After hearing what the teacher Qiuxue said, Xiong Batian and others were silent. Indeed, as the teacher said, even if all of them were eliminated, none of them would be able to enter the top sixteen, which is not a strange thing. In fact, Tianshuicheng Ninety-Five Middle School has been able to enter the top 16 over the years, and there are only a handful of them. Basically, they went to that place to serve as a foil, and returned after going through the scene. As for the school, they didn't expect much from them. Ten minutes later, the bus quickly arrived in a huge open space in front of the Tianshui City Gymnasium. At this time, many buses had stopped on the open space. One by one, the top students from various universities and middle schools all walked out of the bus and gathered on the square. Two or three thousand people came at once, which was very spectacular. Under the leadership of Qiuxue teacher, Xia Pingping quickly walked off the bus and came to the area of his school, temporarily lining up, waiting for the start of the game. "Look, people from Zhengde Middle School and Xinbo Middle School are here." a student shouted. Everyone looked at it, and immediately two magnificent buses drove up from the entrance, two stories high, and they knew it was a local tyrant bus. The surface seemed to be gilded, and the eyes flashed blindly. "Tsk tsk, it's worthy of the famous aristocratic school in Tianshui City. It really is a very local tyrant." A student exclaimed in admiration, looking at such a bus with envy and jealousy. Both schools are well-known aristocratic schools and belong to sister schools, but the Xinbo School is even more famous, and all the powerful and businessmen in Tianshui City will go to such schools. Although Zhengde Middle School is also a bit famous, it is not much worse than Xinbo School. If you have to compare it, one is a local tyrant and the other is a nobleman. Whoosh whoosh! ! ! One by one, the students got off the golden bus, all of them looked like chicken-blooded roosters. They raised their heads with their eyes higher than the top, as if not paying attention to the students at the scene. Every piece of clothing they wear is carefully made by hand, personally customized, using expensive monster skins, polymer materials, etc., warm in winter and cool in summer, and have a certain degree of protection. Needless to say, everyone understands that every piece of clothing above is very valuable, at least thousands of federal coins, and some are even worth tens of thousands. Ordinary people can only look up and sigh. "It's really annoying to compare people. We can't compare with those local tyrant schools at all." "Looking at their qi and blood is very strong, each of them has at least the cultivation base of the seventh heaven and the eighth heaven." "It can't be compared. Ah, people are all monster meat. They are served by pill for cultivation. They also use various advanced instruments, various famous teachers to guide, and open small stoves. As time goes by, the gap can be bigger." "It seems that we are here this time. It’s just a foil. They were eliminated before they even came in.” Many students were talking about it. Seeing people from these two noble schools appeared, they were all hit hard. They were all ordinary schools and ordinary people. A family with a monthly income of over 10,000 is considered a good family. But as for those in the noble school, they can only eat tens of thousands a month. How can they compare? ! However, Xiong Batian and others discovered that the students from these two schools didn't seem to go to the area where they were. Instead, they brought a large number of people to them. The head was a 195-meter tall man from Xinbo Middle School who was extremely fat and dressed in a black suit. Han Shan and other Zhengde Middle School students nodded and bowed like doglegs, following the people in Xinbo Middle School. Behind. A group of people came in mighty. "Xia Ping, did you provoke the people from Xinbo Middle School again?" Seeing these people coming here with an unkind look, it didn't look like they were coming to make friends. It was almost intimidating. Jiang Yaru couldn't help but stare at Xia Ping. . Xia Ping also touched his chin: "No, you know, I am very low-key." Low-key fart! Xiong Batian and the others looked at Xia Ping with contempt. If you bastard is still called low-key, there will be no high-profile people in the world. Who doesn’t know that you are always causing trouble, small things and big things. Out of control, the god of plague in the legend says that this is the kind of person. They have all experienced how good this bastard is. "Your kid is Xia Ping?!" At this time, the fat man in a suit brought a group of people to Xia Ping. Relying on his height of 1.95 meters, he looked down at Xia Ping with a very proud face. And Han Shan and others are standing behind these people from Xinbo Middle School, with a gloating look on their faces. "I heard that your kid is very arrogant in Pingming Middle School, making trouble everywhere, even people in Zhengde Middle School dare to make trouble, is there such a thing?" The fat man in the suit stared at Xia Ping, his tone extremely arrogant, as if the leader was questioning his subordinates. of. "Fatty, I know you very well?" Xia Ping glanced sideways. What? ! Hearing this, the people at Xinbo Middle School and Zhengde Middle School were all dumbfounded. Everyone was dumbfounded. Who didn't know that this fat man in a suit was the most taboo from calling him fat, and no one had ever dared to call him this way in person. Everyone who called him this way, without exception, died miserably. Obviously, the fat man in the suit was half black, and his heart was brewing anger, staring at Xia Ping. "Boy, you don't know what politeness is, who is called Fatty? How dare to speak to Feng Hetang like this, believe it or not, I will smoke you!" A student from Xinbo Middle School immediately jumped out and yelled at Xia Ping. Han Shan also jumped out and yelled: "Xia Ping, you are too much, you dare to speak to Brother Feng Hetang like this, so don't hurry up and apologize to him and beg for forgiveness." "Otherwise, Brother Feng gets angry and you eat. Can't walk around!" He looked like a dogleg, loyal to protect the Lord. "No, this fat guy is the famous Feng Hetang from Xinbo Middle School?! It is said that he is already a master of the martial arts Nine Heavens, extremely powerful and talented. I didn't expect to be so fat?!" One student was shocked, and seemed to have heard of the other's reputation. "Shut up!" A companion next to him stubbornly covered the student's mouth, his face panicked: "You know he is Feng Hetang from Xinbo Middle School, so you dare to call him fat in person, do you want to die?" "Someone was there before. He called him fat like that, but his ribs were broken. He wailed in the hospital for a month and no doctor dared to save him." The student was scared to death: "Is Feng Hetang so powerful?" "Of course it's amazing. "The companion whispered, "His father is a member of Tianshui City. He is so powerful, who dares to provoke him." Senator? ! Everyone was shocked and looked at this fat man Feng Hetang in horror. This is an official position with real power, a government official, with overwhelming power, equivalent to a former member of the municipal party committee of a prefecture-level city in China, with real power. If this is not understood, then there are only nine such members in the entire Tianshui City, and Feng Hetang's father is one of them. One can imagine the horror of the other party.