Hunting College

　　 Maybe because there is a book that can never be finished, Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao feel a tacit understanding when getting along.

　　 is like now.

　　 Both of them sensed the uneasy atmosphere slowly flowing in the air.

　　 Xiao Xiao held his black-shell notebook, and quietly moved a few steps further away.

　　 He hates trouble.

　　 and Zheng Qing put his hand into his gray cloth bag.

　　 He is not afraid of trouble.

　　 The only thing he worries about is that there are almost no talisman for fighting in his gray cloth bag.

　　 During his long calligraphy career, Zheng Qing spent most of his time studying Chinese characters. The complete spells that the husband taught him were very few, and almost all of them were runes for meditation.

　　 The only thing that can help these sophomores is probably the town character.

　　 Zheng Qing pulled out a piece of talisman, and began to tear off the paper with the complete talisman outlined in the post.

　　 This is a script of "town" characters, and it is also a copy of Zheng Qing's daily practice.

　　 The talisman in the post has been drawn and can be activated at any time.

　　 For him, talisman paper is the big characters copied every day, as long as you tear up the post, there will always be some.

　　 The center of the venue.

The blond and white robe squinted his eyes, raised the goblet in his hand, raised it to the blue bird, turned his head to look at Linguo, and said slowly in a haughty and reserved tone: "Accept the invitation, you will get The friendship of Sir Friedman."

　　 Friedman?

　　 Some of the students who watched seemed to know the name, and they whispered one by one.

　　 The originally angry milk tea shop owner and several other neighborhoods hesitated and returned to their shop again.

　　 It seems that this guy is a celebrity?

　　 Zheng Qing tore through the post and glanced at Xiao Xiao.

　　 Xiao Xiao buried his head in his black notebook and said nothing.

　　 "I don't want it!" Ling Guo refused again loudly.

　　 The blond white robe smiled and looked at the little boy blankly.

　　 The atmosphere in the venue suddenly solidified.

　　 Lan Tie patted Linguo on the shoulder, and said very seriously: "You are brave, I recognize you!"

　　Linguo looked at the blue **** with bright eyes and nodded heavily.

　　 "Remember! Not everyone can get my approval!" The blue **** held the sword and raised his head proudly.

　　 The blond and white robe's face darkened, and the goblet in his hand was crushed by him with a ‘pop’.

　　 The sparse shards of glass spilled from his hands, gleaming disturbingly under the dim yellow light on the roadside.

　　 Several other Alpha students slowly swayed around the blue tit, looking at him maliciously.

　　 The situation is on the verge of breaking out.

　　The onlookers took a few steps back consciously.

"Hey, Lan Que, do you see where Shi Yuan is?" Zheng Qing greeted loudly, putting his hands in his robe, his hands full of the talisman that had just been torn off, and he walked to the tall white robe at random Lao Sheng looked around obliquely behind, as if looking for someone.

　　 Linguo looked at Zheng Qing happily.

　　 The blue bird glanced at Zheng Qing, his lips moved, and finally only a smile appeared.

　　 Zheng Qing has a calm expression, but he is frantically complaining in the bottom of his heart, making up for his bruise and swollen face later.

"Oh, I saw it." A boy of medium build, sturdy body, red cheeks, dark skin, and hair on his head pushed aside the people next to him and walked behind another white robe, very casual Waved to Zheng Qing, revealing the black gloves between his palms: "The little monk seems to have gone to eat vegetarian food."

　　 is Zhang Jixin.

　　 A bright smile appeared on Zheng Qing's face: "What a coincidence!"

　　 "What a bad luck!" Zhang Jixin tightened his gloves, his face was tangled, and muttered: "Why is there nothing good every time I meet you."

　　 "What?" Zheng Qing did not hear clearly.

　　 "I mean, if you don't care about this, if the older brother knows, you will be broken." Zhang Jixin looked at him viciously.

　　 The students on the street gathered more and more, and everyone looked at them curiously.

　　 New students in red, blue and white robes, challenge the old students in white robes together?

　　 looks very interesting!

　　 "Ah, sorry, sorry! I really didn't see you here!" A slightly flustered female voice rang out: "I'm so sorry, sorry, so sorry!"

　　 Zheng Qing turned his head, blinked, and couldn't help but smile.

　　 The thin white robe who had just disappeared into the air was squatting on the ground with his legs in his arms, grinning in air.

　　 And a slender figure, red short skirt, black high boots, with big burgundy waves, a pair of big black-eyed girls are standing apologizing in a hurry.

　　 "I'm sorry, I'm playing cards, and I didn't see anyone in front of me." The girl apologized, but the light blue cards in her hand screamed and didn't mean to stop.

　　 "No, it's okay." The thin black robe gritted his teeth, gasped, tilted his head unassumingly, and stared at the cold flashing blue card in the girl's hand.

　　 "Ah! Hooligans!" The girl playing cards screamed, blocking her short skirt with one hand, holding her own card with the other, flying a kick, and kicking it out heavily.

　　 The thin Alpha boy was holding his lower body, his eyes bulging, his mouth open, and he gasped silently.

　　 The onlookers shuddered.

　　 Zheng Qing swallowed, the dull hair on the top of his head quickly wilted.

　　 "His eyes are fluttering." The girl pouted her mouth, still apologetic, but the blue card still fluttered in her hand like a windmill.

　　 "It doesn't matter this classmate!" A dull voice sounded next to him: "Which classmate should help? He seems to have fallen very hard!"

According to Zheng Qing, a tall boy in blue robes supported the thin boy who was hit by the blue bird just now, pulled him by one arm, and put it on the side. He kept talking about going to the school hospital, but his eyes kept looking towards the center of the venue. , There was no movement under his feet.

　　 A few blue robes shouted, huddled up, and surrounded the skinny boy.

　　 Looking around, Zheng Qing grinned and smirked, his mind was blank, but there was a strange impulse to roll and roar in his heart.

　　 Lin Guo howled loudly.

　　 The blue **** patted his head lightly.

　　 The old Alpha student in the blonde and white robe sneered, shaking his index finger slowly, and said with a smile: "Although I admire everyone's actions, this is an internal matter of Alpha. Are the alumni a little bit out of bounds?"

　　 He added an accent to the word alumni.

　　 "Fuck you little turtle, fight if you want, or roll if you don't!" Zhang Jixin's red face became brighter and brighter, his hands loosened and tightened, and he shouted impatiently.

　　 Zheng Qing feels refreshed.

　　 The blond old student's face stiffened, and then he sank.

　　 Although the long-term reservedness caused him to swallow the vulgar words in his mouth, his gloomy face showed his attitude more clearly than ever.

　　 Quiet for a moment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He finally asked slowly and firmly: "That said, you are determined to tarnish the glory of Sir Friedman."

　　 "Who is Friedman?" Zhang Jixin exclaimed impatiently: "Don't open your mouth and shut up Friedman, as if he is your father."

　　The students onlookers burst into laughter.

　　 A few blue robes even shouted for cheering on the side for fear that the world would not be chaotic.

　　 This blond Alpha student didn't expect to receive such insults in language at all, his face flushed, and his whole body was shaking.

　　 Pop, pop, pop!

　　 Street lights within tens of meters on the street burst one after another.

　　 The dim sky came again.

　　 Onlookers screamed again and again.

　　 The clear and deep voice of the blonde and white robe hovered over the street: "I, Arthur Ness, on behalf of Sir Friedman, regret your unfriendly behavior."

　　 The stoutest white robe moved when he heard the sound, with his red eyes open, roaring and taking heavy steps, swinging his fist and hitting Zhang Jixin.

　　 "Okay!" Zhang Jixin smiled, waved his fists and greeted him viciously.

　　 Zheng Qing's tense nerves broke in an instant, and the talisman in his hand was thrown toward the center of the field without being ordered to smash it towards Arthur Nes not far away.

　　 Another tall and thin Alpha student spread his hands and floated out of thin air, muttering words in his mouth. Two flames slowly appeared between his hands.

　　 The blue bird frowned, rubbed his hand a few times, and finally did not draw out the long sword, but raised the sword body and pointed forward.

Next to 　　, Xiao Xiao, who had been burying his face in the notebook, finally raised his head. He sighed and helped his glasses.

　　 "Don't pull out the book! Use your fists to solve the problem!"

　　 Watermelon yelled, waving the black hard-shell notebook in his hand and rushed up.