Chapter 165 Don't deserve to lift shoes

Because it is the peak time of going to school in the morning, there are many people who rush to class on the angel road. Someone has already noticed several flower-like girls on Ling's side. I heard Ling Hui say that she would win the first place in the sacred flame competition in two months. The side of the brush came.

"I'm kidding." Feeling the surprised eyes projected by so many people, Ling Hui spit out her tongue shyly. She didn't know that it was so attractive. Even Ling Yu couldn't help staring at it, not to mention the others on the roadside. That pair of loving eyes has been staring like Brother Pig for a long time.

"Don't look at it like this. They are shy." Ling Hui leaned on Ling's shoulder and whispered.

install it, you can install it again. Ling Hui gave Ling Hui a meaningful look and immediately received a charming white eye from the latter.

Ling Li's feet were soft, which contained infinitely provocative eyes. His beautiful bones were crisp. Ling Li was stunned and said, "Okay, you won. Don't pretend."

"Brother, I hate it." Ling Hui's angry little mouth pouted, and the jade hand holding Ling's arm pinched it hard on his arm, and Ling's pain took a breath of cold air.

Ling and A Hand stopped at the intersection of the Swords Department College and changed their way with several women to meet in the afternoon.

"Big." The thief's hand looked a little unnatural. He looked at Ling Wei and wanted to stop talking.

"What's the matter? It's mysterious." Ling Wei said that although he didn't come to the Swords College these days, he still had dinner with everyone every day. Ling Wei's heart is strange. What kind of tricks does this thief play? What are you embarrassed to say in front of everyone?

A Hand hesitated and said, "Ruert said that after returning from the Holy Land a while ago, a group of fourth-grade guys often went to the Kensei class to make trouble, saying that they came to you specially."

"Oh? This is the matter. Which college is it from? Ling's thoughts flowed quickly in his brain, and the people who Nohia had offended in the future would filter it. But I didn't find the so-called fourth grade of Bowen College.

A hand said, "There are the most guns and axe colleges, and there is another one from our college. It is said that it is also from the sword saint class.

"So many?" Oh, it seems that it has really offended many people! Ling Wei sighed.

"Ye�. Boss, be careful. That group of people is quite strong. Class C and Class S are in two directions of the Swordsman College. The thief solemnly reminded Ling Li and left.

Before class time, Ling Qian walked into the classroom through the back door and found that the atmosphere was a little unusual. Usually, the swordsman class at this time should be noisy. Even a few thorns who usually love to make trouble sit obediently in the front row of the classroom. This makes the ten lazy strange faces sitting behind the classroom more abrupt and conspicuous.

When I saw someone coming in through the back door, ten eyes shot at me. Only then did Ling Wei find that they were surrounded by a person before, and that person was Lulter, the round-headed demon hunter who had the best relationship with Ling Wei in this class.

"Ling..." Luer almost shouted Ling's name in a hurry. His shoulder was pressed by a strong hand, and he looked slightly painful and couldn't move. Ruert squeezed his eyes out and motioned Ling Li to leave quickly.

"Ling Li?" A man tied with a black headband and leaning against the table in a black swordsman's robe asked slowly.

"What can I do for you?" The comer was not good. Ling Wei vigilantly swept the ten men and found that everyone's breath was defeated by the purple wolf killer in his hands yesterday. He secretly paid attention to it.

What a big shelf! Let's wait for five days." The swordsman straightened up, and the men sitting on the table behind him also stood up one by one.

"Who are you?" Ling Dao. He can't see the hostility of the other party.

"Zou Qiong." The swordsman's facial features are correct, handsome, and his two sword eyebrows make him heroic.

"Come out with me." When the man walked in front of Ling Qian, his footsteps paused and said coldly. Without waiting for Ling Qian to speak, he walked straight forward without looking back.

"Don't pretend, pretend to be struck by lightning." Watching the other nine powerful men coming, Ling Li cursed in his heart and turned around and followed him out.

"This guy is going to have bad luck." Ten people just walked out of the classroom with Ling Qian's front feet, and Guo Qiang called out first.

"Ganko. You seem to be happy?" Xiao Mi's voice is always so lukewarm, but it always pierces other people's thoughts.

"Where is it?" Guo Qiang blushed and argued, "I'm worried about him."

"You don't even believe it yourself." Sun Jia always maintains the same position as Xiao Mi.

"Is he going to be beaten?" This is a big man named Gaida in the mercenary profession.

"Everyone, let's go together to help Ling Li." The kid suggested.

"You're crazy. Don't you know the identity of those people?" Guo Qiang shouted strangely, "Those are the monsters who have dominated the sacred flame list for a long time, and the leading person named Zou Qiong is from the fourth-grade sword saint class of our college. Last year, he rushed to the 18th place on the sacred flame list. I heard that he had broken through the realm of the most holy level at that time. Even if our whole team is dispatched collectively, we can't beat them.

"Less growth of others' ambition to destroy their own prestige." Rulteng stood up and said angrily, "Kid, I'll help Ling Li. Will you come?"

Glancing at Guo Qiang disdainfully, Gui Shang nodded firmly and said, "Let's go. Let's go together."

"Where are you two little guys going?" A woman's beautiful voice floated in through the front door.

"Philip...Teacher Phil..."

This is the campus used by the Swordsman College to practice martial arts, located behind the teaching building. Because martial arts classes only start at noon, the school field is quite deserted at this time. Ling Wei seemed to have been kidnapped and caught in the middle of ten people, and reluctantly stepped forward. This atmosphere is really uncomfortable.

"Ov, that's all." Zou Qiong stopped and turned around to seriously looked at Ling Wei. Why did this ordinary-looking and unoutstanding swordsman make her fall in love with him? The more he felt that Ling Yu was no different from ordinary people, the more uncomfortable Zou Qiong was. Jealousy turned into a huge resentment in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Ling Yu, who looked at him without fear, Zou Qiong was even more angry. Abandoned him." Zou Qiong gave the order.

As soon as the words fell, the two big men stretched out their strong hands to grab Ling Li's shoulder.

But how could Ling Li be captured in white? The sensitive power accumulated early in the meridians, and the big man's hand touched Ling Li's shoulder before it came. His blue and white figure immediately blurred and dodged away like lightning.

"Do you dare to show off in front of me?" Zou Qiong smiled coldly and kicked him out. He didn't see how fast he was and how tricky his angle was. But Ling Li, who moved rapidly, found that he could not hide. This situation is unprecedented. Ling Li's heart jumped and watched the kick hit him, and then a huge force came. He flew far away and fell to the ground.

Ling's chest was stuffy, and he vomited blood to get better. He staggered to stand up, and his ink-like hair was messy on his shoulders.

"I ruined him." If Ling Wei doesn't hide, Zou Qiong doesn't seem to be in the mood to do it himself.

"Yes, Brother Vault." Nine men came to Ling Li with laughter. Obviously, this is not the first time they have done this kind of bullying. Bowen College prohibits private fighting, but as long as there is no death, the college generally turns a blind eye and will not care about it. After all, most of these students are at a strong age. Anyway, who doesn't have young, frivolous and impulsive years?

They don't use weapons, so it's not a private fight. Moreover, under this absolute advantage, there is no need for weapons at all.

There was a wisp of blood hanging from the corners of Ling's mouth. At this time, he had pulled out his sword. In the face of these powerful men, he had to treat them with all his strength.

The big men were stunned. Doesn't this guy know Zou Qiong, who ranked 12th on the Holy Fire List? The little swordsman dared to draw his sword in front of the sword saint. Didn't he get an axe in front of Luban Gate?

Sure enough, Ling Li held a dark sword in his hand and just said "Unparalleled Dance..." A row of fists hit him head-on. Ling Wei was shocked, put away the swordsmanship he was about to use, and jumped with all his strength to avoid the blow. Ling Yu, who has been promoted to three levels in a row since entering the Holy Land, may have been able to compete with Yasheng with his strong sword skills and abnormal potential. But when you meet a real holy strongman, you don't have any resistance. On the Hongshan Mountains, the demon axe saint holding the demon tomahawk, killing the Asian saint Liu Kui with one axe is a living example.

Just after Ling Li thought he avoided the sudden attack, a huge force hit his chest. Fortunately, at the critical moment, he crossed his chest with a dark sword, so that Zou Qiong's fist did not directly touch his chest. Otherwise, with the power of Zou Qiong's sword saint, he was likely to smash his chest into a depression.

Ling Li fell ten meters away, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood again. Ling Wei, who was seriously injured, has begun to lose his spirit. But he, who has never admitted defeat, will never bow to the other party as long as he still has a breath. Ling Wei struggled to hold the dark sword and staggered to stand up in the surprised eyes of the swordsman Zou Qiong.

"There are a few proud bones, but they are also a little boring." Zou Qiong glanced at Ling Wei and said faintly.

"With your strength, you don't deserve to say these words to me." Although Zou Qiong couldn't fight back, he couldn't defeat the proud heart.

"What are you talking about? Do you still have to be stubborn when you die?" Zou Qiongdao.

"I said you don't deserve it!" Under the messy black hair, Ling's eyes shot out a wisp of supernatural blue light that only beasts had, which made Zou Qiong, a swordsman, couldn't help frowning. Ling Wei wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with his hand, looked up to the sky and laughed crazily for a few times, and then raised his dark sword. The tip of his sword pointed to Zou Qiong and said, "Today, you have been in Bowen College for four years. And I am two months. Zou Qiong, how are you?

"Hahaha, what a great self-confidence." Hearing Ling's crazy words, the nine big men turned forward and backward with laughter.

"Unparalleled dance!" Just when everyone thought that the swordsman had gone crazy, an electric light passed between the ten people.

"Bang bang..." nine explosions in a row.

"Hm!" Except for the swordsman Zou Qiong, all the other strong men covered their stomachs and squatted down in pain.

Ling Li, who desperately made this unparalleled dance, is the end of the crossbow, and the body supported by the dark sword is also shaky. Ling Yu said to Zou Qiong, "If I enter the Bowen Academy with you, cough..." He said that he spit out a mouthful of blood again because he overdraws his body. Ling Yu was already unconscious, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Zou Qiong, if I enter the Bowen College with you, four years later, you don't even deserve to lift my shoes!"