Awakening of the Heavens: Unlock the Whitebeard template at the beginning

Chapter 34 Maybe She Was Careless



Ye Xiaoxue stared blankly at Su Mo in the center of the field.

Is this something that humans can do?

Want to blow up this beautiful girl Feiyan? !

Don't you think it's a pity if you really beat him up?

For a moment, Ye Xiaoxue was stunned.

But at this time, the scene, following Su Mo's first appearance, was already full of excitement and discussions.

"Good guy! This Su Mo is actually the first to appear, and the opponent is still a goddess-level beauty, envy!"

"Are you envious of your hammer? This is a competition, and my apprentice Su Mo will definitely not show mercy!"

"Your junior Su Mo? You're a girl fan, how disgusting!"

"Tch, I'm not as handsome as Junior Su Mo, nor as talented as Junior Su Mo, if you don't work hard, you will feel sore, you are even more disgusting!"

"you!"

……

The auditorium was full of noise, in the middle of the field.

Murong Zi and Su Mo faced each other from afar.

The girl's face was cold, she looked at Su Mo, and suddenly said, "I will break the ancestor's record again!"

The voice was cold, revealing a touch of confidence.

Looking at Murong Zi, Su Mo just smiled lightly and said, "Then you go on."

To be honest, he was actually disgusted by the character of the woman in front of him.

There are also different types of cold.

Shangguan Feiyan's coldness is just instinctive coldness, but if the two get along, they can find that she actually has warmth.

And Murong Zi's coldness is deliberate coldness, and there is always a superior indifference towards people and things.

For such coldness, Su Mo just wanted to say, crawl for the master!

Seeing Su Mo like this, Murong Zi frowned: "Do you think I can't do it?"

"..."

Su Mo was speechless.

This woman is not only disgustingly cold, but also has obsessive-compulsive disorder?
Helpless, he could only raise his middle finger: "Come."

If you don't fight, this woman may still be able to talk.

"Absolute zero!"

On the opposite side, Murong Zi's eyes flashed with sullenness, and she let out a low shout.

Streams of cold air suddenly rose from his body, and then lavender ice emerged.

The temperature of the surrounding four or five meters also instantly dropped to an extremely terrifying level.

Even at a distance of nearly thirty meters from her, Su Mo could see traces of purple ice floating in the space near the girl.

The students and teachers watching through the 4D live broadcast also saw this scene under the subtle shooting.

"Looking at the introduction information, this junior is actually the great-granddaughter of Senior Murong! And her Absolute Zero is an S-level ice-type variant, and her cultivation has reached the level of a four-star, the girl of heaven! But Su Mo seems to be a black iron six-star, and I don't know if he can beat it."

"S-level elemental variable type ability, although Su Mo is a special type, but I don't know what it is yet, maybe Murong Xuemei can surpass it?"

"Are you thinking about farts? She is a genius, but my junior is not a genius? Bai won the 880 eighth streak?"

"This little sister, so proud and indifferent, will definitely lose to Junior Su Mo!"

"I'm a man, and I also think my junior can win!"

……

For a moment, the barrage seemed to be sent out without money, and they were all analyzing the winning rate of Su and Mo.

Among them, most of the male seniors have turned into lower body creatures, and they all agree that Murong Zi can win, after all, she is a genius and beautiful girl.

Only a few sane ones, including Su Mo's Yan Fan senior sisters, desperately sent out the barrage that Su Mo will win.

In the audience at the scene.

The young man with disdainful eyes glanced at the beautiful woman beside him: "What do you think?"

The beautiful woman rolled her eyes: "Hmph! You know it well and still ask me."

"Yeah... 880 eight consecutive victories, how difficult it is."

……

Center of the venue.

"Congeal!"

Murong Zijiao yelled, and saw a large amount of purple cold air under the command of her jade hand, condensed into streaks of ice and shot towards Su Mo. At the same time, a blue alloy long sword appeared in her hand out of thin air, and then she used her body skills to kill quickly.

shhhhhh…

The six icicles, wherever they passed, the air was frozen by the terrifying cold into ice slags, which fell to the ground.

Murong Zi was walking on lotus steps, her beautiful eyes were icy cold, and she followed behind gracefully, with the long sword in her hand showing the tendency of piercing straight.

to the near.

Su Mo looked at the approaching attack and shook his head: "Weak, too weak."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and a white halo emerged, swat out like a fly.

click~

There was a strange shattering sound, and the place where it was slapped was like a piece of glass breaking, and fine cracks spread out, and then spread.

The six icicles seemed to hit the invisible wall of space, and stopped immediately.

Along with Murong Zi who stabbed behind her, the sharp sword tip was also frozen, and her pretty face showed doubts.

next moment.

hum!
A shocking force of extreme breath recoiled back.

"This…"

Murong Zi's complexion changed suddenly, and he wanted to retreat, but this thought just came along with the long sword.

He was thrown out by the shock, and he was in mid-air. The dress on his tender body was stained with blood in many places, and he was severely injured on the spot.

boom!
Falling to the ground, the girl was terrified and puzzled, trying to get up stubbornly.

But after holding on for a moment, the jade hand tilted, and she passed out directly.

quiet!
Deadly still!
In the spectator seats, everyone was stunned, and a needle could be heard.

What the hell?

It hasn't started yet, is this the end? !

Murong Zi, the proud girl of heaven, was instantly killed?

Even some viewers who were certain that Su Mo would win were confused.

In the end, they guessed it, but the process was so... so exciting!
That understatement, that casual slap, that weird burst of space.

Let everyone's hairs explode, and their hearts are extremely shocked.

"The...first match, Su Mo wins!"

Teacher Zhuang at the side didn't expect that the result would be so fast, so he announced loudly.

on site.

There was a burst of warm applause immediately, and it was the seniors and sisters who supported Su Mo.

"Su Mo is amazing!"

"Damn it! The moment of blooming just now made my hairs explode. Isn't this ability of Junior Brother Su too terrifying?!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Sisters, I'm wet... woo woo woo, the junior's understatement just now is so handsome!"

……

At this moment, Ye Xiaoxue turned her head to look at Shangguan Feiyan, swallowed her saliva and said, "Feiyan, you are right, this stinky schoolboy will not show mercy when he beats a woman. That little girl Murong might be sent to the infirmary for a week."

Shangguan Feiyan nodded in agreement.

During the sparring yesterday, if I hadn't barely blocked that punch, would it be the same?
This junior in our family seems to be a little bit unsympathetic.

……

"Student Su, it's a bit hard to hit."

At this moment, Mr. Zhuang looked at Su Mo with a headache on his face: "Student Murong will not be able to compete right now."

Su Mo spared his head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, teacher. I know that I have a high level, but I have already taken away most of my strength. It's just that Murong...may be careless."

He was really not serious just now!

The strength of the black iron six-star is against the black iron four-star Murong Zi, Su Mo only uses the two-star spiritual energy to stimulate the shock.

Even physical power, armed color and other powers are useless.

This can be seen from his casual look just now, as if he was swatting a fly.

But even so, the chick flew out anyway, and it...wasn't his fault.


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