PS: Dazhang is here!

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After another four or five minutes of fierce fighting, Fang Ping still couldn't do it anymore and hung it on the vent and shouted to admit defeat.

The people below didn't care about him either. There was too little time and there was another Fu Changding!

"Come on, come on! All credits!"

Fu Changding's eyes were red and he was a little crazy in the battle.

He has never fought so well. He spent most of his time in the dream battlefield and practiced tactics for half of his time, and beaten faceless people at a handful of times.

This made him feel a little depressed. He always felt that he was a weak person, for fear that he would die in the cave one day.

Until now, he knew how strong he was.

A freshman in Magic Martial Arts, one of the two famous schools, has 70 warriors, and several important supporting roles in the original work, but he has no choice but to do anything about it!

In the end, there were only 3 minutes left, and all the warriors present consciously withdrew.

A warrior was knocked down before and was dissatisfied and entered the field again. Fu Changding punched his teeth. Everyone realized that Fu Changding really held back.

At most, these people are just bruised and swollen. They are a little ugly, but they will not affect their cultivation.

"Made, how much Qi and Blood Pill did this bastard eat in advance?"

"After now, I'm still in my peak state..."

There were only a hundred non-warriors left in the audience, looking at each other, feeling a little powerless, and didn't know whether they should go on or not.

All 70 warriors were beaten down, and when they went up, it seemed that they were just delivering food.

"Huh...I'm so exhausted."

Fu Changding also calmed down, looked around, shrugged, "Forget it, how could you all be deducted 20 credits? Dad's overflowing fatherly love...

Dean, I admit defeat, I fell to the ground!"

The magic martial arts still have to give him the face. He really took the entire fourth floor through the entire fourth floor. I guess no matter how tolerant the mentors are, they will be unhappy with him. After all, he has some connection with Jingwu.

Of course, it is mainly a matter of profit.

His intentional release of water is probably better than lying them all down, and he has more negative energy. Those with a little bit of self-esteem will feel that they have been humiliated.

[It's a pity that Old Man Huang refused to give me the credits deducted by the freshman.]

He lay down directly, everyone's expressions were a little complicated.

Thank you... a little bit, after all, there are quite a lot of 20 credits.

But more of them are shame, anger, humiliation, helplessness, and eagerness to become stronger.

"What are you doing? Here I will change my face?" Fu Changding was speechless, "Clear the scene! I have saved 20 credits, but I won't have 30 credits, right?"

Negative energy from Zhao Lei +23!+23!

Negative energy from Yang Xiaoman +23!+23!

...

"Quick! Clear the market!"

Only then did everyone start to shudder and react.

There are more than 400 people on the fourth floor.

If this is the case before the end, all staff on the fourth floor will be deducted 30 credits!

......

After 20 minutes.

External building.

A group of old students were waiting outside. When they saw many new students walking out of the building with bruised noses and swollen faces, they all laughed.

They were waiting here for this scene.

They were also watched in previous years, and they were very embarrassed and angry at that time. Now it was their turn to watch. Such a fine tradition must be passed down from generation to generation!

"Hiss! What's going on? It seems like there are a lot of beatings this year?"

"What if he doesn't matter, it's so cool. Last year, we were watching like monkeys, and our faces were so shameless that it was finally our turn to watch the show this year."

"It's not right... Look at it again. There are not many freshmen with high dormitory numbers in addition to some others, but not many of them are intact!"

“…”

The old students were talking and eating melons with relish.

"That's a big deal, if you have the ability, you can try it yourself!" Some non-warriors in the new student couldn't help but get angry. "The 70 warriors were penetrated by Fu Changding and the others. How good can you be?"

As soon as these words came out, other freshmen glared at the speaker.

idiot!

If you don’t speak, no one will think you are a mute!

If they don’t say it, who knows what happened in the training building? Their appearance was caused by mutual challenge, can’t it?

A new student's words stunned the old students around him.

"Really or not?"

"One thousand six hundred freshmen were broken through?"

"The other one is Fang Ping, who sang a double act with Fu Changding yesterday?"

"It should be..."

"The second pick is more than a thousand, and the genius believes that, and the two of them are not injured at all. How could they crush the game after a thousand-man enemy?"

Fu Changding and his two men did not see any injuries on their appearance. They had a lot of blue and purple body, but their faces were well protected.

Just as the new students were crying and the old students were talking enthusiastically, a group of men and women walked out of the building.

Huang Jing, who was in charge, snorted and said, "The old students are all gone, don't be enterprising! If you have free time, practice well! The faces of magic martial students have been thrown away by you!"

I don’t know who is talking about this, but the dean of the Weapon Academy was angry. This is a powerful master!

The onlookers dispersed one after another, and those who were still interested could only watch from afar and dared not come over.

...

As soon as the old soldier left, Huang Jing said expressionlessly, "Stand up according to the floor!"

More than a thousand freshmen quickly took the team according to the previously decided floor, and no one dared to make up for the numbers.

"One class is worse than another class!"

Huang Jing had a dark face, with one thousand six hundred people, and he actually let the two of them stand to the end.

Although Fu Changding finally surrendered, he left a little thin face for the magic martial arts.

But this thin surface is almost a piece of paper, and it can be broken with one stab!

Not even a fool can guess that Fu Changding has the ability to beat up a new class of freshmen.

Huang Jing glanced at Fu Changding and Fang Ping, feeling a little disgusted.

On the side of Jingwu, that old man Fu Guosheng probably wanted to find their magic martial arts mentor to sarcastically again.

And Fang Ping, this guy just said that magic martial arts are not as good as Nanwu, but in the end he was unable to teach him a lesson!

Huang Jing scolded for a while, and saw many freshmen lowering their heads dejectedly, but they still began to comfort them, "Today, some of you perform badly, while others perform pretty well.

The mentors saw this.

Warriors must fight for you. You must do your best to seize every opportunity that can improve your strength.

But today is just the beginning. In the future, you will have many more opportunities.

Therefore, you don’t have to be too proud if you win, and you don’t have to be depressed if you lose.

Or, I can just say that the scene just now was just a group of children's fun in the eyes of us mentors.

Even if you can defeat other children, you can only be considered a child king.

Don’t be arrogant when you win, don’t be discouraged when you lose. This is the style of a magical and martial artist!" After Huang Jing finished speaking, he glared at Fu Changding and Fang Ping quietly before turning around and leaving.

He is a master and doesn't have so much spare time to bring new students.

As soon as Huang Jing left, a tutor immediately shouted: "Come from the Weapon Academy to playground No. 1!"

"Come from Tactical Academy to playground 2!"

“…”

Fang Ping followed Fu Changding to the playground No. 1. He didn't want to mention it, but in the end he couldn't help asking, "Where is the credit?"

Fu Changding calmly planned his haircut, "The master said, "You can owe you what you saliva and nail? If you really dare to deduct it, then I will preach to him... You know. How much did you make this time?"

Speaking of making money, Fang Ping couldn't even close his mouth, "Not much, maybe only about 150 credits."
To be continued...