Chapter: 7562
He also has to take part in the assessment. With Patriarch Chu's elder brother around, he should be fine.
"Come on, brothers of Guangmingyuan, let's have a chat."
A deacon of Ice Sword Sect smiled and waved his hand.
Under many complex gazes.
They entered the examination hall.
"how to spell?"
The head of the Guangming Institute said: "There must be a rule. Li Kun didn't say anything. We can talk about it ourselves. It happens that there are deacons here."
"Don't talk nonsense." The Ice Sword Sect Guardian who was hated before pointed at the head of Guangming Academy's nose: "You can fight as you want, today!"
"Wheel battle." The head of the Guangming Institute said with a desperate expression: "Competition group, if one side wins, all members will advance."
When the decision was made, the protector stopped talking.
Mad Wu nodded slightly; "You can fight with wheels, and those who have a quota for the assessment will go on stage and fight one by one. Oh, the disciples of the Ice Sword Sect obey orders."
"exist."
"Don't kill them all."
"yes!"
As soon as this remark came out, the head of the Guangming Academy looked a little flustered.
"bring it on!"
Mengmeng glanced at Zhang Han, seeing him nodding slightly, Mengmeng walked up to the big ring in front of him.
At this time, Mengmeng was wearing a Tsing Yi, a ponytail, and her hair was not short, dancing slightly with the breeze.
The beauty has grown up, and although her face is a bit green now, her delicate beauty is not weaker than when Zi Yan was most famous back then.
"A group of trash, let a little girl go on stage to fight first."
A young man who participated in the assessment of Ice Sword Sect sneered, and when he stepped into the ring, he looked at Mengmeng with a smile and said, "I'm so beautiful, I feel pity for it, and it's a pity to lose, why don't you and I make a bet again?" How about a date?"
"What do you want to bet?" There was a hint of playfulness in Mengmeng's eyes.
"Maid." The man smiled lightly: "You lost, and you will be my maid from now on, and also the daughter of the bed."
As soon as this sentence is exported.
The temperature of the air on the field dropped by more than ten degrees.
"No wonder Shuo Sezi has a knife on his head, no wonder." Yue Wuwei's facial muscles were stiff, he touched his cheek, shook his head and sighed.
"Hahaha."
At this time, the disciples of the Ice Sword Sect laughed loudly:
"Senior Brother Leng He is still as chic as ever."
"This little beauty seems to be unable to escape Senior Brother Leng He's grasp."