look of anger? And panic.

Although it disappeared in a flash, the emotion did exist.

Chen Tang walked out slowly with a solemn expression.

When he heard his name, he couldn't help but wonder, should he admit defeat?

But once you give in? Your whole life will be over. At most, you can only be a martial artist with no future at all!

The military and political circles are all blacklisted. What achievements can be made in the future?

If you really achieve success as a martial artist, you will be easily targeted.

One sentence of admitting defeat? But it will be ruined for a lifetime.

I can not be reconciled!

I still have my mission!

Chen Tang pursed his lips and jumped onto the ring.

In front of him, there was a young man with the same tall and tall figure and dark face, with the same expressionless expression as the Iron Maverick before; on his back was also the same as the Iron Maverick, a thick-backed machete!

And the same reticence.

If their faces were not completely different, just looking at their aura and temperament, one would almost think that they are twins.

"please!"

"please!"

The two of them saluted each other.

Immediately, the war began.

but……

After just two moves!

Wang Xiaoma put away his sword and retreated: "Promise!"

In front of him was Chen Tang's body that had been broken into two pieces.

The blood was slowly spreading on the ring; and on Chen Tang's face, which could no longer change, there was only horror!

Two knives!

The first sword cut off Chen Tang's weapon and sent his body flying. The second sword cut him in half!

"In the second round, the second team wins! Qianlong Gaowu, lose another game!"

Minister Ding's voice was filled with unspeakable regret.

Over there, the King of Zhongyuan trembled, suddenly stood up, his face turned a little blue, and said: "Marshal Dongfang, Uncle Ximen...Uncle Beigong...Minister Ding, I am feeling a little unwell...Why don't I go back for now...

…”

Marshal Ximen turned his eyes, his eyes as sharp as a red-hot steel needle, and said calmly: "What's wrong with you?"

The King of Central Plains smiled: "I haven't been on the battlefield for many years...but now I feel so uncomfortable when my blood energy rushes away. It's really unbearable."

Marshal Ximen narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "You can't do it like this. Back then, your father was wandering back and forth in the Corpse Mountain and the Sea of ​​Blood. Not to mention he was as comfortable as a fish in water, at least his expression remained unchanged. In your current state, at that time,

If something unexpected happens, how will you respond?"

The King of Central Plains looked pale: "Little Wang is probably in the rear all the year round. He is too pampered and pampers himself, which brings shame to his ancestors and makes his generosity laugh..."

Marshal Dongfang turned around, his face darkened, and he said slowly: "As a prince of the royal family, supported by the people, it is too unbearable to react like this when seeing blood. The royal family is a role model for the mainland and has a heavy responsibility on its shoulders. You are like this

Son, how can you set an example for the world? If you go to war, how can I expect you to lead the way?"

King of Central Plains: "I..."

Marshal Bei Gonghao was even more unceremonious and said: "Jun Taifeng, I will give you a piece of advice. Just read it honestly and adapt as soon as possible. The sooner you adapt, the better."

The King of Central Plains gasped, veins pulsing on his forehead, and his hands clenched tightly into fists.

The three commanders all looked at him coldly, not caring at all about his actions.

On the floor of the arena, blood was dazzling and the fishy smell was tangy.

After a moment of silence, the King of Central Plains finally took a deep breath, laughed, and said: "I have learned from the good advice of some great commanders. Now I will read it carefully. Our ancestors have shed blood for thousands of years.

This will bring stability to the rear, how could we be so helpless!"

His face turned from pale to rosy, and even looked somewhat calm and calm.

Marshal Ximen said calmly: "Today is just an inspection, or a formality. Once it passes, it won't be your problem. I still remember that before your father's life and death battle, he seemed to have some sense and came to me for a drink.

.We talked a lot that night.”

The Zhongyuan King's face was calm just now, but his blood was surging again. He took a breath and said, "I wonder what my father said?"
To be continued...