I'm really not a fool

In addition to Wang Zheng's promotion, Wu Huan was eliminated.

Mei Yiqi also lived up to expectations, and after exhausting the last trace of aura, she consumed her opponent alive and successfully advanced to the top ten.

As for the others, the whole army has been wiped out, and Jingnan University has only these two seedlings so far.

After this round, they all took a little rest, and only after about half an hour did they start the fifth round of competition.

"Wang Zheng, Feng Zeyu"

Although it was already a top ten competition, Wang Zheng still couldn't arouse any interest and walked lazily onto the venue.

Feng Zeyu on the opposite side saw Wang Zheng's appearance, his eyes suddenly turned, and he mocked loudly: "You are the notorious Wang Zheng, right?" It looks average, I heard that you are still forcing a classmate to be your girlfriend at school? Did she participate in the competition? Wang

Zheng, who was listless, yawned and was stunned.

looked at the other party's provocative look, and was a little distracted.

What is this?

Trash talk session before the game?

Looking at the person in front of him, Wang Zheng carefully recalled, it seemed that he was a player from the spiritual department, and his physical fitness was also good, and he was good at using two daggers, but he was not the control flow of the awakened people of the mass spiritual department.

On the contrary, it is a unique way to use mental power to affect the perception of the other party, and then take the way of hand-to-hand combat.

It's very strange, Wang Zheng still has some impressions of him, and I haven't seen him talk so much in the morning game.

Seeing that Wang Zheng still didn't react, the man said again: "I heard that you also won Zong Zheng, won't you win by cheating, or is it just a matter of strength?" I heard you have a bit of brute force.

Wang Zheng listened to his clumsy provocation, and for a while he couldn't tell whether he was a tactic, wanted to affect his mood, or was really cheap.

"Toot-"

as the referee blew the whistle.

Wang Zheng raised his hand suddenly, and Feng Zeyu immediately dodged to the left.

Seeing that Wang Zheng didn't throw over the holy light, but simply scratched his head, and there was still a smile on his face, Feng Zeyu couldn't help but blush, and then activated his talent ability.

Wang Zheng stood still and didn't move, and he didn't feel that he was affected in any way, he wanted to see what this Feng Zeyu wanted to do.

Feng Zeyu was stunned when he saw Wang Zheng opening, and he was secretly happy in his heart.

It seems that my strategy was successful, he didn't rush up to attack at the first time, and he didn't directly use the Holy Light Technique in order to make me look ugly, and now under the shield of my spiritual power, this Wang Zheng will definitely not see me anymore. "

Hmph, it's really a reckless person, but relying on genetics, his strength is a little bigger, and his mental power is still not good."

And Wang Zheng watched Feng Zeyu first dodge after the opening, then waved his hand, and squatted in place, and there was a lewd smile on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't figure out his path for a while.

Muttered to himself, "Could it be that he's already used the ability, so I shouldn't be blind to him now?" As

if hearing Wang Zheng's words, Feng Zeyu walked up with a swagger, and the two daggers in his hands kept turning in his hands, as if he was already winning.

And the spectators in Jingnan all sweated for Wang Zheng, because this Feng Zeyu was so weird every time he fought, even if others were standing in front of his opponent, the other party couldn't see or hear it at all.

Then they saw that Wang Zheng had been standing in place stupidly, all worried about whether he had fallen under the control of the other party.

However, they didn't make a sound to remind them, and this quality is still there.

At this time, Wang Zheng saw that Feng Zeyu had already walked in front of him, and the dagger in his hand was directly inserted into his chest, but it seemed that he had avoided the vital point of his heart.

Seeing it all the time, Wang Zheng understood.

Before the start of this Feng Zeyu competition, he used words to provoke, trying to disturb his mind, and then directly cast his ability, and now he thinks that he has been blinded by his spiritual power.

Because he uncharacteristically did not attack directly, he made a wrong judgment.

That's why he dared to come over so boldly and directly.

However, looking at the position of his shot, the person should still be good, but this does not mean that Wang Zheng will let him go of the bad mouth before, and he still has to punish him a little.

So at the moment when the dagger stabbed down, Wang Zheng raised his hand directly.

In an instant, several holy rays of light fell from the sky, enveloping Feng Zeyu in front of him.

It was obvious that Feng Zeyu was already alert when he raised his hand, but it was too late.

When he was soft and collapsed to the ground with a "plop", his eyes blurred.

Feng Zeyu's mouth was still chattering.

"You're a liar... You lied to people... You lie to people..."