Chapter 570: Are garbage schools

Xia Ping simply ignored the few people who jumped their feet. He also pointed to several other people and asked: "You, you are from a university, and come and listen?"

"I was born in Murphy University."

“Ruwu University.”

"I was born in Ocean University. Although it is not as good as Yanhuang University, it is also a key school. If you want to get into the exam, you need to pick one. Every student is a leader..."

Several people spoke up.

But before he finished talking, Xia Ping interrupted his words: "Pick a fart, garbage school, the name has not been heard, and I don't know which place to come from."

"If you didn't go to Yanhuang University, you are also very interested in participating in the qualifiers. How is your skin so thick, but this may be the advantage of people from the garbage school, and the skin is thick!"

"There may be another advantage that is ignorant and fearless. I know that my ranking will be the bottom and I will try hard to participate. The purpose is to set off the strength of Yanhuang University. This is still praiseworthy."

He is very emotional.

"you!"

A few people were green, and they heard that their school was worthless. They said that they were thick-faced and dedicated to Yanhuang University. They simply wanted to fight with the bastard.

"What are you, aren't I right? Yanhuang University can't test it, what do you want?" Xia Pingxun replied, "If I were you, I would have been ashamed to commit suicide."

"People who can't take the Yanhuang University are not qualified to live in this world."

Bastard!

This group of people gnash their teeth and the lungs are all inflated. What is the truth? Is it not qualified to live without the first-rate university? Those who have been admitted to the third-rate university, do not all have to commit suicide? !

"Kid, you are too arrogant."

A yellow man jumped out and yelled at Xia Ping: "Don't think that it is great to go to Yanhuang University. Heroes don't ask questions. Like me, high school graduation, hard practice, and many adventures, it's not the same. Standing on the same field, don't look too much."

He roared at Xia Ping, murderous, very dissatisfied with Xia Ping's words.

"Illegal, shut up immediately, is this the place where you speak?!"

Xia Ping said impatiently: "We are talking to people who are admitted to college. What qualifications do you have for a high school graduate who is illiterate? You still have no shame."

what? !

Huang Yi’s face is green. When was he hit by this, although he graduated from high school, but he is not illiterate, he is literate.

And before the age of 30, he was promoted to the position of a martial artist. He was a genius everywhere. Even if he served as an army general, he was qualified. Which dared to say that he was illiterate.

"I, I am not illiterate! If you dare to talk nonsense here, I will kill you."

The man in yellow clothes is mad.

"Illegal, illiterate, illiterate, how to call it."

Xia Ping despised, he screamed three times in a row.

"Bastard, give me a die!" The man in Huang Yi was so angry that he slammed it. He instantly waved a big knife on his body and smashed it toward Xia Ping.

He showed the repair of the Seventh Heaven of the Martial Arts. A knife flashed in the air, which contained incomparable murderousness, as if a hill would be split into two halves.

And the speed of this knife is very fast, it is almost to the extreme, and it has broken through the sound barrier.

This is the yellow-shirt man's masterpiece of the thirty-six-style knife, he cultivated this knife method to the extreme, and reached the realm of supernaturalization.

The enemy who fought with him often didn't know what was going on. When the knife flashed, he was destroyed. His head and body were instantly split into two halves, bloody.

"roll!"

Xia Ping stood still in the ground and did not move, making a roar!

King level martial arts Tianlong octave!

A bang, this roar, really like a dragon roaring, the air is condensed into essence, the sound waves rolling like waves, attacking the body of the yellow man.

The three-square-meter glass is shattered under the sound of this sound.

The elite students nearby couldn't help but hold their ears, but even so, they were so excited that the blood was boiling and almost coughed up.

The man in yellow clothes who had smashed the blow on the front was even more miserable. The horrible sound of the sound came and shook his knife into a crush, and then passed it on his body.

Boom!

The man in yellow clothes made a scream of screams, his body suffered thousands of shocks, and a lot of blood flowed out from his eyes, mouth, nose, ears and so on.

With a bang, immediately a white light flashed, he disappeared in place, apparently defeated and transmitted.

On the ground there is a terrible crack, like a spider web, distributed in a one-kilometer area.

"A strong sound wave method."

"It’s terrible. How can this kid’s real element be so thick?”

"He is only a martial artist, how can it be so horrible?"

When I saw Xia Ping’s shot, she killed the Huang Yi man. All the other warriors changed their faces and felt the strength of Xia Ping’s body.

They immediately knew that this kid was absolutely unusual, not as simple as it might seem.

"I have said it for a long time, but it is illiterate. I dare to shoot the strongman from Yanhuang University. Isn’t this what it is to find death?" Xia Ping sighed in the sky, "I hope he can learn from the lessons in the future and meet like me." A noble person, turning around and walking with his tail, maybe this will live longer."

"kill him!"

A person screams, he can no longer stand this kid for a second, although the yellow man who was killed does not know, but in this scene, it is considered a temporary alliance.

But now the alliance is being killed, and they will be willing to go on.

A big drink, others have also shot.

Some of them hold long swords, some hold long guns, some hold large knives, and sprint like lightning.

Hey! ! !

A cold burrow broke out, like a meteor, but the beauty contained a deadly breath, and the surrounding air was turbulently swaying, making a sharp and harsh sound.

More than a dozen cold snipers, bursting out of the horrible momentum, suddenly Xia Ping's body covered.

"Dead!"

Xia Ping’s eyes showed a hint of coldness, and the Qigong in the body was running wildly, and the palm of his hand was shot.

Do not move to the third type of Buddha moving mountains and rivers!

At this moment, he was full of golden light, as if it covered a layer of gold, and there was a faint shadow of the Buddha behind him. The whole earth was shaking under this vast force.

Immediately, the Buddha showed a breath of sorrow and sorrow, and seemed to feel the impermanence of life and death. It emptied out of the palm of the hand and crushed it toward the group. The golden light condensed into substance, as if even the void could penetrate.