No one can be a dog licker

The staff did not take the spears from the hands of the 30 spectators, allowing them to return to their positions holding the blood-stained spears.

Arena.

Lei Ting Fangyuan jumped up with a long sword in hand.

At the same time Fang Yuan went on stage, Zhang Lin on the other side also came on stage with a fine steel stick in hand.

"Thunder, Fang Yuan!"

"Mo Suo, Zhang Lin!"

With the referee's sharp and quick whistle, the two players on the field completely gave up all their defensive strategies.

All I heard was a loud bang, and the sound of knives and sticks clashing was deafening, with sparks flying everywhere.

Even ordinary people have a spirit of bravery hidden deep in their hearts, so how could they lack it?

The 'fire' that Wu Baitian set off could ignite even an ordinary person, let alone those standing here - the chosen ones from the three institutes!

They are not only warriors, but also elite students from top universities. They have fought their way to where they are today with their own efforts and talents, and of course they have their own pride.

Why do you need to rely on the mercy of ordinary people to have a chance of survival in a fight?

My life is in my own hands, not in the hands of others.

Fang Yuan and Zhang Lin both held their breath and attacked each other fiercely.

Sun? stood behind Sun Hou, his brows knitted tightly into a "川" shape, and he couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Idiot."

This kind of unsystematic and spontaneous confrontation is tantamount to seeking death. It all depends on who has more blood. This behavior is absurd and reckless.

Lei Zhanchao had just recovered from the shock brought by Wu Baitian's incredible strategy when he found that the students in his school were like those who had lost their brain stems and were rushing to their deaths. He was so angry that his temples were throbbing with pain.

Of course he knew that Thunder could not be compared with the Martial God Wu Da, but this comparison was worse than direct destruction...

The referee stood on the ring, sighing as he watched the two men stabbing each other with a stick and a knife, cutting each other into a bloody mess.

Wu Baitian couldn't bear it any longer and took out his slingshot, and used a small stone to send Zhang Lin falling off the stage.

"Thunder wins!"

"It doesn't matter who wins. Neither of them can play the next game." Wu Baitian shrugged. "Of course, it's also to please Principal Lei."

"Oh."

Lin Yi didn't care at all about who won or lost in the open tournament. As for ordinary people, since it was not a matter of life or death, their changes in status did not stir up any waves in his heart.

Especially after watching Wu Bai Tian stirring up and manipulating their emotions at will, Lin Yi felt even more bored.

He had no idea what Wu Baitian was trying to do, nor did he think she was wrong.

But... Lin Yi still feels that he is most relaxed and happiest when hunting ferocious beasts at school during the day.

Of course he longed to become stronger, but if possible, he was not willing to stand at a higher position, did not want to be a war god, and did not want to be like his great-grandfather.

But Lin Yi is not stupid. He knows he has no choice. If this is the case, he can only become stronger, strong enough to protect the people around him, strong enough to be relied on by Bai Tian.

Wu Baitian felt Lin Yi's burning gaze and his heart skipped a beat.

This boy, with his youthful budding, is a bit of a hooligan. She really can't stand him, mainly... because... she can't beat him.

Before, she had been ambiguous with him for a while, but now if she said it was just for fun, she felt it was useless.

"Well... things like love really take up a lot of energy! In my opinion, it's best not to think about it before entering the ninth rank, so as not to be distracted and miss the point, what do you think?"

Lin Yi tilted his head slightly, his pair of peach blossom eyes flashing with doubt and confusion, and he looked at Wu Baitian with a smile.

Seeing that Lin Yi was silent, Wu Baitian said solemnly, "In short, you must put martial arts first! Getting involved in emotional entanglements too early will only affect your cultivation progress and state of mind. Do you understand?"

But what Wu Baitian didn't expect was that even though he had said so much, Lin Yi could still remain silent and just keep staring at him.

"Pfft." Lin Yi couldn't help laughing and asked, "Are you tired of worrying about these things every day?"

He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Wu Baitian's head, imitating the way Lin Ping once comforted himself.

"I know you are very tired. Will everything be fine if I reach the ninth rank? If not, then I will be your martial god and become the strongest in China. During the day, you must believe in me, just as I believe in you. Soon, I will do it very quickly."

Wu Baitian's heart skipped a beat. It had nothing to do with love, but because she would eventually let down this trust.

"Lin Yi, let go! Stop pressing, this is my wig. You've flattened it."

"Ah? Oh oh oh." Lin Yi quickly withdrew his hand and spoke a little stutteringly, "You, you, actually, no matter how you look, you look good. There's no need to wear a wig. Good, good-looking, all good-looking."

"Oh, sweet talk."

Wu Baitian rolled his eyes, turned half of his body to the other side, and pouted in disgust.

"No, I didn't!" Lin Yi replied hesitantly, "I understand that for you and me, there are things more important than love right now. If you're not in a hurry, then I'm not in a hurry either. As long as you don't... don't have anyone else in your heart, that's fine."

'Damn, bad luck!'

Lei Zhanchao cursed in his heart and pressed his hands on the judges' table, but he couldn't control the strength for a moment.

In an instant, metal and iron splashed everywhere, and the originally extremely solid table shattered in an instant.

The audience was shocked by this scene and immediately realized that Principal Lei was using the same old trick to help his students win.

Those who were brave enough started to cheer for Mo Suo.

"Come on, Mosu!"

"Come on, Mo Suo! Hold on!"

But at this time, Lei Zhanchao didn't care about the crickets in the audience at all. He really couldn't stand it anymore.

Lin Yi's humble and disgusting behavior gave him goose bumps all over his body.

It feels like going back many years ago when Lin Dasha was madly pursuing the eldest daughter of the Ye family. The memory is still fresh in my mind!

Lin's face turned red with embarrassment, mainly because Lei Zhanchao not only eavesdropped, but also made such a big noise. He was really a disrespectful old man.

Look at Principal Sun, he is always so quiet.

What Lin Yi didn't know was that Sun Chenghong had been recording every detail of their ambiguous actions and conversations, no matter how big or small, since that morning and had sent them to Lin Zhonghan.

Not only that, he also took the time to shoot a lot of short videos and sent them over.

Of course, even if Lin Yi knew, Sun Chenghong wouldn't care and couldn't do anything to him.

Sun Chengkong is not as superficial as Lei Zhanchao. In his opinion, Wu Baitian and Lin Yi, one literary and one martial, one gentle and one hard, one flexible and one straight, are simply a perfect match.

If we really want to talk about whether they are worthy of each other or not, it is Lin Yi who is marrying above his station and is a gigolo.

The Lin family's encounter with Wu Baitian can be said to be a turning point in the Lin family's fate. Good times will come after bad times, and they are blessed by God.

Perhaps, all of this was arranged by fate, so that Brother Lin could have the opportunity to return to the Northeast Military Region and realize his long-cherished wish.

In short, suitable!