Chapter 421 (2/2)
”Let them win the championship this time, not next time!”
”But... Doesn't that mean they gave it to us?”
Crouching trough, why are you so troublesome!
Wang Jian was very tired. After clearing up his mood, he flashed a flash of light in his mind and said, ”next time, you can take part in two elite competitions of the whole mainland senior soul teachers college. Isn't that OK then?”
”At that time, mubai was already an old man, and the stage belonged to your young people!”
Not far away, Dai mubai's mouth was twitching.
Ten years later, I'm only in my twenties. How can I be an old man?!
Dean, even if you cheat, you have to rely on it, and don't take me as an example of preaching.
On the other side, Wang Jian said, and suddenly picked his eyebrows, as if thinking of something, showing a thoughtful look.
Then again, it will be at least ten years after the two competitions. Will there be an elite competition of senior soul Teachers College in mainland China in ten years?
I'm afraid by that time, the whole continent will have undergone earth shaking changes.
Thinking of this, Wang Jian can't help sighing, but he doesn't want to hear Peng fan's tangled voice again.
”But... Without big brother mubai, their competition will be boring. Five years later, none of them can play.”
Wang Jian
The next second, he sped up his pace and left, not wanting to talk to Peng fanduo.
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At the same time, the hotel of Tianxing soul teacher college.
The master is studying the last opponents. There is a lot of information on the desk. He is cursing his brows and painting on a piece of paper.
”You still like to do these things as before.”
Suddenly, behind him, a voice with a complex tone sounded, with some bitterness, some pain, and a touch of deep love.
The pen in the master's hand stopped. Even after so many years, he could still recognize the owner of the voice.
His voice was calm, but the hand holding the pen was shaking.
”What can I do for you?”
Bibidong is looking at his back quietly behind the master. The master is obviously much older than before, and even his back has become a little rickety. The aging speed of the master with low soul power is not much slower than that of ordinary people.
Bibidong could hear that the man in front of her was escaping something, which made her SIP her lips. There was some hatred and pain in her eyes.
There was a long silence in the room.
Just when the master thought that bibidong had already left, her voice came from behind again. This time, her voice was indifferent and had such a high taste.
As if, this is the attitude that the Pope of the temple of martial spirits should have!
”Tang San, who is it?”
The pupil of the master suddenly shrank.
How did she know that?!