Zhao Kangtai didn't speak, but silently picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. The middle-aged man continued: "He has taken on two tasks this time, one is double a and the other is triple a. The double A-level mission is closer to Kyoto and more urgent. MB..." The man paused for a moment, then continued, "Lian~Ye is in Ming City." "You can go to Ming City first, but you have to go to Nanping, Lu Sheng's meaning is already obvious. "Maybe he just wants to complete the triple-a mission first. I remember that it was a mission of alien beast invasion. Alien beasts are much more dangerous than kidnappers." Zhao Kangtai thought for a while and said. The middle-aged man glanced at Zhao Kangtai, "I prefer that he intentionally avoid Lian Ye and the second choice given by Lord Martial Saint, which is the real Martial Saint disciple test. Having said that, in fact, this is true.
It is human nature to seek good luck and avoid bad luck. " Zhao Kangtai remained expressionless, and said calmly: "It's still too early to draw conclusions, there is still some time before the National Martial Arts Conference for College Students. The middle-aged man slowly drank the tea in the cup and sighed: "It's only been a few days. Once before the National College Student Martial Arts Conference started, Lu Sheng hadn't made a move yet. Then the result is out. Test failed.... Master Wu Sheng is not in the habit of giving people a second chance, and he doesn't like to wait too long. " Zhao Kangtai didn't speak, just drinking tea, looking at a certain position on the office wall. There used to be a pair of words hanging there. He later gave that word to Lu Sheng. It's written in the words... only in one's heart. Lu Sheng, don't let me down, and don't let Master Wu Sheng down either. Zhao Kangtai thought silently in his heart. Time passes like water. On the campus of the Seventh Saint Martial Arts University, which has gradually calmed down after the demon king Lu Sheng pushed the Seven Saints and became famous in the five districts, due to a certain incident, there were waves of turmoil again. Seventh Shengwu Canteen. It was time to eat, and the cafeteria was quite lively. "Slap!" The crisp footsteps sounded from the cafeteria door.
A pair of blood-stained alloy boots stepped on the clean and tidy floor. Some people looked up subconsciously. I saw a young man with a height of meters, a black vest and camouflage pants, and a young man with hair standing up like steel needles striding into the cafeteria. The young man was still carrying an uncleaned alloy saber on his shoulder, and his expression was indifferent. As he walked in, a strong smell of blood rushed towards him. "It's Xiao Lan, Xiao Lan is back!" "I heard that he took the double-A mission this time and went out. I didn't expect to come back so soon. Tsk tsk, with this murderous look, I'm afraid his strength has improved... "Double A-level?! Damn, Xiao Lan is getting more and more terrifying, no wonder my heart beats faster just looking at me..." Many people recognized the identity of the person and started talking in low voices. In the huge cafeteria, because of the appearance of young people, the voice of speaking has more than doubled. Like a lively swarm of bees, buzzing and making noise. "Xiao Lan is back." The slender girl with the ponytail looked away, and said to the handsome young man who was sitting across from him and was eating mouthfuls: "It seems that she is also coming back for the National Martial Arts Conference for College Students "This kind of opportunity to compete with young masters in martial arts gyms across the country only comes once every two years. How could a militant like Xiao Lan miss it." The handsome young man ate without raising his head, and responded casually. "The top ten students on the old student list will all go. I don't know what the situation will be this time. We, the Seventh Saint Martial Arts University, shouldn't be at the bottom." The girl said with a sigh. The handsome young man raised his head in surprise, "Bottom? What are you talking about? This martial arts tournament has the demon king Lu Sheng, and we can even hit the first place. Why are we still at the bottom?" The girl shook her head, "Lu Sheng may not participate." "What?" The handsome young man was stunned, and subconsciously asked: "Why? It's so easy for the Seventh University to produce a once-in-a-century Lu Sheng, will you not let him participate? Are the school leaders out of their minds?" "Chen Yixuan, I warn you to be more polite." "Sorry sorry, I forgot that your dad is the vice principal" The handsome young man apologized again and again, and the girl's face looked a little better now. "I heard from my dad that the test of Wu Sheng for Lu Sheng is that he cannot participate in the National University Martial Arts Conference. Once Lu Sheng participates, the test is considered a failure "What kind of test is this?" Chen Yixuan looked puzzled, "Deliberately suppressing Lu Sheng's sharpness? There's no need to do that."
"Wu Sheng's mind can't be what we can guess, since he did this, he naturally has his deep meaning. Chen Yixuan sighed with regret. "It's such a pity. Two years ago, the Gemini Stars swept the Seven Sages University, beating the entire Seven Sages University without any shame. I heard that in the past two years, there has also been a 'Sage Seedling' in the martial arts school. Originally, I thought I could rely on Lu Sheng to fight back this year, but now it's alright..." Chen Yixuan threw the chopsticks on the table and said rather depressed: "I have to be abused again. We're graduating soon..." "It's fine." The girl gently held Chen Yixuan's hand, comfortingly said: "You will get used to it soon. "National College Student Martial Arts Conference?" Lu Sheng looked at his phone, which contained the school email he had just received. The email notified him that three days later, at eight o'clock in the morning, he would gather at the gate of the school and go to participate in the national college student Wu Tianchen. If you are late and do not go, you will be deemed to have voluntarily given up your qualifications to participate in the conference. Lu Sheng was very skeptical, and the last sentence was specially written for him. Will the school allow the old and the strong not to participate? Deadlifts have to be pulled. Lu Sheng stood up and walked to the window of the room. Through the glass, he could clearly see the outside of the courtyard of his dormitory. Several furtive figures were wandering around. These guys have been around since the day he went back to school. It's run by students. It is estimated that 80% of them are sent by the school. It's not so much surveillance as it is to see if he will go out. to perform a task... to kill someone... "You don't want me to go, do you?" Lu Sheng turned around, looked at a pair of words hanging on the wall and said indifferently. "However, the path I, Lu Sheng wants to take, cannot be controlled by others..." "Seven Sages can't do it." "Wu Sheng, it doesn't work either." Lu Sheng glanced at the towering and motionless Wusheng Pagoda standing quietly in the distance.
Then sat down cross-legged, picked up a piece of forging cloth and gently wiped the red crystal dragon pattern. 0…ask for flowers……… His eyes were as calm as before. On the computer desktop behind him, all the information about Jidao Martial Arts Hall and Jidao Wusheng are densely listed. ***** Three days later. The entrance of the Seventh Holy Martial Academy. A bus stopped, and many freshmen from the Seventh Shengwu University gathered around. Chen Yixuan and other top ten masters on the old student list stood in front of the car, as if waiting for something. The National Martial Arts Conference for College Students is about to be held, and today is the day of departure. Vice-principal Zhao Kangtai will lead the team in person. Everyone is quite excited, because everyone knows it well. Their seventh Saint Martial Arts University, what kind of earth-shattering figure has emerged this year. "The Demon King is going to fight, and my seventh Sacred Martial General in this National Martial Arts Conference will completely avenge his shame and give him a great boost!" "I really can't think of a reason to lose. I can't wait to see the scene where Lu Sheng crushes those martial arts brothers. It's a pity that I can't follow, and I can't watch it live.." "It's okay, there is a live broadcast, just watch the live broadcast when the time comes." "By the way, why hasn't Lu Sheng come yet?" Listening to the discussions of many students, Chen Yixuan, who was standing in the crowd, smiled wryly in his heart. These people obviously didn't know that Lu Sheng would never come. Compared with the National University Martial Arts Conference held every two years, the inheritance of Martial Saints is obviously much more important. A fool also knows how to choose. "If it were me, I would rather not go to the conference. Anyway, if I go, I will be beaten Chen Yixuan thought secretly. He took a special look at Zhao Kangtai, the vice principal who led the team. Zhao Kangtai looked normal, and there was no anxiety on his face. Although he looked down at the time from time to time, Chen Yixuan felt that it was more like wanting to start in a hurry. Obviously, Lu Sheng will never Chen Yixuan Before he could finish his thought, he heard commotion and cheers from the crowd.
The flocks are scattered, and the tigers go out. A handsome young man with a tall and straight figure and a casual posture came in from outside the crowd. Simply carrying a weapon bag in his hand, who else could it be but Lu Sheng? "Sorry for being late." Chen Yixuan subconsciously froze, then turned his head and glanced at Zhao Kangtai. He saw Zhao Kangtai who was relaxed just now, but when he saw Lu Sheng appearing, his expression instantly became complicated. It was a kind of indescribable frustration after expectations failed, full of deep disappointment. "Lu Sheng..." Zhao Kangtai took a light breath and said in a low voice: "You have to think about it. The National College Student Martial Arts Conference has just begun. You... still have time. Lu Sheng replied calmly: "Vice principal, it's just a dream. You told me that." Zhao Kangtai opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more. In the end, he didn't say anything, just waved his hand sullenly, and announced in a deep voice: "Get in the car. "oh!" "Seven must win!" "The Demon King Triumphs!" The seven college students around burst into enthusiastic cheers, loudly cheering for the team that is about to represent the seven majors. Under the bustle of the scene, Zhao Kangtai's expression seemed a little numb.... Ask for a monthly ticket, ask for flowers, ask for a reward ~ Shi ~.