Wizard he really doesn't want to roll [Rebirth]

Lin Xiaoming's appearance caught everyone's attention.

Prior to this, everyone was speculating whether the King of Rolls would participate in the fight night. Some people thought that the King of Rolls would definitely ignore this waste of his time without hesitation, while others felt that he would treat it as a mock battle. training into it.

Only a few people were thinking, would Lin Xiaoming use this to meet Lu Jinchao?

There is almost no possibility of a combination between a male sentinel with no background and a male guide. Although the two have always claimed to be brothers, they are too real.

More real than diamonds.

The sentries who didn't plan to participate in the battle night stayed in the dormitory obediently. They leaned out half of their bodies from the window, playing harmonica or saxophone to entertain the students downstairs.

What's more, he blew the suona, and the sound pierced the night sky, causing laughter and curses from the people around him.

The moment the hour hand points to 10 o'clock, the battle officially begins.

No one was stupid enough to provoke Lin Xiaoming as soon as they came up. They were quite aware of the huge gap between the levels. In the last field assessment in the forest, this person had demonstrated a terrifying one-to-many ability.

But we can't keep him until the end, everyone has no strength after the fight, isn't it as easy for Lin Xiaoming to deal with them as an eagle catching chickens?

Facing those fearful and vigilant eyes, Lin Xiaoming walked forward without changing his expression, and walked to the most central position in the open space.

He saw many familiar faces, including classmates, seniors and sisters he knew, boys and girls gearing up, eager to try, waiting to show their skills.

Qi Shuo followed at his feet, the snow leopard completely lost its usual cute look, its back tensed, a low growl came from its throat, its blue-gray eyes looked around, not letting go of any slight changes.

Under the gaze of everyone, Lin Xiaoming raised his hand indifferently and glanced at the terminal.

Lu Jinchao just sent him a message, saying that he might spend the night in the laboratory.

He replied "OK", raised his head, and said to everyone in front of him:

"Let's go together, I'm in a hurry."

This is too much of a fight.

Lin Xiaoming's words instantly aroused everyone's bloodliness. I have never seen such a contemptuous person. Everyone is a proud son of heaven who came from various places. Are you safe from the siege?

Lin Xiaoming was in the center of the flames of war and was almost overwhelmed by the crowd. The sentinels tacitly adopted a gang-style wheel battle. As long as one showed exhaustion or was unable to parry, another would quickly make up for it.

Punches, elbows, knee lifts... Lin Xiaoming responded calmly. The strong wind of the attack brushed his cheeks, but he couldn't really touch his body, causing substantial damage.

The surrounding crowd is like a storm, constantly changing its formation.

The movement caused by dodging during the battle is inevitable, and the storm moves slowly like this. Lin Xiaoming is the eye of the storm that drives them.

Taking a step back to avoid a flying kick, Lin Xiaoming walked backwards into the cafeteria gate.

The cafeteria made special preparations for tonight. After cleaning, all the windows were tightly closed, and a hard protective cover was set up.

Lin Xiaoming turned over and jumped onto the long table, picked up the stool to block the thrown dinner plate.

More people climbed up the table and wanted to fight him. Before they could stand still, they were kicked down by Lin Xiaoming several times.

The snow leopard threw down everyone who wanted to attack from behind, its long tail whipped like a whip, its sharp claws and fangs glowed coldly.

Ten minutes later, Lin Xiaoming left the restaurant from the opposite door. There was a bleeding scratch on his cheek, which was left by a female classmate's nails.

His left leg wasn't kicking as quickly as it first did, obviously injured.

But his eyes were still firm and sharp. Everyone who was closely watched by him couldn't help feeling a chill from the bottom of his heart, as if a ferocious beast was about to jump off the cliff and bite off his neck.

It is still fierce to kill.

Lin Xiaoming managed to leave behind a messy cafeteria with tables and chairs, and dozens of sentries squatting or lying on the ground.

The battle is still going on, or has just begun.

The night that should have been quiet was full of cheers and roars. The non-participating onlookers applauded and played music, cheering for the battlefield. Many people shouted Lin Xiaoming's name, which almost became a hysterical carnival.

Perhaps tonight, they are about to witness the birth of a real king.

A man in black stood on the highest terrace of the academy, with his hands behind his back, looking at the chaotic battlefield below.

The huge eagle owl stood on the railing, cooing, staring down with round eyes, seeing every corner in the darkness clearly.

Almost no one could take their eyes off Lin Xiaoming's body. If he didn't have any tools in his hands, all his offensive methods would be fatal.

Any sentinel who approached Lin Xiaoming would be completely incapacitated after a few seconds.

Fierce, fierce, killed with one blow, and his throat was sealed with blood.

Simply a born spy.

"That sentinel, give me all his information by tomorrow morning."

The non-commissioned officer behind him answered yes, looking at the chaotic battlefield, he said, "It seems that there are quite a few good seedlings this year."

The man sneered: "But most of them will enter the military headquarters. How many children at this age will willingly stay in the dark? Maybe no one will know their names until they die."

The sergeant remained silent, this is the fate that every Grenisu must endure.

They maintain order in the dark and try their best to protect the peace on the surface, but they are shamed and feared by those who stand in the light.

They are ghosts that wander alone in the dark.

The Sentinel Academy was buzzing with voices, which could be heard in the Wizard Academy just across the wall.

It was an exciting night, and basically no one could sleep peacefully. Many guides went under the Berlin Wall to let their mental bodies spy on the battle situation.

Zhang Jiyue yawned sleepily. According to the situation in previous years, the battle would last until seven or eight in the morning.

He saw on the forum that Lin Xiaoming had also participated, and he wanted to know the latest battle situation, and wanted to go to sleep.

There is a live broadcast building on the battle night on the forum, which has already built tens of thousands of floors, and the enthusiastic sentry next door broadcasts the latest situation for the guides.

Almost no one can not be impressed by Lin Xiaoming's arrogance. What kind of confidence does it take to have the courage to fight against a thousand?

Although Lin Xiaoming was extremely curly, he usually seemed to be quiet, why did he suddenly become crazy this time?

Zhang Jiyue couldn't help yawning again, his eyelids were twitching, he refreshed the live broadcast building to see the latest situation: Okay, Lin Xiaoming has been beaten from the first canteen to the second canteen, and now it seems that he only suffered some minor injuries, but Countless people were knocked down by him.

...I always feel that there will be a good show to watch, so I'd better wait a little bit and don't sleep.

The forum late at night has never been so lively.

Videos and moving pictures were uploaded one after another. The sentries studied Lin Xiaoming's fighting methods and found that there were too many skills that they had never learned in class. Such moves were so fierce that they would believe that Lin Xiaoming had killed someone.

The guides were also extremely excited. There was no one who didn't love the strong, let alone such a handsome and tall sentinel. Lin Xiaoming's face and figure alone were enough to fascinate a large number of people, but the handsome guy was so strong.

God is really unfair sometimes.

But both the sentinel and the guide wanted to know what Lin Xiaoming's purpose was for participating in this battle.

What was he going to do when he got the chance to enter the Wizard Academy?

Lin Xiaoming crossed his arms to block the punch that was going straight to the door, raised his foot to kick the opponent out of the encirclement, and then swept his legs with a low body within [-] second, avoiding the impact and tripping the third person to the ground.

It seems that I have found the feeling of being on the battlefield again. If you don't fight, you will die.

The moon has moved from the west to another position. As time passed, the starlight in the sky became clear, and then began to blur as the faint light appeared in the sky.

Everyone guessed wrong, the whole night of fighting did not consume all of Lin Xiaoming's physical strength, he was still tireless, like a humanoid weapon that would not hurt.

Knocking the last person to the ground, Lin Xiaoming stood where he was, gasping for breath.

He was the only one standing on the entire battlefield.

The blood slowly flowed down from the forehead, passed through the left eye, left a meandering bright red on the cheek, and soaked the collar.

Both fists were worn to a bloody mess, and even the white joints could be seen.

This level of pain could drive a sentry crazy, but Lin Xiaoming remained calm.

He looked around, and there were no enemies as far as he could see.

Lin Xiaoming took a step forward and walked in the direction of the Guidance Academy.

Those students who did not participate in the night of the battle came one after another, standing on the front line of watching the excitement, watching Lin Xiaoming get the security permission, step over the gate at the Berlin Wall, and gradually disappear on the other side of the Guidance Academy.

The guides all rushed downstairs to welcome the winner who defeated all opponents.

Even teachers and school leaders are watching.

Victoria stood on the side of the road, watching Lin Xiaoming walk past her without looking sideways, and heard the roommate next to her sigh softly: "Oh my god, he is so handsome! He is so handsome that he wants to die!"

She smiled, suppressing the faint disappointment in her heart.

Lin Xiaoming's eyes were firm, his face was indifferent, and under the gaze of everyone, he went straight to... the cafeteria.

He came to the third window on the left, and said to the terrified lady in the cafeteria: "Four sauced meat buns, a cup of soy milk, thank you."

"Oh, what happened to the young man, blood is all over his face and hands, wipe it off quickly, it's okay, auntie doesn't want your money, go to the hospital quickly!"

Lin Xiao thanked Auntie, took the steamed stuffed bun, soybean milk and paper towels from her, leaned down to wipe off the blood dripping on the floor carefully, and limped away from the cafeteria under Auntie's worried eyes.

Lin Xiaoming took the warm buns and soy milk and headed towards the direction of the laboratory.

Lu Jinchao finally finished the work at hand, and reconfirmed that there is no problem with the data this time.

He sent emails and lab reports to the teacher, packed his things and prepared to go back.

If it wasn't for the urgent need for data, he wouldn't have come here to stay up all night. The sleepiness made his internal organs feel a little uncomfortable, especially the fire in his stomach, as if he was digesting himself.

So hungry, so sleepy.

Lu Jin yawned, checked the equipment and samples for the last time, locked the door and left the laboratory.

The voice of E7 came from the earphone: [I just connected to your campus network, it looks very lively tonight]

"Really?" Lu Jinchao said casually, "Did anyone win?"

The twilight of morning light was already on the horizon, Lu Jin bowed his head and walked out of the gate of the laboratory building. When he raised his eyes, he saw a figure walking towards him in front of him.

Bloody all over, but so firm.