Jiangcheng The night is getting darker.
But it has also become extremely chaotic. The originally remote and peaceful city has become a chaotic place at this moment.
From time to time, a few roars could be heard.
"Shameless, didn't you agree to form an alliance with me?"
"Damn it, you want to take advantage of others!"
"I am Qi Tian, Qi..."
"That's a long way to go..."
Accompanied by all kinds of noises and yelling, there were also the onlookers, Image, who raised their mobile phones to take videos.
Compared with Ink City, which has always been comfortable, Jiangcheng's folk customs are more fierce.
In border cities, we have witnessed all kinds of scenes.
This kind of fight between several candidates is not worth mentioning to them.
As for the broken things, just open a ticket later and ask Ink Academy to pay for it.
It didn't cause any turmoil in their hearts.
Just like the Evil Cult invasion last year, they just An An sat quietly in the room, waiting for the incident to end.
Today's small scenes are more like a spice in the boring life.
"We can lock in two places by joining forces."
At this time, Yuan Zhong seemed to be a little short of energy. The long white hair of Shamate had also been shaved off, and she had replaced it with pink hair. She leaned against the wall, still holding a cigarette in her mouth, and said somewhat melancholy.
Obviously, this pink hairstyle represents another kind of personality.
"Huh..."
"Only the incompetent can cooperate with others!"
"But I can fight in with my own strength!"
"This is the road that belongs to me, and it is also the road that belongs to Qi Tian Great Sage!"
Qi Tian sneered and looked at Yuan Zhong with a somewhat arrogant look.
Yuan Zhong flicked the ashes of the cigarette, but choked on the smoke and coughed twice, and then pinched out the cigarette helplessly.
That melancholic aura seems a bit... nondescript at this moment.
"When Qi Tian Great Sage went to Heavenly Court..."
"There are also a few sworn brothers."
"Did you really read that book seriously?"
The look he looked at Qi Tian was a little strange, and there was a hint of helplessness.
This person...
Everything is good, Talent is strong, has enough combat experience and has toughness.
The only drawback is...
Too stupid.
Too stupid to communicate.
"Huh..."
"You don't understand me, let alone Qi Tian Great Sage."
"He... is alone after all!"
At this time, Qi Tian looked solemn, with a little loneliness in his eyes.
The energy in his body became pure again at this moment.
Yuan Zhong is confused.
He just watched helplessly as Qi Tian carried Iron Rod upside down and dragged it on the ground, even causing some sparks from the friction.
Standing on the empty street, Qi Tian raised his head slightly.
Looking at the bright moon in the sky...
"I am Qi Tian!"
"Either, don't mess with me and let me advance."
"Or, come and kill me now!"
"I'll wait for you here before dawn!"
The shouts of Qi Tian continued to echo in this quiet night.
In the dark night, pairs of eyes watched this scene silently without taking any action.
Until...
"Are you sick? I wonder what time it is?"
"There must be something wrong with this newcomer's brain!"
A cabbage was thrown out of the window and hit Qi Tian on the head, followed by the curses of a Middle-Aged Man woman.
The last second there was my invincible Qi Tian, but it suddenly withered.
Silently, he pulled the cabbage off his head and threw it to the roadside.
I took a deep breath and tried to get myself back to that state again, with sharp eyes and active energy!
That Iron Rod is even more firmly held in his hand.
"As expected..."
"This man is stupid."
At the street corner, Yuan Zhong looked at this scene, murmured to himself, lit a cigarette for himself again, took a strong drag, and continued to cough.
At this moment, in a dark corner, a person appeared sneakily behind Yuan Zhong.
The moment he coughed, the brick in his hand hit Yuan Zhong on the back of his head.
All this happened silently.
There was a muffled sound.
Yuan Zhong staggered forward two steps, looking a little dazed, shaking his head. Years of experience in street fighting had made him aware of what was going on even without looking back.
Especially the tactile feel of the tiles is more obvious.
Without enough time to deal with the dizziness in his head, Yuan Zhong rolled around on the ground and flicked the lit cigarette in his hand backwards, hoping to hit the attacker.
Sparks flew everywhere.
I could barely make out the outline of a figure.
Yuan Zhong took a deep breath, and the figure gradually became dim and disappeared in place.
"This man's head..."
"So hard."
The man holding the brick muttered to himself.
At this time, it is not a good thing to attack the Second Awakening er's Qi Tian.
On the contrary...
Yuan Zhong This guy who doesn't know how to smoke but still smokes hard is more reasonable.
And the light of fire in the dark night was too obvious.
What surprised him was that if he dropped a brick, nothing would happen to Yuan Zhong.
"What a pity."
The attacker was still holding the brick in his hand and was a little at a loss.
Until a vague figure appeared behind him.
Immediately afterwards...
There was a muffled sound.
The same brick was struck in the same place.
"Oh, Sucker Punch..."
"Not professional at all."
Yuan Zhong threw the brick on the ground with some melancholy, sighed softly, then tied up the man, stuffed him into a corner, and blocked his mouth with a sock.
Then he left slowly.
It's just that he doesn't dare to smoke anymore.
"Senior, I..."
"Where is my Dormitory?"
The little fat man knocked on Sun Wen's door. Unfortunately, there was no response in the room, and even the lights were dim.
"Did I perform too well during the day and make the seniors jealous?"
"Or, he hates people like him...,"
Wang Youcai stood in the corridor of Dormitory, looking at the moonlight outside the window and muttering to himself.
"Perhaps, starting tomorrow, I will act a little more stupid."
The little fat man's whisper kept echoing in the room.
And the other side.
Sun Wen, A Tai, Zhao Zicheng, Mu Yu, are currently standing on the top floor of the Jiangcheng tallest building, the Gold Yuanbao chain hotel, sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, drinking Red Wine, overlooking the city, by the way...
Enjoying these people's performances.
And on the wall not far away, there is a piece of Large Screen hanging.
The screen is divided into strips of Image, showing what the candidates are doing.
HD version.
"It's more comfortable to look at it this way."
Sun Wen took a sip of Red Wine and murmured to himself.
A Tai just looked at it innocently, holding a few buns in his hands, his face full of joy.
Mu Yu is still cold.
Only Zhao Zicheng has almost the same demeanor as Sun Wen.
Lean back on the chair.
"Tsk, tsk, how much surveillance did you hide in Jiangcheng?"