"These are the rules. These people have said they want to challenge you, so they cannot be changed."
Just now Song Ye used the rules as an excuse to get dismissed, but now he was pushed back by the opponent using the rules. He was really defeated.
No way, she could only deal with it one by one.
Although these disciples were not very capable and were wary of Song Ye, and were timid when fighting, a battle involving hundreds of people would kill even the toughest men.
Three hours later, it was already past one in the afternoon. Song Ye was facing the challenge of the 100th player. The sweat on his forehead had already wet his back, and his physical strength was obviously insufficient.
She raised her head and glanced at Xinyue, and saw that the other party was completely watching the show. She understood that the other party would not lend a helping hand, so she did not waste any energy in asking her for help.
I thought to myself that the Ye family's training was really rigorous to the extreme, and the wheel battle would consume people until they fell.
It happened that she was also a militant. She wiped the sweat from her head, moved her steps, and rushed out again.
In fact, this time, she was really tricked by Xinyue.
Xinyue on the steps seemed to be drinking tea leisurely, but in fact, she was paying attention to the situation in the audience, counting the number of people challenging her while secretly feeling scared.
In the past, newcomers would only be able to deal with a dozen or twenty of them before they lay down after being thrown into a battle. This Song Ye actually had to deal with a hundred of them.
Xinyue knew from Song Ye's move just now that her strength was good, but this good limit, as time went by, broke her bottom line again and again.
One hundred and one, one hundred and two, one hundred and three... The girl's slender figure is like a machine that never knows how tired it is. Even if it is extremely tired, it will remain silent. Her eyes are deep and steady, as long as it doesn't fall down. , just keep fighting.
At this moment, the only evaluation Xinyue can give is the word monster.
Monster-like physical strength and monster-like willpower look so different from the little figure in my memory...
Maybe she was so absorbed in thinking that she was careless. It wasn't until Song Ye ran out of energy and was knocked out by a punch that she secretly said something bad, got up and was about to roll up a hurricane to catch her.
But before she could take action, another figure barged in very quickly from outside the courtyard.
Everyone felt the sound of wind passing by their ears, and then a man dressed in black caught the girl who fell in mid-air.
The owner of the black clothes is obviously not a disciple of the disciple hall, because the black gold thread pattern embroidered on the satin on the back is different from the disciple's clothing, and the huge Luo family font in the middle makes the identity of the visitor obvious.
Qin Zhan.
This man who once stayed at the top of the Ye family disciple hall for more than a month and was regarded as the target of dinner by all the female disciples has now become the young master of the Luo family and has reached a height that they cannot reach.
When he appeared again, he was still just standing there quietly, standing out from the crowd. The cold and hard aura all over his body was so powerful that it was scary. After removing the disguise, his facial features that had changed slightly became sharper and stiffer, and he became more and more like an oriental man.
The female disciples who had been alone in the empty boudoir for a long time all wanted to fall into his arms one after another when they saw such a high-quality man.
It's a pity that the man's arms have long been occupied by someone else, and the person occupying this advantageous position is an extremely ugly little girl.
Gululu, this scene is just like a handsome guy and a beast, and the female disciples couldn't help but feel sour in their hearts.
"Train well, do you have to kill someone?" Qin Zhan held the fainting girl with her eyes closed in his arms, his eyes coldly swept over everyone in the courtyard, and the cold air on his body was released in a whoosh.
Everyone shivered suddenly and lowered their heads subconsciously.
Xinyue took a few steps and came down the steps. When she saw the unconscious girl's face turned white with sweat, she immediately regretted it, "Hey, young master of the Luo family, give me this person quickly. This is my negligence. I originally wanted to test her limits, but how could I know that this girl is so desperate?"
In fact, it was because she had tricked someone just now, and she was distracted, that something went wrong.
So in Qin Zhan's cold expression, the words became clearer the more he spoke.
Qin Zhan glanced at her seriously, and the air-conditioning almost froze her for a moment, and then he walked directly to the side room with the person in his arms.
The subordinates of the Luo family hurried over and saw their young master walking into the side room with a girl in his arms. Then the door slammed shut. Several people looked at each other, not knowing whether to knock on the door or knock on the door. Help disperse the onlookers.
Not to mention they were dumbfounded, even the Ye family disciples and Xinyue were stunned.
After reacting for a long time, Xinyue was excited and reached out to grab a female disciple, "Tell me, is the scandal between Song Ling and the young master of the Luo family true?"
"I... I don't know either." The female disciple also wanted to cry. She had just suffered a lovelorn, and her glass heart had been ravaged again at this moment. She was about to cry without tears.
Xinyue let go of her, grinding her back molars, and decided to wait for Song Ye to come out later, and she must ask clearly.
But who knew, the wait would last nearly an hour.
Could it be that Song Ye was so tired that he fell into a deep coma? In fact, no, when Qin Zhan entered the house and closed the door, he already realized that the girl in his arms was pretending.
"Are you so afraid of people exposing our relationship?" A certain elder brother who was very tall just now immediately overturned the jealousy as soon as he closed the door, his tone was gloomy and dissatisfied.
Song Ye opened his eyes in his arms and met the other person's deep eyes. He felt guilty for a moment and quickly got out of his arms and changed the subject, "Why are you here?" I didn't hear that he was coming to Ye last night. Home.
Qin Zhan stretched out his hand to clasp her hand to prevent anyone from moving, and blew into her ear, "Come here to get something, and pay a visit to the head of the Ye family. What about you, you are here fighting for your life in broad daylight, okay?"
Specifically emphasizing the pronunciation of the word "desperate", Qin Zhan raised his tone at the end, and his magnetic voice crawled into Song Ye's heart.
"No, I did that palm fly out on purpose." The latter's ears turned red and he ducked uncomfortably while explaining. She was not stupid and would not really fight to the death with hundreds of people, so she took advantage of Xinyue's inattention and pretended to be hit and flew out.
Later, she was accidentally bumped into by Qin Zhan. In order to prevent the man from losing control and avenging her at the wrong time, she could only pretend to be unconscious.
Unfortunately, the man was too shrewd, and he found out halfway through that she was not breathing properly.
"You know your physical condition but you still make yourself so tired." How could Qin Zhan not guess that she was bellicose? Otherwise, with her mind, there would be a hundred ways to avoid these competitions, so she is so angry now. .
Song Ye's brows jumped, knowing that things couldn't be easy today, so he could only lean forward, resting on the man's Yuexiong accent, lowered his voice, and called: "Brother."