Chapter 155

"Hum, I'm too lazy to tell you." Gongsun Moyang said this, paused, frowned and said, "but do you really think he is the right person?"

"Apart from him, I can't think of the second person who can do that. The people in Longge are not suitable. After all, many of them have been exposed in public. If their identity is exposed, the consequences will be unimaginable. For me, I don't worry about anything. I'm always worried about the life safety of Longge members 。”

Gongsun Mo Yang nodded and asked, "have you ever thought that singing may not promise you if you know the danger?"

The middle-aged man frowned and asked, "he didn't realize this?"

Gongsun Moyang laughed and said bluntly, "although I don't know much about singing, I always think that if you talk about consciousness with him, he can spit a mouthful of thick phlegm on your face."

Middle aged man: "

He stared at the singing that was still swaggering in the challenge arena.

If Gaoge hears what Gongsun Moyang said before, he will hug him and kiss him. This is the real understanding of himself!

After several students were seriously injured in succession, a large group of people began to abstain and admit defeat directly in the next period of time.

Singing doesn't feel so surprised. If it doesn't even have this effect, isn't singing busy in vain?

As for those who are hurt by themselves, it doesn't matter whether they curse themselves.

If swearing can kill people, everyone won't sharpen their heads. They want to improve their strength through cultivation. Let's practice the mouth gun.

Then, another challenge attacker came up.

"Sun Lei?" I was surprised to see someone singing.

Sun Lei snorted coldly and arched his hand: "please give me some advice!"

"OK!"

After singing this sentence, he rushed towards sun Lei.

One punch fell and sun Lei resisted.

It has to be said that sun Lei's strength is still good, otherwise he could not have been the captain of yuexincheng Meng Jing before.

Suddenly, sun Lei pointed at the singing chest with one foot, very fast.

Singing slightly stunned, he had been hit by sun Lei, and his body retreated for a distance.

"Thunderbolt leg, a prefecture level martial art, is accepted." Sun Lei was very happy when he succeeded.

He rubbed his chest, sneered and nodded gently.

"It's really low-level martial arts."

Sun Lei's face changed in an instant.

He remembered that he had spoken very clearly just now. What he said seems to be prefecture level martial arts?

To you, it becomes a low-level martial art?

Are you listening to me?

In the blink of an eye, Gao Ge rushed to sun Lei. At the same time, I don't know when there was a long sword in his hand.

The sword light flashed and touched sun Lei's chest lightly. Sun Lei's body flew out, and a big wound was broken on his chest.

"Sing, don't hurt people!" Meng Fang frowned and quickly scolded.

"Don't worry, Mr. Meng. I'm still very measured. He can't get out of bed for three or four months at most. He can't die." Gao Song said with a smile, holding the flying star sword in his hand.

A teacher rushed to sun Lei, investigated the injury, found that it was only broken, and nodded at Meng Fang.

Meng Fangcai gave up, shook his head and said, "you boy, are you too cruel?"

"It's not cruel. I'm afraid I can't even stick to it today." Said in a deep voice.

Meng Fang sighed and said nothing more.

"Eh? When did you take out the singing sword?"

"Yes, where did he put his sword before?"

Some students began to talk.

Gongsun Moyang and the middle-aged man were also curious at this time.

Even they didn't know where the sword had been placed before. It suddenly appeared. It was really strange.

Seeing the middle-aged man looking at himself, Gongsun Moyang also shook his head: "don't look at me, I don't know."

Hearing Gongsun Moyang say so, the middle-aged man immediately sneered: "thanks to you, you are still the dean of Xiuxian college. You don't even know these things."

Gongsun Mo Yang's face sank: "do you know the name of the big cousin of Tang Jiusi's second aunt's family?"

“……”

"Hehe, you are still Tang Jiusi's boss. You don't even know these." Gongsun Moyang quickly sneered.

On the challenge arena, Gao Ge held the flying star sword in his hand. The blade was not stained with blood and still glittered with silver.

The silver awn reflected in the sun reveals a taste of killing.

Everyone who sees the flying star sword will tremble, especially the students who are about to challenge on the stage. They only feel a chill.

"Singing, is it still a sword repair?" The middle-aged man asked again.

"I don't know."

The middle-aged man looked at Gongsun Mo Yang, shook his head and didn't speak.

More and more people have chosen to admit defeat and surrender.

Before, they thought it was nothing to challenge themselves. The big deal was to lose, but if they won, it was to defeat the singer. They could definitely be famous in Xiuxian college, but now it's not the case. Sun Lei, who has been carried away, still echoed in their ears like a heartrending cry.

They always think that singing is too cruel.

It was better before, but more and more, regardless of the consequences.

Although I won't kill people, it's not a human life to lie in bed for a few months!

When it gets dark, it's really a wonderful flower.

He is a student of the Yellow character class. The first sentence he said to Gaoge was: "I challenge you, but... Don't use a sword, OK?"

Singing and laughing, the smile is full of cold.

The other party probably realized that he would never agree to such a request at all. He simply jumped down from the challenge arena. His movements were very smooth. It is estimated that he had practiced many times.

On the sky, the sun and moon alternate. Meng Fang cleared his throat and said, "today's competition is over. Let's go back and make more adjustments and continue tomorrow!"

With these words, he walked down the challenge arena.

Gao Ge took a deep breath and sneered: "boring, boring, Grandpa, I haven't had a good time yet."

With that, he insisted and walked down the challenge arena.

The middle-aged man whispered to Gongsun Moyang, "who can he coax like this?"

"Bluff one is one. Will he think so much?" Gongsun Moyang wrote lightly.

As soon as he got off the challenge arena, Yue Xincheng was about to come up and help him, but he was stopped by singing and waving.

"No, I can beat ten yuan Mao now!"

Yuan Mao was just about to leave. When he heard this, he almost didn't spit out a mouthful of blood.

What a... You are a whipped corpse!