Chapter 370

"Good!"

"Elder martial brother Liang, well done!"

"Elder martial brother Liang is really powerful!"

"Younger martial brother, good!"

The disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect broke out in waves.

It's like your camp took a blood, and the rest of your teammates collectively deducted 666, which is a nature.

Liang Qiu's face also showed a proud smile.

He turned his face and looked up.

Lord Zhou nodded slightly with a smile on his face.

Liang Qiu knew in her heart that she really won a beautiful game.

Even if he doesn't say anything and don't want anything, Xiaoshan sword sect won't treat him badly in the next time.

Singing without talking.

He looked at the happy Xiaoshan sword sect disciples, and his expression was very calm.

Angry?

Not at all.

The other side won, happiness is inevitable.

Just like if Li Huisheng had just won, he would have jumped up excitedly and stood in his chair and danced a c-mile-c-mile to Lord Zhou.

He can guarantee that the other party will never be angry.

This is the privilege of the winner.

Who can say unconvinced?

If you are not convinced, you should be the winner!

Li Hui's performance was really bad.

Gaoge suddenly realized that he had ignored a problem.

The mentality of these people has not been adjusted at all.

And they've never killed anyone.

Just like now, because of Li Hui's death, they are in a state of six gods.

If they don't take the time to adjust their mentality, then they go to battle against the disciples of Shangxiao mountain sword sect, I'm afraid the result is still not very good.

Although he also saw that Xia Lu had talked a lot with the students of Haicheng Xiuxian college before, he also knew in his heart that Xia Lu was reasonable to them. Although it was useful, it could not be too useful.

In the final analysis, it still depends on their self-regulation.

Outsiders can't help.

And now.

The middle-aged man of Xiaoshan sword sect began to read his name again.

Another student came out of Haicheng Xiuxian college.

Looking at the bright red blood left on the ground, his legs were trembling slightly.

From his face, he saw timidity.

Singing, my heart sank.

This situation is very bad.

"Come on, tension, you're good!" The students of Haicheng Xiuxian college began to cheer for their classmates.

In fact, it has little effect.

This is a psychological disorder.

Even the best psychologist can't help much at this time.

Tension took a deep breath.

He tried his best to calm his mood at this time.

"What's the matter, kid, are you afraid?" The disciples photographed by Xiaoshan sword sect are also young, just 17 or 18 years old, but they directly call Zhang Zhang as children.

It can be seen that in his heart I, he didn't take tension seriously.

With Liang Qiu's success at the beginning, the disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect also realized that most of the students of Haicheng Xiuxian college were young calves who had never seen blood.

A little harder will make their legs soft.

Before, the disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect teased about this topic for a long time.

This is the sadness of losers.

Can only be laughed at by the winner.

"Tension, if you don't kill him, he will kill you!" Xia Lu said with her teeth clenched.

Tension turned his face, looked at Xia Lu and moved his eyes back.

Look at the opponent in front of you.

The other party's contemptuous eyes made him uncomfortable all over.

He clenched his fist, clenched his teeth, and his eyes gradually changed.

Xiaoshan sword sect disciple frowned a little.

He noticed that a subtle change was taking place in the momentum of the other party.

"When I was an ordinary student and went to school, many people, like you, thought I was a soft egg." Tension said with a sneer.

"Isn't it?" The disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect smiled and disapproved.

Tension smiled: "at the beginning, indeed, they tripped me in class. I got up to answer the teacher's questions. They would pull my stool. After school, they would stop me, and then in a very arrogant state, they asked me to borrow money. They said they borrowed money, but they didn't intend to pay it back."

At this point, the expression on tension's face looks a little bitter.

For him.

It was clearly a painful memory.

Everyone has a painful memory.

"My family condition is fairly good, so I can give them some money, but later, they have a growing appetite. At first, they only dare to ask me for one yuan, then ten yuan, one hundred yuan, and finally one thousand yuan. When I have no money, they beat me. In fact, they are also bullied. They have to continue to pay tribute for the money they robbed from me." Tension sneered, "do you think they are ridiculous?"

The disciple of Xiaoshan sword sect took a deep breath and said coldly, "how long do you want to talk? To be honest, I don't have much time to listen to your bitter history."

Tension laughed wildly: "do you think I'm insinuating that you're not doing well in Xiaoshan sword sect?"

The disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect have cold eyes.

Tension took a step forward.

"They also said that I was a soft egg. Finally, I couldn't bear it. I brought a dagger from home and stabbed it into his stomach. He didn't die, but it was also very happy!" Tension was filled with emotion. "If it weren't for the fact that I suddenly became an immortal, maybe now I have been locked up in my cell singing iron window tears."

"Shut up! You'd better die!" The disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect rushed towards Zhang Zhang.

The tension in his eyes remains unchanged and indifferent.

Singing, clenching his fists, excited about it.

President Zhou nodded slightly, turned his face, looked at Fu Long around him, smiled and said, "it seems that you students of Haicheng Xiuxian college are still adjusting themselves very quickly."

Fu Long smiled but did not speak.

He saw all the changes in tension.

Even if he didn't say anything, the blind man could see that he was proud to be the dean of Haicheng Xiuxian college at this moment.

The strength of tension is not weak.

It can be said that it is equal to the disciple of Xiaoshan sword sect in front of him.

The two fought and fought.

With a roar, tension suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the other party's blade.

Blood spilled.

When the disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect were still stunned, tension's face showed a cruel smile.

He raised his other hand and clenched it into a fist.

Hit it with one punch, break the wind and drive straight in.

The knot is solid and hits the opponent's chest.

"Click"

This is the sound of broken ribs.

Tension sighed at you.

Listen to the sound. It sounds good when there is no dagger to break the flesh.

The disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect flew out.

Tension opened his steps and walked up again. l0ns3v3