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For a moment, there was complete silence. Everyone looked at Xu Qing with pity and a strange expression. Was Daxia not a human being? There was an old saying that a scholar was weak as a chicken. How could he fight against those descendants of gods?

Ting Ni's eyes lit up, and he closed his eyes to sense it carefully. The next moment, his face was filled with shock. This nerdy-looking person was actually a fourth-level person? Are all the people in Da Xia so perverted?

"Weakling, he can't even win if I give him one hand."

When I looked at the direction of the voice, I saw the first young man on Tingni's right stood up. He had short brown hair and a handsome face like an ancient Greek sculpture, three-dimensional and beautiful, sturdy but not strong.

The black vest reveals smooth and natural muscle lines. As soon as he stood up, he was greeted by countless crazy eyes of young ladies, which turned into pity after a moment. They believed that Daxia would win!

Without waiting for Tingni's consent, the boy stomped his feet on the ground, creating gusts of cold wind as he ran, already exceeding the speed that a human should be able to reach.

Standing only fifty meters away from Xu Qingshu.

"Reason? I don't want to listen to your reasoning, little scholar. I'm afraid you are not strong enough for me to beat with one hand. Don't admit defeat. After all, I am the descendant of the golden beast!"

The boy was full of vigor and vitality when he spoke so arrogantly, which was in stark contrast to the way he was beaten like a dog later. Xu Qingshu smiled slightly and looked at the boy from head to toe. That's it? !

Bai Ranyou swept his cold eyes over the young man, seemingly signaling to Mo Ran unintentionally. Mu Yuan moved inconspicuously to block the two people who were already fighting below. Mo Ran's mouth twitched. The boss wouldn't be so unwilling to let anyone look at him, right? ? ?

"Is the boss a little narcissistic? He's being so strict before the game even starts?" Xu Nuo, who was sitting nearby, noticed the silent movement and poked Ding Junhui.

"Huh?" Ding Junhui opened his eyes and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

"Just go for it if you like it, isn't that right?" Xu Nuo continued. Why is a grown man being so fussy?

"Yes." Ding Junhui nodded silently.

Bai Ranyou fell from the wooden kite, bought some food that girls liked in front of the stall, jumped onto the wooden kite, glanced at Ding Junhui and Xu Nuo who were gossiping, and felt anxious.

Is he really too slow? What if he doesn't see him? And will the soldier master break his legs? ?

His mind was full of thoughts, but his face was as stern as ever. He had to say it out loud, right? What if someone took advantage of him? Wouldn't he cry to death? Where would he find a wife? ? ?

"Try the chocolate ice cream with liquor filling." His eyes became gentler. "I have something to tell you when we get back."

I took the exquisitely wrapped chocolate and took a bite. It was good. It was not as mellow as the Da Xia one, but it had a different flavor.

The battle below was almost coming to an end. Amid the astonishment and disbelief of the crowd, Xu Qingshu held the young man down and beat him the entire time, causing the young man to be swollen three times all over.

"Are you convinced?" Xu Qingshu looked at the young man in his hands with gentle eyes, and his tone was very gentle.

Hearing those gentle words, Meng felt sick all over, as if a guillotine was pressing down on him! Just now he said he was not convinced, but he was thrown around like a sack for several rounds!

“Are you convinced?” Thinking he didn’t hear clearly, Xu Qingshu poked Meng’s forehead. Could he have been beaten stupid? ? ?

"I give in," okay, he's in a bad mood, you can't beat him, you can't convince him by talking, if you can't beat him, just join him.

"What? You don't accept it?" He frowned, lifted Meng high up and was about to smash him down, "It seems you don't know my strength!"

"I obey, I obey, I will listen to you," Meng felt dizzy and shouted loudly. He couldn't stand another blow, wouldn't it cost him his life? ? ?

"Wouldn't it have been better if you had said it earlier?" Xu Qingshu said.

He put Meng down and touched his head lovingly. But Meng felt cold in his heart, as if the hand above his head would break his neck, and his back felt cold.

"From now on, you must obey my arrangements and instructions, and follow the orders and summons of Daxia. Descendant of God? You are a human now! You should fight for Daxia! Become a pillar of Daxia!"

"Otherwise, I will have to let you know what death is. Report to Daxia in three days, without any delay."

After saying this, he turned around gracefully, stepped on the wooden kite and flew back to the Da Xia camp, with a look of joy and pride on his face as a new teacher.

"What are you looking at? Have you never seen it before?" He turned around and shouted to everyone with his hands on his hips. The strength of the descendant of God gave him terrifying power.

Even though he was like a dead dog just now, he has recovered now.

"The golden beast is the most powerful being after the Lord God. How could it be pinned to the ground and beaten by a scholar?" The announcement voice paused and slowly asked the question that everyone wanted to ask.

"Books contain both beauty and wealth. This is the power of knowledge. Do not doubt it. This is true. The scholars of Daxia are so horrible. It is outrageous."

"This is an absolute crushing force. Daxia has bared its fangs. Let us look forward to the performance of the Divine Descendants Organization. They are quite powerful."

Expectations? What's there to expect? He fought a few games and lost a few games. Is he still a descendant of God? If you give him the power, he will perform better than these people! The people of Daxia laughed loudly. Gods should be so powerful, running rampant and sweeping the world!

"Waste." Tingni tried to calm herself down.

She scanned the many descendants of gods one by one, and felt powerless in her heart. It really proved the old saying of Daxia that a good cook cannot cook without rice. She didn't even have a single person she could fight. Level 4? It was a joke. Even if she was invincible in the same level, she couldn't lose so badly, right?

Xu Qingshu changed into a new robe on the wooden kite, with a smile on his face, and he was very elegant, without any sign of violence.

"Master Dao, you go," Bai Ranyou fixed his eyes on the middle-aged Taoist priest in a yin-yang robe, "make sure to fight quickly and decisively."

Hearing this, the Taoist priest forced a smile, clenched the whisk in his hand, and glanced at Jiuli who was sitting.

Captain Bai was in a hurry to go back and confess his feelings? As an old man, he naturally helped, and his eyes suddenly became fierce.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, I will be back soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already landed on the hill. The aura he exuded was light and ethereal, and he looked extremely free and easy.

"I would like to ask you for advice. Who will come up?"

There was no dust in his eyes, and the divine power of Taoism was rolling around him.

Ting Ni rubbed his forehead in distress. So far, all the people from Da Xia were at the fourth level. Suddenly, he saw a young man with little presence standing aside, Yin, the son of the Demon King, and made a decision in his heart.

"Yin, go ahead and don't lose too badly."

She can’t even think about winning now, she covers her face.

“? Okay.” He agreed after a moment of silence.

Yin stood up and appeared in front of the Taoist master like a silver line. He looked fragile like a minor, with silver hair, silver eyes, pale face, and red lips and white teeth like a little girl.

"Half of your body is buried in the ground. Why don't you go back and rest?" Yin said bluntly.

"I don't need anyone else to deal with you. I am enough." A fierce light flashed in his eyes, "Young people should respect the elderly and love the young."

The moment the voice fell, Dao Ye's shadow was everywhere around, making people dizzy. Dao Ye, who burst out with all his strength, had pinned Yin to the ground within three minutes, and punched him in the face until he was covered with bruises.

"Who are you?" The Taoist priest never forgot the anniversary.

"I am," Yin answered, raising his hand quickly.

"Wrong, I am!" A punch hit Yin's stomach.

"You are a grandson! If I don't see you in Daxia in three days, you won't be able to keep your beautiful head."

After saying this in a sinister voice, he turned around, raised his Taoist robe, and boarded the wooden kite.