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He turned around and walked away, but left a cold sentence: "Chen Feng, wait for , I will never spare you!"

Today is the day of the Grand Competition in the House of Commons.

Chen Feng wore a green shirt and went to the square.

At this ti, hundreds of people had gathered on the square, and all the first-year students gathered here.

Even if they don't participate in the competition, they will naturally watch the excitent.

The crowd gathered under the high platform, whispering.

Seeing Chen Feng's arrival, many people pointed and looked at him with a trace of disdain.

"Look, Chen Feng's trash has co."

"Haha, he ca quite early, is he so anxious to die?"

"Oh, this trash is really reckless!"

"Among the thirty-two people who participated in this competition, he is the worst in strength, and I don't know where his confidence cos from."

The ridicule in the crowd was endless, and Chen Feng just walked forward slowly to the front of the crowd as if he hadn't heard it.

At this mont, on the square, there is a stone platform in the middle, and around the stone platform, a total of sixteen arenas have been built.

These sixteen arenas are all made of large stones, they look extrely strong, and the light of the magic circle on them is constantly shining.

Obviously, this is to protect the stone platform from damage.

At this ti, on the high platform in the middle, a man stood proudly, and on his robe, there were signs of mountains and seas.

Facing the crowd, he said slowly: "I am the first in the House of Commons, Jian Mingjun!"

After Jian Mingjun's words fell, the scene suddenly beca silent, and no one spoke.

Then, Jian Mingjun faced the crowd, put his hands down gently, and said slowly: "Please stand up for the thirty-two people who signed up."

"Yes." There was a response from the crowd.

Then, thirty-two people stood up and stood at the forefront of the team!

The thirty-two people looked at each other, and they all saw a trace of hostility in each other's eyes.

Without exception, when their gazes swept across Chen Feng's face, they beca extrely contemptuous and disdainful!

"This **** is also worthy of competing with us? It is our sha to play against him!" said a cold-faced teenager with an extrely pale complexion.

He has very thin eyebrows, thin lips, with a cold and an look, a trace of murderousness between his eyebrows, and an extrely arrogant attitude, dismissing Chen Feng.

This person is nad Yang Wenyao.

But beside him was a young man with a big beard. This young man with a big beard gave Chen Feng a very disdainful look, and the cold light flickered a few tis in his small eyes.

He chuckled and said, "Brother Yang, I really look forward to getting a group with Chen Feng, haha!"

"If I can compete with him on the sa stage, then I will definitely enter the next round, which is equivalent to a steady victory!"

The other person next to him also laughed and said, "Yes, I think so too."

The bearded stared his eyes and said, "Don't you want to **** !"

Then he looked at Chen Feng and yelled very contemptuously, and said, "Chen Feng, how are we going against each other? Don't worry, I will show rcy to your n and will not kill you."

"After all, a weak opponent like you is rare. I'm going to play around and then kill you."

There was a playful expression on his face, looking at Chen Feng, like a cat play mouse, full of contempt, and did not put Chen Feng in his eyes.

Chen Feng glanced at him sideways, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said lightly: "I'm also looking forward to fighting you!"

"It's arrogant!" The bearded young man snorted coldly, "If you get together with , then you will definitely die."

And the disciples who were watching around also made a burst of disdain.

"This Chen Feng has the courage to say this? None of the 31 people present can deal with it. He has one word against everyone: death!"

"Okay, shut up!" Jian Mingjun said coldly.

The scene suddenly beca quiet.

Then, Jian Mingjun said calmly: "Now the draw begins, but this draw is not for you, but for ."

As he said, a lottery appeared in his hand, and he said in a deep voice, "Wei Wuji."

Wei Wuji took a step and said, "The disciple is here."

Jian Mingjun drew one from the lottery and threw it to him.

Wei Wuji held up the jade fortune: "Number eight!"

Everyone said one after another: "He is the eighth, then the person who is facing him is the twenty-fifth! The match is the eighth ring!"

When everyone saw this number, they secretly prayed: "Don't let draw to the 25th, don't let draw to the 25th!"

The lottery continued. Jian Mingjun basically ca according to his strength. He nad them in order of strength from high to low, and then he drew a lot for them, with different numbers.

One of the silver-robed youths drew on the 25th. Suddenly, he looked like a bereaved concubine, his face seed to be smiling but not smiling, crying but not crying, his whole body was trembling, and a hint of despair appeared in his eyes.

While the others were gloating, they were relieved, thanking that they didn't have to face such a powerful opponent as Wei Wuji!

And the beard draws the fifteenth, which ans that the person against him will be the eighteenth.

Thirty people were all drawn, and the last one was Chen Feng's turn.

Jian Mingjun raised his eyelids and shouted, "Chen Feng."

Chen Feng ca out, his expression was calm at this ti, but his eyes were steaming with anger, and he quietly clenched his fists.

Because, Jian Mingjun's approach obviously also believes that Chen Feng is the lowest in strength among the thirty-two people.

A voice in Chen Feng's heart was snarling frantically: "Do you all look down on ? Do you all look down on my scrapped spirit? Do you think I am the worst?"

"Okay, wait, there are five more matches, I will slap all of you in the face, I will make all of you admire, I will let you know who is the strongest in the lower house people!"

After Chen Feng ca out, the bearded young man laughed, holding up the jade lottery in his hand and said, "No, no need to draw. He is the 18th. I just wrote down everyone’s lottery numbers. The eighteenth is empty!"

"Hahaha, Chen Feng is the 18th, he is mine!"

As he said, he was extrely excited, as if he had gotten a baby, facing everyone, laughing.

He arched his hand very politely and said, "Everyone, I should be the first of us to be sure to enter the second round? Congratulations!"

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