Chapter 82

"Oh? Alas, the old man is the most eccentric. If your words fall into his ears, he's afraid he'll try to kill your master! What a pity. The first God official is afraid to be a shrinking turtle in the future and hide in the fire Temple all year round!" he smacked his mouth and said shamelessly to Zhuge da.

"Damn! How dare you take my move?" Francis was obviously angry with his face.

He is extremely conceited. Even though he knows that Zhuge Pang has sub artifact and his strength is extraordinary, he still has the confidence to hit him hard with one move.

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhuge was a rogue and said, "there's no way. I also want to beat you severely, but the referee doesn't agree!"

With a bitter smile, the president judged the old man with a long face and said helplessly, "two little friends, I'm really sorry. This is against the rules. I can't decide. Please leave quickly!"

The old man was really helpless. Although he had the terrorist strength of douzun's peak, he did not fully grasp and control the battle between them. Most importantly, if there was any difference, he could not bear the anger of the black robed old immortal or the first God official.

"The master of the family, I have fully understood it. You can rest assured to fight!"

At this time, the voice of the second leader resounded through his mind, which made Zhuge Pang happy. With the guarantee, the guy immediately shook up and sighed with great regret, "hey... Boring! I wanted to beat you up, but now I don't have a chance. Little Fran, whether you fight or not, I don't have time to waste my time with you!"

"Chief referee, Princess Ben has allowed the battle. Go down. No matter what happens, Princess Ben will bear it!" she rubbed her teeth fiercely. Princess nine was furious and was about to run away.

In her opinion, brother Francis had no difficulty in defeating the dead fat man in front of him. He was sure to be free, but this guy didn't have the slightest awareness. Relying on the chief referee, he wouldn't agree to fight and kept banging, which was hateful.

"This... Princess Royal Highness, unruly!" is still a bitter smile, the general referee is helpless.

In such a dramatic scene, many students and tutors couldn't cry or laugh, but almost everyone recognized that Zhuge Da was just playing a fat man. Francis was the first genius of the Empire. It would be a joke if he was defeated by Zhuge Pang's peers.

However, childhood sweetheart was very relaxed when Francis saw the food. The couple had been so popular at the scene that they had attracted the screaming and cheering of countless college girls, especially with the nine princesses. Their intolerable enemies were friends and the enemy was the principle of friends. They suddenly felt that Zhuge was a big family leader.

"Ha ha... The students of the temple college have challenged our college. Should we old guys show up?"

Just then, a hearty laugh resounded through the opposite battlefield, a hazy red streamer flashed, and an old man surrounded by a cyan whirlwind had appeared on the opposite platform. This is an old man with dry skin and thin bones. His sparse goatee is shaking. He looks lazy with his hands on his back, but his whole body exudes a palpitating powerful momentum.

"What a fast speed! What a terrible pressure! This old man should be one of the old directors of the college!" his heart was awe inspiring, and Zhuge's face remained unchanged.

"Mr. Mellon, the vice president, he is very mysterious. He has the peak strength of the great mage of the wind system. I once heard that when he waved, the blade of the nine level wind magic hurricane killed the strong men in the early days of fighting the emperor. He is an old pervert!"

"What? He is the vice president, Lord Mellon? That's a big man in our college. The president has traveled all over the creation mainland for many years and has not appeared for several years. Lord Mellon and vice president Julian are almost the top controllers of the college!"

"What kind of magic was that just now? It seems different from the floating of the wind. The vice president really deserves his reputation!"

"I heard that our vice president, Lord Mellon, is very protective of his shortcomings. This time, he should stand on Zhuge Pang's side..."

A cry of surprise came, revealing the identity of the old man with a goatee. The president gave a hurried and respectful salute and breathed a sigh of relief. When the sky fell, there was a big man on top. In front of the scene, I couldn't stand the peak of douzun, but it was nothing to Lord Mellon, the vice president.

"Well, Christopher, you've done a good job. Go on. I'll make the next decision!" nodded Mellon, stroking his goatee.

"OK!" answered, and chief referee Christopher jumped and quickly left the platform.

Smiling at Francis, Mellon naturally came to Zhuge Pang and patted him on the shoulder "Little fat, your master, the black robed adult, told me to take good care of you, but you don't let me worry too much. It's enough to upset 44 students. How can you compete with the first genius of fire Temple college? You know, our college has been overwhelmed by fire Temple College these years, and he has made great contributions! By the way, your master said you are a little old-fashioned Strange means, eh... Are you sure you can beat him? If so, I'll make the decision for you and preside over the war! "

Zhuge Pang couldn't hear the implication. This guy was also an acting school. He hesitated for a while, and then said seriously, "er... Careless, some assurance."

"Pooh!"

Many students were amused by this answer. Looking at Francis, although he tried to keep smiling, his eyes were cold and obviously angry. How could he not see such a straightforward cover up, plus sarcasm?

"Vice President Mellon, we meet again, er... It's a shame to think of the last time your college was defeated. I should show mercy." he opened his mouth with a smile, and Francis spoke with a knife.

However, as soon as his words came out, many female students who had originally admired him looked cold, while those hostile male students looked bad one by one. Beating people does not hit the face. Although every competition between the two colleges has been a complete defeat of the magic martial arts college in recent years, it has been given the nickname of the second child of the millennium, but as one of them, I am naturally very angry.

The only one who still had a heart to Francis was only the nine princesses who were angry. She was grumbling at her discontent, and the voice was "vice president of Mellon. You are obviously shielding the dead fat! I know, it must be his master's threat!" Hmm! That fat man did not claim to beat my brother brother Francis, then you would be the referee and let them play fair! "

Hearing this, vice president Mellon's face became gloomy and said calmly "Nine Princess highness, please pay attention to your words, even your Majesty the emperor, and it is not so rude to my old people! The magic Wu academy is not a royal palace. You must obey the rules of the college when you come. Besides the Dean, the whole magic Wu academy is the biggest rule of the Academy. Do you understand? Since you say so, my old family is not eccentric, so that you may not have this Julian. The little girl is crying, which will damage my old man's image! Little fat, stop dawdling and solve it quickly! "

With a wave of his hand, Mellon's tone was as clear as the wind and clouds. It seemed that instead of agreeing to an exciting battle, he ordered Zhuge pang to shoot a messy fly at will.

"This guy looks like a big man in the college, but his tone and style are not just and awe inspiring. Instead, he has a black belly nature of protecting his weaknesses, but... My king likes it!" thinking so, Zhuge university immediately felt that Mellon was quite right.

"Hahaha... Since the vice president speaks, I'm not polite! Surely I won't lose the face of our imperial magic martial arts college!" he rudely rolled up his sleeve, and Zhuge Pang looked like a fat butcher killing pigs and sheep.

"Cut the crap and get ready to take it!"

"Hum..."

The contract of God was suddenly shaken, and then golden lights came out, mysterious and noble, with a palpitating breath, which immediately wrapped Francis. At the same time, an obscure and awkward magic spell was issued. With his rapidly moving hands, Francis suddenly appeared a gorgeous light between his hands, like a raging sea Roaring.

"No! Xiaopang, this is the soul magic, the tear of the soul storm, you have to be careful!" Mellon's face changed greatly, and Mellon couldn't help sending a soul message to Zhuge's master.

Incomparably determined, Zhuge was in charge of the family, stood calmly, and looked down at the four directions.