I Dressed as the Heir of A Billionaire Villain in the Novel

Chapter 193

The martial arts competition was officially held.

Inside the dormitory.

The TV is broadcasting the news of the West Wasteland.

"Emergency broadcast, the wild beasts in the Western Wilderness area seem to be gathering in the southeast direction. For this reason, we have contacted experts from the Western Wilderness Institute of Ferocious Beasts."

"Excuse me, what do you think is the reason for this gathering of beasts? Is there any hidden danger?"

Shen Jing put on her uniform and looked over.

The tall-headed expert on the TV was very calm: "Citizens, don't panic, the beasts are approaching the estrus period. According to the observation of our beast research institute, there are more female beasts in the southeast, while male beasts are in the southwest. This is a transfer for balance, and it belongs to the normal category of beast migration."

Shen Jing frowned, the transfer of such a large-scale beast was not right, but after thinking about it, it was not Lingzhou City, and panicked.

He looked at the mirror and combed Liu Hai all up, with a hint of coldness on his handsome face.

He raised his eyebrows, "Yinyue, are you okay inside?"

Yinyue was in the storage space at this time, she was lying on the bed, watching TV and eating snacks, when she heard Shen Jing's voice, her silver hair moved her ears and squinted happily.

"Master, I'm fine inside, don't worry about me."

Since the end of the day with the master, because Yinyue has just finished leveling up and contains the powerful energy of the master in her body, Yinyue has been lying on the bed for two days to recover.

Thinking of this, Yinyue felt shy again, but she was really happy with her master, especially that night.

"Ah ah ah." Yin Yue shook her head desperately, and rubbed her face desperately with her little hand, "I don't know shame, I don't know shame!"

In the past two days, Yinyue is recovering, so Shen Jing did not embarrass her. Every time she goes out, Yinyue crawled into the space obediently, so Yinyue is more used to it.

Shen Jing opened the door.

Feng Yuling and the others were chatting at the door, and when they saw the door open, they all looked at Shen Jing.

Shen Jing took advantage of the situation and copied it into his trouser pocket, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

Several people quickly followed and cheered each other up.

Every three years, the martial arts competition is kicking off nervously.

Countless media drones are recording overhead.

Viewed from above, a super big arena is arranged on a high mountain.

A news reporter holding a microphone on a live broadcast.

"This year's martial arts competition will be held as usual. This year's voice is Murong Hang, the leader of the First Academy, and the young son of the Murong family of the First Family of Xihuang."

"It is undeniable that Murong Hang is the most capable person among all the students in this conference. At the age of 18, he has already stepped into the Seventh Grade Grandmaster, and has accomplished countless things that adults can't do."

As soon as the reporter finished speaking, there was a burst of screams from the scene.

"Murong Hang! Murong Hang ah ah ah!"

"Young Master Murong, please look at me!"

"Murong Hang will win! The First Academy will win!"

Murong Hang led the team into the arena, he walked to the auditorium and smiled at his fans, causing another burst of screams.

When the reporter saw it, he hurried forward with the microphone, and asked with a smile, "Master Murong, do you have a lot of confidence in this competition?"

Murong Hang looked at the camera with a decent smile on his face. He nodded and replied, "Of course, our team's overall strength is the strongest."

The reporter asked again: "In addition to your high voice this time, there is also Shen Jing, a talented young man in southern China. Do you think you have the heart to defeat him?"

Murong Hang's smile gradually faded, but he didn't speak.

The reporter was pushed by the camera next to her, and she realized that she had said something wrong, so she quickly forced a smile and asked again.

"Of course, Young Master Murong will definitely not lose to someone who has not entered the battle rankings, so is Young Master Murong's determination to win this match?"

The National Martial Arts Combat Strength Ranking is a combat strength list compiled by a voluntary organization. Every region has an organization. As long as the organization has tested the combat effectiveness of the martial artist, it will be ranked according to his strength.

Murong Hang smiled again, he looked at Bai Yihe behind him, "Yihe told them that we are sure of this match."

Bai Yihe has short hair, she pushed the glasses on her face, and a flash of light flashed.

"Our Murong team is invincible."

Murong Hang smiled with satisfaction: "So, you don't need to ask us about our determination for the competition, because we have already predicted the winner of this competition, and the champion is in my pocket..."

"Snapped!"

Murong Hang was hit by a stone in the head, he was about to turn his head, and a huge force crushed him to the ground. After Murong Hang fell, he immediately stood up, his face turned cold, and he turned his head, "Who hit him? Stone."

Shen Jing walked in the front with both hands in his pockets, followed by Feng Yuling, Mengtong, Cheng Puze, and Li Qingkuai in turn.

The expressions of several people were indifferent, but because of Shen Jing, their aura was soaring.

A few people were about to pass by when Murong Hang stopped Shen Jing and asked with a dark face, "Did you throw the stone?"

Shen Jing smiled coldly: "Which eye did you see?"

Murong Hang said coldly, "Brother Shen, you'd better explain it truthfully, otherwise I will investigate and monitor after the incident, and it will be difficult to explain whoever catches it."

Shen Jing glanced at him indifferently, with a dignified look, looked away, and left.

"If you have the ability, you can find out."

Ren Feiyu asked several people, "Boss, are you okay?"

Murong Hang gritted his teeth, and just for a moment, he felt a strong coercion, the coercion strength was definitely higher than that of the Great Grandmaster, which made him shudder. But this coercion was definitely not Shen Jing's. .

Thinking of this, Murong Hang glanced at the auditorium. Could it be that someone from a high level is secretly congratulating Shen Jing?

But what if someone helps, there is no one in the ring who can help.

Murong Hang clapped the sand on his hands because he had just fallen, and snorted coldly, "Be proud of it now, and you'll feel better when you get to the ring!"