No, not right.
If the squad leader of the Devil's Squad is really a master, he won't be assigned to the Devil's Squad.
According to the current situation.
If the class of demons sends the students with the best aptitude and the highest profound rank to compete on stage.
There is still a 20% possibility of defeating the first class of Gaoxuan.
After all, the students of Demon Class can't fight, but they can still run!
Even if Class 1 of Low Xuan already knew the tricks of the students of Demon Class.
But if you can't escape the class of demons, don't you have to fall into a routine in the end
Therefore, the onlookers have identified.
The ten students sent by the Demon Class are all the strongest students in the Demon Class.
Reminds me of the scene where the students of Demon Class fought against Class 2 of Low Xuan.
If this is the strongest student...
The class of demons... really is a well-deserved trash class.
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The cloud announced the start of the game.
Two classes, ten students walked from the waiting area to the ring.
In Class 1 of Low Xuan, ten students left with a high spirited attitude.
In the class of demons, ten students are lazy and carefree.
Such a comparison, how do you look at it.
This match is like a match between Class 1 of Low Xuan and Class 1 of Ending Demon Torture.
Is it possible...
Can the Devil's Class come up with other insidious tricks
Stand up straight and salute each other.
The squad leader of Class 1 of Low Xuan personally participated in the competition. After seeing the fragile-looking girl standing opposite him, the expression on his face added a bit of complacency.
They were in Class 1 of Low Xuan, and they were finally able to fight against each other in this class, and turned around again!
"Little beauty, don't worry, my brother will definitely let you leave this ring without pain, and the battle will be won quickly, and you will not be hurt."
The students in Class 1 of Low Xuan laughed out loud when they heard the class monitor's teasing words.
Smiling contemptuously, just like before, the Demon Class was ridiculed by the Second Class of Low Xuan.
Ni Ruopan picked out his ears, straightened his thin body, and snorted softly: "I'm really sorry, my sister will definitely let you leave this ring in pain and torture you slowly!"
"Hahahaha... Did you hear that? This little beauty said she wanted to torture us, hahaha..."
The class monitor turned his head, looked at the students around him, pointed at Ni Ruopan with one hand, and burst out laughing.
The students in Class 1 of Low Xuan burst into laughter.
They held their stomachs one by one, laughing so hard that they couldn't straighten their waists: "The trash in the trash class, who can't even use ordinary profound energy attacks, why are they participating in class confrontation competitions and saying they want to torture us?"
"Little beauty, don't say that my brothers don't know how to be sympathetic and cherish jade. My brothers promise to love you very much."
As they spoke, the words of those students in Class 1 of the Lower Xuan became extremely obscene.
Around the arena, the enchantment masters sent by the main academy formed an enchantment to prevent the students from failing to control the competition and hurting the onlookers.
Their voices are not small.
The onlookers could not hear clearly.
All I know is that the two classes are talking harshly to each other at this time.
However, the dean and the general hospital can hear clearly.
The filthy words of the first class of Dixuan made the dean's brows tightly knit into a ball.
Then look at the position of the chief elder.
The expressions of the four elders were the same.
But the white brow furrowed visibly.
They have always been highly respected, and they also met some gentle and polite people in front of them.
How could the four chief elders remain indifferent to the words of Class 1 of Dixuan
The dean is restless.
Just as he was about to stand up, he scolded Dixuan's group of unbearable abuse.
But a scream was heard.
Then I saw the monitor of Class 1 of Dixuan holding his hand in pain, half kneeling on the ground...