A Paragon of Wuhun Chapter 1941: The big match begins!

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The first thousand nine hundred and forty-first chapter competition begins!

He turned around, strode away, but left a sentence coldly: "Chen Feng, wait for me, I will never spare you!"

Today is the day of the Grand Contest in the House of Commons.

Chen Feng went to the square in a green shirt.

At this time, hundreds of people had gathered on the square, and all the first-year students gathered here.

Even if they don't participate in the competition, they will naturally watch the excitement.

The crowd gathered under the high platform, whispering.

Seeing Chen Feng's arrival, many people pointed and looked at him with a hint of disdain.

"Look at it, Chen Feng's trash is here."

"Haha, he came quite early, is he so anxious to die?"

"Hey, this waste, you really don't know how to live or die!"

"Among the thirty-two people who participated in this competition, he is the weakest, and I don't know where he is confident."

The ridicule in the crowd was endless, and Chen Feng just walked forward slowly to the front of the crowd as if he hadn't heard it.

At this time, on the square, there is a stone platform in the middle, and around the stone platform, a total of sixteen arenas have been built.

These sixteen arenas are all made of big rocks, they look extremely strong, and the lights on them are constantly shining.

Obviously, this is to protect the stone platform from damage.

At this time, on the high platform in the middle, a person stood proudly, and on his robe, there were signs of mountains and seas.

He faced the crowd and said slowly: "I am the first in the House of Commons, Jian Mingjun!"

After Jian Mingjun's words fell, the scene suddenly became silent, and no one spoke.

After that, Jian Mingjun faced everyone, put his hands down gently, and said slowly: "Please stand up for the thirty-two people who signed up."

"Yes." There was a response from the crowd.

Next, thirty-two people stood up and stood at the forefront of the team!

The thirty-two people looked at each other, and they all saw a trace of hostility in each other's eyes.

Without exception, when their eyes were on Chen Feng's face, they turned into extreme contempt and disdain!

"This **** is also worthy of competing with us? It's our shame to play against him!" said a cold-faced teenager with an extremely pale complexion.

He has very thin eyebrows, thin lips, with a cold and mean look, a trace of murderousness between his eyebrows, and an extremely arrogant attitude, dismissing Chen Feng.

This person is named Yang Wenyao.

Beside him was a young man with a big beard. The young man with a big beard gave Chen Feng a very disdainful look. The cold light flickered in those small eyes.

He chuckled and said: "Brother Yang, I'm really looking forward to getting a group with Chen Feng, haha!"

"If I can compete with him on the same stage, then I will definitely enter the next round, which is equivalent to a steady victory!"

The other person next to him also laughed and said, "Yes, I think so too."

The bearded stared his eyes and said, "Don't you want to **** me!"

Then he looked at Chen Feng, yelled very contemptuously, and said, "Chen Feng, how are we going against each other? Don't worry, I will show mercy to your men and will not kill you."

"After all, an opponent as weak as you is rare, but I have to play around with it, and then kill you."

He showed a playful expression on his face, looking at Chen Feng, like a cat play mouse, full of contempt, and didn't put Chen Feng in his eyes at all.

Chen Feng glanced at him sideways, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said lightly: "I'm also looking forward to a fight with you!"

"It's really arrogant!" The bearded young man snorted coldly: "If you get together with me, then you will definitely die."

The disciples who were onlookers all made a ridicule of disdain.

"This Chen Feng has the courage to say this? None of the thirty-one present can deal with it, and everyone is a word: death!"

"Okay, shut up!" Jian Mingjun said coldly.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Afterwards, Jian Mingjun said lightly: "Now the draw begins, but this draw is not for you, but for me."

Speaking, a lottery appeared in his hand, and then he said in a deep voice, "Wei Wuji."

Wei Wuji took a step and said: "The disciple is here."

Jian Mingjun drew one from the lottery and threw it to him.

Wei Wuji held up the jade fortune: "Number eight!"

Everyone said one after another: "He is number eight, so the person against him is number twenty-fifth! The ring against him is the eighth ring!"

When everyone saw this number, they secretly prayed: "Don't let me draw to the twenty-fifth, don't let me draw to the twenty-fifth!"

The draw continues. Jian Mingjun is basically based on his strength. He calls them names in order of strength, and then draws them a lot. The number of draws varies.

One of the silver-robed youths was drawn on the 25th. Suddenly, he looked like a bereaved concubine. His face looked like a smile but not a smile, like crying but not crying. His whole body was trembling, and a touch of despair appeared in his eyes.

While the others gloated over misfortune, they all breathed a sigh of relief, thanking that they didn't have to face such a powerful opponent as Wei Wuji!

The beard draws the fifteenth, which means that the person against him will be the eighteenth.

Thirty people were all drawn, and it was Chen Feng's turn for the last one.

Jian Mingjun raised his eyelids and shouted: "Chen Feng."

Chen Feng came out. At this time, his expression was calm, but his eyes were filled with anger, and he quietly clenched his fists~IndoMTL.com~Because, Jian Mingjun’s approach clearly also believed that Chen Feng was in these three. Among the twelve people, the strength is the last one.

A voice in Chen Feng's heart was madly roaring: "Do you all look down on me? Do you all look down on my scrapped spirit? Do you think I am the worst?"

"Okay, wait, there are five more matches, I will slap all of you in the face, I will make all of you admire, I will let you know who is in the lower house The strongest person!"

After Chen Feng came out, the bearded young man laughed, holding up the jade lottery in his hand and said, "No, no need to draw. He is the 18th. I just wrote down everyone’s lottery. Number, only number 18 is empty!"

"Hahaha, Chen Feng is the eighteenth, he is mine!"

Speaking, he was so excited, as if he was getting a baby, facing everyone, laughing.

He arched his hand very politely and said: "Everyone, I should be the first of us to make sure to enter the second round? Congratulations!"