~： 293. I don't want to be a supporting character

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On the stage of the competition, many Soul Masters of the Department of Healing caught up and provided emergency treatment for the members of the Xiangjia Academy who fainted.

With a smile on his lips, Snow Night Great Emperor raised his one-footed cup and took a sip of red wine. He did not retain the departure of the Xiangjia Sect Master Hu Yanzhen. His eyes turned to Ning Fengzhi, saying:

"This young man Yang Ming is very interesting, and the Shrek Academy where he lives is also very interesting. Sect Master Ning, I heard that you know Yang Ming very well, you know who Yang Ming is, and who is sacred to teach such a great disciple. ?"

Faced with the inquiry of the Snowy Night Emperor, Ning Fengzhi did not dare to be indifferent. He slightly arched his hand and said:

"Your Majesty, I heard the young girl Rong Rong said that although Yang Ming was at Shrek College, all his income was obtained through hard work. If there is anyone who can guide Yang Ming, there is really one, that is Flander, the dean of Shrek College."

Speaking of this, Ning Fengzhi gave a slight tone of voice, and looked at the snow night emperor with the afterglow of his eyes. When he saw his eyes contemplative and wanted to continue listening, he continued:

"Your Majesty your experience, you must have heard of the golden iron triangle that was a short-lived twenty years ago, and they can be described as the limelight by virtue of their one-handed martial fusion technology, and this Flander is the flying one in the golden iron triangle. In the corner, Shrek College is the college founded by the three of them."

"Interesting." Snow Night Emperor came to reassure him. This was the good news he had received since the death of the avalanche prince. He drank the remaining red wine in the one-leg glass at once, and said, "Sect Master Ning, if you have time, you will take Yang Ming. A trip to the palace, I am very interested in the growth of this talented boy."

"Comply."

Ning Fengzhi froze for a moment, then quickly saluted.

Snow Night Emperor still did not show too obvious an attitude, but Ning Feng caused a deep discussion about the character of Snow Night Emperor, knowing that he must have tilted in his heart, and wanted to vigorously draw Yang Ming, a peerless genius, to stand on the side of the Tiandou Empire.

A gleam of light flashed through the decayed eyes of Bishop Saras, who quickly closed his eyes again, and seemed to enter a state of closed eyes and nostalgia again. He said nothing.

During their conversation, the unconscious team members of Xiangjia Academy were rescued one by one.

In accordance with the rules and etiquette of the contest, the two sides re-arranged to salute the other.

Hu Yanli's eyes were still fierce, staring at Yang Ming with resentment and urging the air:

"Yang Ming, I remember you. Next time, we will be careful about your illusions and black inflammation. If we have another chance to meet on the field, we will let you know how powerful our Xiangjia Academy is!"

Yang Ming didn't care, and said lightly:

"No matter how many times you come, the result is the same."

Yang Ming was very angry. Seven of Hu Yanli's faces were flushed, and Shrek College couldn't help but laugh.

At the end of the game, the audience had completely boiled. At the beginning, only a few people shouted Yang Ming’s name, but like lit up the lead, more and more people shouted, when Yang Ming When he led the crowd down the stage, the audience had even forgotten that there were still a few games that were not over, and there was a wave of chanting Yang Ming in the entire grandstand.

"Yang Ming! Yang Ming!"

"Yang Ming! Yang Ming! Yang Ming!"

"..."

The swells overshadowed the waves and almost shook the ceiling.

The vast majority of viewers are not Soul Masters. It is the so-called layman watching lively, expert looking at the doorway, Yang Ming brought them the most concise and powerful game, there is no meaning of procrastination, saying that there is only one move, simply Ending the game neatly makes people feel a different kind of beauty.

What's more, the huge gap between the two sides originally allowed the audience to see Yang Ming's side as the weak side, but the result of the game came a shocking reversal, leaving the audience a very deep impression , So that the enthusiasm of the audience continued.

As for the other players on the stage, their faces were bitter at the moment, a bit bitter.

Because at this moment, no matter how hard they exert their soul skills to deal with their opponents, no audience's eyes are on them. All eyes are on the back of Yang Ming, who seems to be the only protagonist today. Others People are just used to set off his background board.

In fact, not only the players of other teams feel bitter, but also the other members of Shrek Academy.

Looking at Yang Ming alone is enough to be worthy of a team. The four substitute members of Tailong are already not familiar with Yang Ming. At this time, they feel that they have no sense of presence in the team, and they are all used to count the water words. , Said sadly.

The four of Tailong stared at Yang Ming's back in a daze for a while, a little dazed.

Oscar is no different. Anyway, he is used to the surprise brought by Yang Ming, and he is used to being a little transparent in the team. He can understand the feelings of Tyrone four.

After all, it’s good to say anything. Before the Blue Bull College changed its name to Shrek College, the four Tyrones had originally worked hard for this competition for many years. They thought they could show their fists in the competition. Individuals will find it uncomfortable.

Oscar gently patted the shoulders of the four Tyrones, making them recover, and said softly:

"Don't be stunned, Yang Ming won. You should be happy. After all, it's good anyway. Yang Ming represents Shrek Academy. He won. We can also put gold on our faces and go out to have face."

This is the reason Tyron still whispered:

"But, I really want to join the fight."

Oscar rolled his eyes and said:

"Then do you think you are comparable to Yang Ming?"

Hearing the words, Tyrone couldn't help but think of Yang Ming's experience of using one finger and his fingertips with a three-inch sword to almost wipe his throat. Cold sweat unconsciously came out, and he couldn't hold any words of dissatisfaction.

"I can't say anything." Oscar added a bit of strength to Tyron's shoulder this time, and said seriously: "Yang Ming is an eagle flying in the sky, you are just frogs in the bottom of the well, you want to open it, Don’t be so entangled, just try to keep up with Mr. Yang’s footsteps. Anyway, with Mr. Yang’s style, if he eats meat, he will definitely leave us hot."

When the four of Tailong thought that Oscar and others had previously received the elixir granted by Yang Ming, their strength gradually increased and they broke through Soul Venerate to reach the Soul Sect level. They felt that Oscar was indeed reasonable and did not speak anymore.

Aside, Zhu Zhuqing looked at this scene with cold eyes, his nostrils snorted gently, and quickly accelerated a little on his feet to keep up with Yang Ming's speed.

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