Chapter 277 Great Victory

Zhao Er couldn't help laughing. He turned over a hundred-yuan bill in the palm of his hand, turned around and walked away.

"Hey, I haven't asked you for money yet, hello." The beautiful girl behind kept screaming and even chasing him out, but how did she catch up with Zhao Er? She disappeared in a few steps and had to go back and muttered about the strange man.

Hallucinations, everything is hallucinations. I'd like to see what you want to do with these changes? Zhao Er traveled around with a game mentality and looked at familiar pictures, but he didn't feel like he didn't know what to do before.

Unconsciously arrived at the school playground, the loudspeaker began to shout: "Please pay attention to the students who have signed up for the 5,000-meter long-distance race. Please call the name on the rostrum immediately. Please sign up..."

Zhao Er was stunned. Is the five-meter long-distance running going to begin? I couldn't help trotping over. Sure enough, I saw a petite woman on the best viewing platform next to the chairman's table. Her name was Qin Lele, and her face was red, just as cute as a cherry ball.

"Zhao Huanxi, Zhao Huanxi!" Suddenly, all the female students around were shouting crazily. Among them, there were many senior students and beautiful female teachers. The eyes were full of stars, and they wanted to rush forward.

Zhao Er looked around and saw that Zhao Huanxi came. He was wearing white shorts and socks, and the word 'nine' was sewn with a pin on his white vest. He smiled before saying anything, with big white teeth, handsome, unrestrained and strong. In this sports meeting, Zhao Huanxi won the championship with a score that far exceeded the second place and broke the school's discipline. .

So much so that other contestants said: It's just studying with the prince. I really don't know why the teacher asked us to participate in the five-thousand-meter.

Zhao Huanxi's attitude is gentle and his tone is warm. He is not domineering just because he is a popular lover. In fact, everyone can't wait for him to be arrogant. Unfortunately, he is peaceful to everyone.

Zhao Er looked at him and didn't know for a moment whether it was an illusion or a real person. Zhao Huanxi went straight forward and smiled, "Xiao Er, you didn't participate in this 5,000 meters before. Now do you want to play this game together?"

"Are you Zhao Huanxi? OK, so what about Bi Bi." Zhao Er was extremely cold and fiercely responded to the battle. He jumped on the rostrum in two or three steps to sign up temporarily. Unexpectedly, he also got permission to hang a '10' banner on his back and stand on the diagonal line of departure. There were exactly ten people in the left and right. Zhao Huanxi was also among them. When the gun was fired, he rushed out like a runaway wild horse.

Before that, the beauties of the Huanxi Support Group appeared on the stage, wearing ultra-short women's skirts up to ten centimeters of their thighs, blue ki shirts, hooked shoulders and kicking more than a dozen white thighs, screaming like a tide, and shouting hoarsely, "Happy, happy, we all love you, and the power of love makes you first."

These six craziest fans are not all students of our school, but also hot girls from other schools. Absolutely post-90s, such as sexy, hot, crazy and outrageous things are done. As soon as they appear, the atmosphere of the scene is very high.

The boys looked at a pair of beautiful legs and whistled constantly, and said with a smile that the legs were longer, and the melon seed face was the most upright.

The implicit girls were also encouraged. Originally, they secretly admired Zhao Huanxi, but they didn't dare to show it for being laughed at by Cinderella for taking the prince. At this time, they took the opportunity to burst out, and no one should say anyone. They shouted in unison:

"Joy, joy, we all love you, and we must take the first place."

Even the school leaders are helpless, not to mention that Zhao Huanxi is still their most proud disciple.

In this atmosphere, even if other contestants have the strength to fight, they are scared to their feet. In case they accidentally win, they will not be disabled by those crazy women! What's more, they didn't win Zhao Huanxi's strength in the first place. They were all timid before the battle, like the rooster who lost the battle.

Zhao Er understands their feelings very well, because he also felt desperate in the face of this terrible popularity before. Zhao Huanxi is too strong, which is really unsurpassable! Now, I have to compare with him. Zhao Er whispered to Zhao Huanxi, "Brother, you have been beautiful for more than ten years. It's my turn. You can go to the Western Pure Land at ease."

Zhao Huanxi said, "Whoever will go will stay, but it's undecided. It's always better to talk about it."

Zhao Er smiled faintly, did not argue with him, and squatted on the starting line in a standard posture. The starter checked the time, raised the gun high above his head, and shouted, "Get ready, run!"

Bum! The gunfire of the action has been fired, and the athletes rushed out like arrows from the string, one second, two seconds, equal! In three seconds, four seconds, the troops were all behind, and only two figures galloped like a whirlwind, running far ahead, unable to tell which one was a little ahead.

These two people are Zhao Er and Zhao Huanxi. The students gathered outside the runway nervously held their breath and waved their arms, fast and faster.

The first lap quickly ran through, and the Zhao brothers have exceeded the distance of the other contestants for half a lap. The gap is still widening, and the two are still in no difference!

Halfway through the schedule in an instant, and I don't know how many times the other contestants have been exceeded. They chose to abstain and can't afford to lose that person!

There is only one lap left, and the winner is about to be decided!

The girls of the Huanxi fan group shouted nervously and asked, "Who can see it clearly? Is Huanxi leading? Who can tell me?"

"I can't see it clearly. It should be. Maybe it's ahead."

No one can be sure. In the end, they came up with an idea. They picked up the mineral water bottle and smashed it. They all roared, as bad as hanging ghosts: "No. Ten, go to hell!"

Zhao Er tried his best to compare his foot strength with Zhao Huanxi. He was notware of several bottles hitting them at the same time. He flashed one, two, five, but was wiped by the corners of his clothes by the last bottle. Although his body was not injured, he was extremely angry. It's really bullying. Zhao Huanxi, do you think you have fans? I have it too!

With a roar, he turned grief and indignation into a driving force. Zhao Er's soul seemed to ignite a flame, and his speed soared to a new high. Zhao Huanxi just surpassed his two positions and was quickly recovered, and lagged behind one position and two positions...

The ribbon hanging in front of the rostrum is clearly visible. The referee, the scorer, and the audience can't help but stand up. It's close, and it's almost over the finish line. In the scene that should have been jubilant, everyone was silent, and many people frowned. This situation was different from what they expected. Zhao Huanxi should be a well-deserved champion. How could a dark horse emerge?

Qin Lele was the first to take a step forward and raised his arms and shouted, "Joy, joy will win!"

Everyone and Ming: "Joy will win, and joy will win!" This is the only sound in the school, except that there is no sound.

Zhao Huanxi laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I won't let you down." The speeding up suddenly, as fast as glazed electric light, has surpassed Zhao Er to rank first.

"Do you think I will let you get what you want?" Zhao Er also speeded up and crossed the finish line almost tied with Zhao Huanxi. Suddenly! Zhao Huanxi couldn't stop in front of the ribbon. Zhao Er rode the dust and broke through the ribbon with his chest high.

"Ah!" There was an uproar around, and there were boos everywhere. What's the matter? Why didn't Zhao Huanxi run away? There is a problem, there must be a problem!

Before Zhao Er came to enjoy the joy of victory, he was shocked. In front of the finish line, a whirlpool suddenly formed. Although Zhao Er saw it, the force of the sprint was so fierce that he could not stop at all. It looked like he had rushed in by himself.

The voice and appearance of the venerable Haitong appeared faintly in the whirlpool: "Don't blame me. This is a plan set by your brother Zhao Huanxi to solve the original master of your body. Fortunately, we can have a fight. I advise you not to struggle. This is the 'soul whirlpool' of the magic of heaven and demonism. Even if the Buddha falls in, the soul will be twisted into pieces, and the consciousness will not be left.

careless, careless! Zhao Er doesn't know whether to hate Zhao Huanxi or himself? I can't help myself in the whirlpool of the soul. The situation was like this. He also admitted it, but he would never let the two people get what they wanted easily. He laughed and said, "Do you think this is the winner? It's early, it's early, where is the king of Asura! It's time for you to perform.

"What, King Asura?" The venerable Haitong was shocked and looked solemn. He seemed to recognize King Asura and stopped the thread-like rotation of the soul vortex, but Zhao Er was still firmly locked in it and asked, "Kid, make it clear."

Zhao Huanxi looked left and right. The outside was loose and the inside was tight, and he was extremely alert. He didn't expect that his brother was actually colluding with the heads of the five demon kings of the underworld. Even the golden clavicle, who was much stronger than him in the past and future, did not expect this, but everything before was all In the calculation, including giving up the original body and fighting to destroy the body of the venerable Haitong, invading Zhao Er's mind.

Now, there are finally variables that are not in the calculation.

A blood-red light first cut through the sky and cut it in an instant. The venerable Haitong snorted coldly and pointed. The golden light burst out against the blood-red light. At a glance, it was a sword. There were eight eyes on both sides of the sword. It was originally closed tightly. At this time, he suddenly opened his gaze to a point, a flat 'soul vortex. It exploded like glass and roared. The huge force made the eight eyes on the sword bleed at the same time. There was no more brilliance. Obviously, it was blind.

At the same time, a tall figure lit up from nothingness, with red hair and blue-faced fangs. It was King Asura. He recalled the blood-eyed sword and said lightly, "Kid keep the promise. I will save your life. Next, there is nothing to do with you. Go away."

The more Zhao Er heard it, the more uncomfortable it became. His actions should be kept in mind, but what does that mean? What does it mean that it's none of my business? It's in my body and in my mind.

"It's really King Asura. What are you doing here?" The venerable Haitong's face is iron-green. A small body has been drilled into the three small and four characters. It is going to fight and destroy this body. Will it appear in the form of a divine soul in the future?