Chapter 150

Wan Sheng looked at papasta. Six stars' perfect strength, brown skin, blue eyes, wearing a long gown, looked very strange.

"You are all old students. It's not appropriate to bully me as a new person." Wan Sheng pretends to be afraid.

Abrahams seemed to have confidence in papasta and said in a high voice: "scared? If you're afraid, apologize, or gamble! Let you choose one. If you don't choose me, you can't leave here today! "

Su Fang accepted pan Mao's invitation and danced all the time. Seeing that Wan Sheng had something to do, she quickly went up to watch. After hearing this, she immediately stepped forward to stop him and said, "don't promise me. Papasta is one of the two hundred and one senior students and the strongest among the six stars of the world's elite martial arts academy! The quasi psionic Division has three levels of combat skills! "

Wan Sheng pretended to ignore Su Fang, looked at Abrahams and said, "even if I go out today, you don't dare to do anything. You don't have to brag here. It's OK to gamble, but you have to gamble credits, and I'll lose ten times, I'll lose twice, and you'll lose ten times

Papasta hesitated a little. Ten for one was a big bet. He was not very clear about the strength of the freshman. Wan Sheng said: "what? Scared? Didn't you shout so loud just now? My ranking is 901. You are afraid of gambling. Ha ha

Abrahams was a little impatient and yelled: "papista, you take it. If you lose, it's my fault. This boy is too arrogant!"

Papasta said with a gloomy face: "boy, you have seed! I'm the third heir to the sopoulos family of the martial arts school! I'll take your fight! "

Wan Sheng put down his glass, put his hands in his trouser pockets, waved his hand and said, "then let's go, see you in your job!"

Many new students and old students went out with them in the mood of watching. Wan Sheng also laughed to himself whether he was in trouble with a party or a ball in his life. Every time he participated in such an activity, he would get into trouble.

Su Fang complained: "who let you accept this kind of gambling, they are old students, their strength is certainly much stronger than us."

Wan Sheng was moved in his heart, but said coldly on his face: "Su Fang Xuemei, are we very familiar?"

A word choked Su Fang speechless, and his eyes became moist. Wan Sheng looked at Su Fang's moist eyes and knew that the words were heavy. With a sigh in his heart, he turned to one side and continued to walk.

Pan Mao couldn't see it any more. He came up and said in a fierce voice: "the yellow spring! Su Fang is kind-hearted and cares about you. Don't look so bad. If you dare to hurt her, I'll kill you. I'll gamble with you! "

"Psycho!" Wan Sheng turned around and left: "since you care about her so much, why don't you try your best to pursue it? What are you doing with me?"

Pan Mao was so angry that he said, "if I can catch up with you, why do you say that? She can't forget Wansheng all the time. Do you think she just likes you? It's just that your name is like Wansheng! "

Wan Sheng pauses for a moment and says faintly: "as long as you work hard, the past will always pass!"

Pan Mao was stunned for a moment. He seemed to think that the other party had made a lot of sense. He turned to comfort Su Fang immediately and said, "are you ok? He is a cold-blooded animal. He is not a Sheng. Don't be sad." Su Fang gently shook her head and held back her tears: "brother pan, thank you for being with me all these years! I'm fine. Huang Quan is right. The past will pass. Let's go. "

Wan xiuxin watched quietly among the people, never spoke, and left with a sigh.

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When people came to the rice bowl arena, it was very busy. Many high-star seniors gathered here and were watching a gambling match.

"Forgive me, chief monitor, I am not worthy of you! It's all for your own good! " Wan Sheng sorts out his mood and looks at the light screen outside the arena. He thinks that he is not the only one who gambles. There are so many people here. Most of them are the strong seven-star players and the strong NINE-STAR tutors. Who is gambling?

"That's Johnson and Wu Zhanming gambling! No wonder so many tutors and seniors have come! What a world war! What kind of party shall we attend? It's more wonderful here! "

"Soul vs. psionic, this is wonderful!"

"These two are the successors of the Eight Generals of Tianmen! Although ranked first and second, but there has been no real fight, no decisive victory! It's the right day! "

Wan Sheng watched the two men in the huge light screen fighting in the air. Johnson had long golden hair and a golden hair ring on his head, which was the weapon spirit amplifier of the soul division and the psionic division. Wearing golden eagle armor, there is a picture of an eagle spreading its wings on the chest, flying in the sky like an eagle.

Wu Zhanming has black curly hair. He wears a gold hoop on his head and a diamond shaped gold armor on his body. He controls eleven golden flying shuttles around him and flies around like a tracking missile.

They should have been fighting for a long time, and their fighting spirit became weak. Johnson attacked Wu Zhanming's body with his left hand and held a dagger in his right hand. He did not let his opponent escape from the attack range of his own soul.

Wu Zhanming controls eleven rhombic flying shuttles with all his strength. Ten of them are wandering outside to attack. Only one hovers in front of him and fights with his opponent. Affected by the soul attack, his flying shuttles can't hit the target every time. The soul attack interferes with his judgment and suppresses his spirit all the time.

However, the psionic master's mental ability is very high, and his mental defense ability is also very strong. If their accomplishments and combat skills are equal, it's hard to decide whether to win or lose. What they are fighting for is their accomplishments. However, the loss of a psionic master is that he will suffer a great deal of mental trauma, which is very difficult to heal. That's why the soul master is the most terrible profession among the martial arts. Trauma can heal, but internal injury is difficult to be intact.

Wan Sheng is also the first time to see this kind of high-level duel. He feels extremely exciting and wonderful. Their respective combat skills have reached the level of triple and double layers. They have a very good grasp of the details of the fight. Every dodge and attack is the same. There was no sound of collision, only the sound of countless evasion and flying shuttles.

Two people in the air float to and fro, fight very hot, finally gather in a place, issued a "boom" sound, the air sent out a golden shock wave, two people fell from the air, fell heavily on the ground, no sound. In the end, zhinao decided that it was a tie, because both men lost their fighting ability.

At last, both of them stood up. Johnson's armor was covered with flying shuttle scratches, and there were traces everywhere where he didn't wrap it. If it was actual combat, he would be covered with scars and bloodstains. Wu Zhanming didn't have a scar on his whole body, but he walked a little wobbly, looked a little trance, and suffered great mental trauma.

Both of them left the rice bowl fighting field, and there were warm applause around them, cheering for the duel of the experts. Wan Sheng also clapped softly, and estimated in his heart that if his current strength did not open up the potential field, he would not be able to make a few moves under these two men's hands unless he broke through the seven stars. The world elite college really deserves its reputation. There are so many experts.

Papasta stood in the distance and made a contemptuous gesture to go up. Wan Sheng laughed and went straight in.

Both of them changed their armor and took their weapons into the field. Wan Sheng, wearing a golden lion's head roaring armor and holding a golden dragon's sword and gun, came into the field with blue hair and heroic spirit. He looked gorgeous. After he came in, he found that the rice bowl fighting field was really big, and the corners could be seen in the distance. What's more, the geological materials here were made of unknown materials, which were extremely hard and cold. The fierce battle just now did not leave any dent. It was really a place to let go.

Papasta Silver Heart armor in the body, ten silver slender flying needles floating around. He said contemptuously: "what skills do you have? Even people who have no spiritual talent dare to accept my gambling?"

"Does spiritual talent represent everything? I'll give you a lesson today, let you know that talent doesn't mean everything Wan Sheng rushed to his opponent with his gun in his right hand. It seemed that the plane took off with a sharp howl.

Papasta felt the speed of the other side, and his face was startled: "how can you be so fast! Your fighting skills... "He didn't have time to think about it. Ten silver needles shot out like bullets. The power of silver needles is not as powerful as sharp weapons such as throwing knives and flying shuttles. Generally, one or two strokes can't cause fatal damage, but the secrecy is several times higher. It's the easiest weapon to plot behind the scenes.

Wan Sheng also felt the strangeness of the silver needle. He drove his sensing ability to the limit. With the help of the dragon knife and gun, he directly dashed into it with a cold light. The man and the gun together was an iron drill that flew out ten silver needles. However, his own speed also slowed down a lot. Ten silver needles were equivalent to ten six-star perfect magic weapons. He felt like he had just hit ten people. The talent of a psionic is really advantageous.

Wan Sheng's skill is two-tier higher than his opponent's. His strength is more than 5000 tons, his speed is much faster, and his explosive power is one third higher than his opponent's. although he can't double the rhythm of second kill, he also has great advantages. Sensing the angle of each silver needle, he rushed to papasta.

Papasta also found his opponent's strength. He was secretly surprised. He put away his contempt and tried his best to fly away. On the one hand, he thought: "kill with a needle!"

Ten silver needles swung out by the Dragon Sword gun are scattered orderly, and they come from all directions silently. The speed is extremely fast, but no sound can be heard.

"Light rain Wansheng doesn't waste much of his fighting spirit. Like a python, the dragon sword and gun spit out ten gun points, and then beat ten silver needles out again, and then chase papasta at the same speed.