Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 38 Can I hurt people? (Angrily ask for a recommendation ticket)

  "Big brother is big brother." Ling He sighed, only to feel that the mountain stood up.

   "Then what is the cultivation level of Brother Zhu now?" Jiang Wang asked again.

   "I haven't seen him for a while." Zhang Linchuan sighed inexplicably, "It should have been through the gate of heaven and earth..."

   "That's not much different from you, brother, it's still between you! Chengdao Academy is the first, I still like Brother Zhang you!" Huang Azhan held his stinky feet very persistently.

  Everyone knows that Zhang Linchuan has seen the gate of heaven and earth for a long time, and it is just a short time to reach the sixth stage Tenglong realm. Therefore, it is not impossible to say that it is not bad, but...

  Zhang Linchuan looked at Huang Azhan very strangely, and then withdrew two more steps.

  People Zhu Weiwu Although he is only a newcomer to the sixth rank, he is chasing the heart-swallowing demons all over the world! Can that be a general sixth grade?

  Zhao Rucheng and Jiang Wang looked at each other, and moved away in a tacit understanding.

   "Hey eh, what do you mean?" Huang Azhan yelled.

  Zhao Rucheng sighed, "Finally knows why Duhuo is getting stupid."

   Jiang Wang also looked up at the sky: "Maybe stupid will be infected..."

At this time, Dong A has already read the last place of his year: "According to the usual practice, in the one-year Daoism, every Daoyuan must have a place, and it will be given to the disciples of the latest Daoyuan, to show that there are talented people from generation to generation. ..."

  Under the stands, Fang Heling clenched her fists!

  Among the Daoyuan disciples who were at the same time as him, only he and Jiang Wang were the first to open their veins. Now a few months have passed, and other students have completed the opening of the pulse, but the only one who has completed the foundation stone laying is Fang Heling.

   can be regarded as the leader!

  If you want to represent the level of the freshmen of Fenglin City Taoist Academy, who else?

  This is an honor! It was enough to wash away his father's previous suspicion that he had to buy him an Kaimaidan for him.

  He, Fang Heling, must...

   "Jiang Wang." Dong A said.

   There was a commotion under the stage. As the first outside door to enter the inner door, he also won the death battle in the Daozheng under the public. Jiang Wang's name is not unfamiliar in the entire city. The fact that he lingered for a long time before laying the foundation was also spread widely with the help of some people.

  What Jiang Lang is exhausted, the successor is weak, and it is such a thing to say back and forth.

  In the eyes of Dean Dong A, he actually represents the strongest level of freshmen?

   "President!" Fang Heling stood up angrily and met Dong A's cold gaze. He was extremely apprehensive as if being poured down by a basin of cold water, but he quickly stalked his neck: "I...I don't accept it!"

   "Ha." Wei Qu laughed. He was very happy to see Dong A being questioned, although he believed that Dong A's vision would never go wrong.

   "It's very simple." Wei Qu said quickly: "Come on stage, fight a game, whoever wins will go."

  Export the words to know how stupid he is. In any case, he cannot and should not question Dong A on this occasion, questioning a big man who can easily determine his future.

  Fang Heling only felt that his heel was trembling, but he still held on and looked at Dong A. He was already riding a tiger.

  Fortunately, Dong A doesn't seem to be embarrassed by his thoughts, and he doesn't have the face to be rid of the disease.

   "Yes," he said.

  Fang Heling breathed a sigh of relief, as he straightened his back as much as possible, and walked towards the high platform under the gaze of the crowd.

  He must use familiar Taoism to defeat his opponents. He wanted to prove that he was not for himself, but for the reputation of the entire Fenglin City Taoist Academy. How can you send a guy who has failed to lay the foundation to fight in a dignified three-city performance?

  He felt the gaze of the crowd, there was surprise and envy, jealousy and solemnity.

  Walking on the way of crowding aside, he suddenly thought, was it the same feeling when his cousin Fang Peng was enjoying the scenery back then?

  While Fang Pengju had died before entering the inner door, he was already a dignified disciple of the inner door!

  Then he heard Jiang Wang's voice.

   During the whole process from the occurrence to the evolution, Jiang Wang was very calm, as if he had nothing to do with him.

  Only after Dong A agreed to determine the quota by battle, he raised his eyes and asked indifferently—"Can I hurt people?"

  Can I hurt someone? The question is whether the rules allow it, not whether he can.

   Fang Heling’s lungs are about to explode!

  Dong A has no expression on his face, just saying: "Don't be disabled, don't let you die."

   means everything else is okay.

  On the high platform stood Wei Quji, Dong A, and several Fenglincheng officials and Taoist teachers behind them. At this time, Judu stepped back a few steps, stood on the edge of the high platform, and made room to fight.

  Jiang Wang nodded, holding the scabbard in one hand, and calmly walked to the high platform.

  Fang Heling, who was already standing on the high platform, had his eyes fixed on him like nails.

  "Don't worry, I won't beat you in the same game." Fang Heling gritted his teeth.

  People were expecting what kind of cruel words Jiang Wang would reply, but Jiang Wang was silent.

  Two people stand on a high platform, facing each other.

  This scene reminds many people of the Daozhen death fight a few months ago. One of them was Jiang Wang and the other was Fang Fang.

  Wei Quji was full of enthusiasm, but after noticing Fang Heling's excitement and eagerness, and seeing Jiang Wang's calm and calm from beginning to end, he suddenly became unhappy.

  One is obviously a tender chick who has never fought a life or death, and the other is a cultivator who has experienced many battles. Even though there is a slight gap in cultivation, where is there any suspense?

   "Let's start." He waved his hand boringly.

  锵~!

   is the howl of the long sword being unsheathed!

  Before the battle started, Fang Heling had imagined many ways of fighting, and he had measured which Dao technique was most beneficial to start. He is not stupid, he knows that his greatest advantage over Jiang Wang lies in Taoism. He can use Taoism, but Jiang Wang can't. This is the chance of victory.

  However, the sword was too fast.

  Fang Heling’s final Dao technique was the Flame Knife. Among the five element basic Dao techniques, this technique was the most violent, and he also mastered it most skillfully.

  In order to maintain the leading position, in order to wash away the doubts in the clan, he has not slackened, he has been working hard.

  Now, he can even finish the fight with just three breaths!

  But, that sword was too fast.

   is two breaths, or one breath? In short, his choke has just begun, and the sword is already lying across his neck. The sharp edge of the blade faintly stung the skin and blood vessels between the neck.

ended?

  What kind of swordsmanship is this!

   Jiang Wang turned his sword to the side and patted He Ling's cheek lightly with the sword, making him recover from the sluggishness.

   "You lost." Jiang Wang said.

  Fang Heling felt at a loss and felt at a loss. How come, how come? He hasn't even had time to use a Taoist technique!

  If, if, if, after a while, wait for him to complete the small week cycle and brand the Flame Sword Technique in the Tongtian Palace, he can complete the instant cast. You will never get out of hand again!

in case……

He suddenly raised his head, gritted his teeth and said: "You must have used Daoyuan to promote swordsmanship. You didn't even finish laying the foundation. Daoyuan used one less than one, so you were willing to delay the foundation laying for such a test. You are really willing to do so. !"

  Jiang Wang returned his sword to its sheath, turned and walked off the platform. Just like every time he encountered Fang Heling's provocation before, he was too lazy to respond and dismissed it.

  An ant stopped in the middle of the road to provoke, and humans could not hear its voice.

  "You won't be able to lay the foundation for the rest of your life!" Fang Heling shouted at his back.

   "Go down! What a shame!" With a wave of Dong A's sleeve, Fang Heling really rolled off the platform.

  He got up and looked around, all he saw were sympathetic or contemptuous eyes.

  He was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly roared, staggered and fled here.

  (End of this chapter)