Absolute Great Teacher Chapter 606: Who won this!

"Jiang...Brother Jiang?"

　　

　　 Li Zhuifeng thought he was dazzled, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, but yes, he knew that face even if it turned to dust, not to mention the conspicuous word "waste" on his forehead.

　　

　　The trend of the stroke is definitely the teacher's handwriting.

　　

　　 "Why are you here?"

　　

　　 Li Zhuifeng subconsciously looked at Jiang Leng's side, it was Sun Mo, and then his eyes narrowed: "You won't worship him as a teacher?"

　　

　　 "Ding San's opponent is not weak!"

　　

　　Ding Yi was originally going to curse, but you are the masterpiece of the dean, but you have to fight so hard in the first round of a personal battle? But after seeing Ying Baiwu's performance, Ding Yi closed his mouth.

　　

　　 Even if you switch to playing by yourself, you won’t win easily.

　　

　　 Li Zhuifeng ignored Ding Yi, but still stared at Jiang Leng.

　　

　　 After a few years, seeing Jiang Leng again, Li Zhuifeng's mood is extremely complicated.

　　

　　 Every three years, a new group of children will arrive in the manor. Li Zhuifeng and Jiang Leng are at the same time. At that time, the previous group of children always bullied them. It was Jiang Leng who stood up and used one Stabbed the dagger back to protect their children.

　　

　　The life in the manor is boring and boring. Apart from sleeping, it is training. Jiang Leng is the best child.

　　

　　 Regardless of studying, practicing, or even playing games, Jiang Leng is far beyond his peers.

　　

　　 At that time, Li Zhuifeng admired Jiang Leng. He felt that he was so powerful and followed him like a little fan. But suddenly one day, everything changed.

　　

　　 Jiang Leng disappeared in the manor for half a month, and then came back again, Jiang Leng was weak and decadent, living like a walking dead, and the most terrifying thing was that his body was covered with mystery Lingwen.

　　

　　 Every once in a while, those spirit patterns will cause the spiritual energy to run away and cause great pain. Therefore, during that time, Jiang Leng's screams of pain to the extreme have become a shadow of the children.

　　

　　 Then in the next year, every month, Jiang Leng would be taken away for a few days, and every time he came back, he would be bruised all over his body, with more and more spiritual lines on his body, more and more broken.

　　

　　 Jiang Leng repeated this process of healing and re-injury until one day after a year, Jiang Leng was taken away for a month, and when he brought it back again, there was a lot of waste on his forehead. word.

　　

　　 Then in the evening, Jiang Leng was carried away and never appeared in the manor ever since.

　　

　　 Later, Li Zhuifeng learned that during Jiang Leng’s period, he was undergoing a human test with spiritual patterns inscribed. According to the original plan, their group of children would be carried out at the same time, but the poor results on Jiang Leng’s body caused the test to be delayed. One year.

　　

　　 It can be said that it was Jiang Leng’s pain, in exchange for the quiet life of these children for more than a year, and the data collected from him over the past year, which contributed to the success of the subsequent experiment.

　　

　　 Li Zhuifeng, because of his outstanding talents and outstanding ability in psychic pattern studies, was accepted as a personal disciple by Dean Bai, and then he learned about these things.

　　

　　 Li Zhuifeng asks himself, thank Jiang Leng?

　　

　　 Yes, but not many, more of a kind of arrogance, because it turns out that I am the best one, now that I think about it, the scene when I wandered behind Jiang Leng back then was ridiculous and funny.

　　

　　"Brother Jiang?"

　　

　　 Li Zhuifeng looked at the useless word on Jiang Leng's head, and smiled, but after that, his eyes suddenly narrowed, staring at Jiang Leng's neck.

　　

　　The part exposed from the neckline, why can't I see the spirit pattern? The skin is smooth and clean, without any trace of spiritual lines...

　　

　　"What kind of paint is it hiding?"

　　

　　 Li Zhuifeng asked himself. If he replaced him, he must find a way to hide those broken and ugly spiritual lines, but reason told him again.

　　

　　 The spirit pattern on Jiang Leng's body has been repaired.

　　

　　 Otherwise, since the spirit lines are to be covered, why doesn't the word ‘waste’ on the head cover it?

　　

　　"But how can this be done to repair the spiritual lines?"

　　

　　 Li Zhuifeng muttered, and couldn't help but glance at Sun Mo. He remembered that this guy had a reputation, called the Hand of God.

　　

　　"Do you want to tell the teacher about this?"

　　

　　 Li Zhuifeng thought, suddenly warning the college student in his heart, and with a subconscious slip, he hid behind an adult candidate.

　　

　　 Jiang Leng turned his head.

　　

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　

　　Taiyutang noticed that the face of the dead was wrong.

　　

　　 "I don't know, I suddenly feel sick!"

　　

　　 Jiang Leng didn't notice any unexpected situation.

　　

　　"Hundred Dance, don't worry, fight slowly!"

　　

　　 Li Ziqi saw the anxious situation of the battle and couldn't help shouting.

　　

　　The examiner glanced at the little purse, and didn't care, first, she was not a teacher, second, this kind of cheering, if you play slowly, it won't affect the situation of the battle.

　　

　　"Hundred dances, don’t worry, as long as you win!"

　　

　　 Seeing that the examiner didn't care, Li Ziqi called out again.

　　

　　 With the arrival of Sun Mo, Ying Baiwu wanted to perform well in front of the teacher he admired, and win the opponent as soon as possible and get praise, but was impatient.

　　

　　 "I will shame the teacher again!"

　　

　　, pursing his lips, holding a sigh of relief, Ying Baiwu looked over, and saw Sun Mo. The other party shook his head, followed by a smile on his lips, and nodded.

　　

　　 Although she didn't speak, the iron girl seemed to have a sharp heart, and she already understood what the teacher meant.

　　

　　"This kind of tactic is wrong, change it, it hurts your body, but you played well, and you can definitely win!"

　　

　　 looked at Sun Mo’s gentle and trusting eyes, looked at the teacher’s appreciative smile, and seemed to say that you are my favorite cub, and I was irritated to win Baiwu and calm down.

　　

　　"How can the teacher care about winning or losing? He must care about me not to get hurt!"

　　

　　 Winning Baiwu's heart was warm, and then suddenly stepped on the wind king's magic step, retreated to the edge of the arena, and opened a distance.

　　

　　ding!

　　

　　 The favorability degree from Yingbaiwu +100, respect (7100/10000).

　　

　　 "Finally stopped!"

　　

　　 Ding San did not attack, but panted heavily. There was no way, but the opponent's mad dog attack made him overwhelmed.

　　

　　You don’t even hurt?

　　

　　 Ding San is in the manor, but he has received rigorous training, and injuries are commonplace, but today's match still made him feel palpitated.

　　

　　 "The teacher taught me that I was too persistent and upright, and I quickly defeated you. In fact, I just won."

　　

　　 win Baiwu reflection.

　　

　　 "What the hell?"

　　

　　 Ding San frowned.

　　

　　 "I'm sorry, I want to win this game!"

　　

　　Ying Baiwu took off the longbow he was carrying.

　　

　　"Hey, do you want to shoot someone to death without a bow with feather arrows?"

　　

　　 Ding San disdain, he is not in a hurry, but reminds Ying Baiwu: "Are you too nervous and forgot to take the quiver? It's okay, I'll wait for you!"

　　

　　 Around the stadium, there was a sound of discussion, because they didn't know what to do to win Baiwu.

　　

　　The examiner watched all this silently, and did not stop the iron girl from changing weapons, because this is a personal battle, and there are no restrictions on weapons and tactics, as long as you win.

　　

　　 Of course, although the bows and arrows are long-range, the entire arena is only half the size of a basketball court. The practical bows and arrows will actually suffer.

　　

　　The advantage of long-range weapons is to use long-range suppression to blow up opponents. Once they get close, they will basically be cold.

　　

　　With the length of the arena, Ding San rushed to the front of Ying Baiwu, and she just drew the feather arrow from the quiver, and as long as one arrow is shot into the air, the longbow will become a decoration. Completely abused.

　　

　　 "If you don't charge now, there will be no chance!"

　　

　　 Ying Baiwu held the Fengwang Divine Bow in her left hand and placed it on her side. It was not that she was hypocritical to be fair, but that she didn't want to shame Sun Mo. Otherwise, she would have started a sneak attack.

　　

　　 "It's okay, just shoot, move it and I will lose!"

　　

　　 Ding Sanhehe smiled.

　　

　　 squeezed the corner of Bai Wu's mouth, lifted the bow with his left hand, hooked the bowstring with the index and middle fingers of the right hand, pulled it violently, and then loosened it.

　　

　　 hum!

　　

　　 The bowstring trembles, and there is a crisp sound.

　　

　　 "Good bow!"

　　

　　 In the crowd watching the party, there is a famous master who is good at archery. At this moment, when you hear the sound of the bow, you know that this is a superb longbow, definitely by the master.

　　

　　 "You treat me as... Gan!"

　　

　　 Ding San saw that Ying Baiwu opened his bow and had no arrows. He wanted to say that you were scared of me. However, following a flower in front of him, he saw the aura condensed into a long arrow, whizzing.

　　

　　 is extremely fast.

　　

　　咻!

　　

　　The arrow grazed Ding San’s ear and shot.

　　

　　 "Give up!"

　　

　　 Win Baiwu urged.

　　

　　 Even the well-informed examiner is a little shocked at this time, condensing a long arrow out of thin air. Is this the effect of a long bow? Or is it the effect of exercises?

　　

　　 But this girl is very graceful. If she was vicious and shot Ding San's thigh, this arrow would end the fight.

　　

　　 Ding San, who had a lingering heart, stopped talking nonsense and rushed out, almost bringing out the afterimages.

　　

　　 Win Baiwu did not move, his right hand opened the bow continuously.

　　

　　Fengming flurry!

　　

　　 Then the audience saw a group of translucent arrows roaring out of the longbow, like a chain of organs, sending out in a row.

　　

　　咻! call out! call out!

　　

　　 Before Ding San got close, the long arrow pierced through his right palm, and after flying his long sword, he shot it to pieces.

　　

　　 Dang! Cang!

　　

　　 The iron block fell to the ground, making noise.

　　

　　 The entire arena was silent.

　　

　　 Those candidates only felt their scalp numb for a while, a little desperate.

　　

　　Who won this?

　　

　　According to the rules, once you are in the ring, you are not allowed to go down, you are not allowed to change weapons, and you are not allowed to drink even the water bladder handed over by others.

　　

　　 So everyone always thought that winning Baiwu was nervous and forgot to take the quiver, so it was useless to carry the longbow, and chose to fight melee. Only now I know that people don’t use arrows at all. I just fought like that just because I wanted to compete fairly. ~IndoMTL.com~ Actually she thinks too much, so it's fair to play. "

　　

　　 "Whoever meets her is unlucky!"

　　

　　 "It's amazing, no wonder Sun Mo didn't come to see her at the game, because I won!"

　　

　　 There was a lot of discussion, and then those who won the first game were under pressure and began to pray, and don’t meet Baiwu in the next game.

　　

　　"This game, win the hundred dances!"

　　

　　 After the examiner announced that the Iron Maiden had won the competition, she bowed, then jumped off the ring and walked to Sun Mo's side.

　　

　　 lowered his head, ready to be trained.

　　

　　"Tantai, first treat her wounds"

　　

　　Sun Mo ordered.

　　

　　 Sick Yangzi immediately opened the medicine box he carried with him to stop the bleeding for Ying Baiwu.

　　

　　"Hundred dances, don't think about my face and other things, now is your battle, you have to fight for yourself!"

　　

　　Sun Mo exhorted.

　　

　　 This girl had no intentions, so Sun Mo easily guessed the reason she did that.

　　

　　Ying Baiwu still lowered his head and said nothing. If I only fight for me, I will abstain. After all, I have no money to take!

　　

　　 Jiang looked at the Ding San coldly. The opponent lost, but he was obviously not convinced, and he was staring at this side with a sullen expression.