Just when everyone's heart was raised to their throats, afraid that he would fall and lose the game, and lose to Chu Zihong.

He really fell down, he lost.

With a "dang", the bell rang and the referee announced that Chu Zihong won.

The lost disciple looked at Chu Zihong with a reluctance, and finally turned around and left.

He was unwilling to give up, but he didn't even dare to scold him.

After all, Chu Zihong is the crown prince of a country.

There is really no fairness in this world, sometimes origin almost determines everything.

Just like Chu Zihong, he was obviously a fool, but he was piled up by all kinds of good things and became a person he could not beat.

Chu Zihong withdrew his sword, showed a smug smile on his face, and turned around and jumped off the competition stage.

"Oh, the ones who are in the same group with him are going to be unlucky. His spiritual weapon is completely unsolvable!"

"More than that, the new disciples of the whole term are in trouble. It is not difficult to get the first place when he looks like this, it is not difficult to get the first place, it just makes people feel depressed!"

"I can't see the hope of Dongchen Kingdom in him."

The people watching were talking, and the judges in the stands looked at each other, but there was no way.

If you allow Xinxian’s spiritual sword, you can’t ban Chu Zihong’s spiritual weapon now, right?

After all, spiritual weapons are also part of their strength. What’s more important is that he is the prince, so he still has to give him some face.

After Chu Zihong came down, several groups of disciples went up to compete.

Almost half an hour later, it was finally Xinxian's turn, and her opponent was Chu Zihong.

The two stood on the competition stage, and before they started or spoke, the smell of gunpowder between them was already very strong.

Especially Chu Zihong's glaring at Xinxian, his fists were clenched, almost wishing to peel off Xinxian's skin!

"You shameless fool, you snatched my spiritual sword and my white tiger. Today, I will make you cry and beg for your return with both hands!"

Faced with Chu Zihong's hatred and provocation, Xinxin just said "Oh" lightly.

Xinxian was very calm and there was no turmoil on her face, but the onlookers outside the competition stage began to shake their heads and regret for her.

"Is the prince going to take the opportunity to take revenge? The little fool is so pitiful!"

"At a time when I hope the little fool won, although this is impossible."

"I hope the little fool will not be beaten too badly in a while."

"Is General Ling here? Will someone carry her down later?"

Listening to the regrets of the people below, Xinxian didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Before, everyone looked down on her fool, but now her approval rating is so much higher, all thanks to Chu Zihong!

"Come on! Death!" Chu Zihong shouted angrily, waved the long sword in his hand, and slashed towards Xinxin.

Heartstrings and toes jumped a little and avoided his sword.

At this moment, Chu Zihong took out a box, and he reached out and pulled the thread next to the box.

"Swoosh swish swish..."

Countless silver needles shot towards the direction of the heartstrings like cow hair, densely packed, and there was no place to hide.

"Oh my god! This seems to be another spiritual weapon! And it is also a hidden weapon!"

"How can I hide this? Is this going to force the little fool to death?"

"The little fool is going to finish it, so pitiful!"

Xinxian waved the sword in her hand, and the sword quickly rotated, forming a circle blocking her front.

At this moment, she raised her hand and a powerful spiritual power injected into the circle formed by the spirit sword.

With a "bang", the spiritual power spread out on the sword to form a larger circle, blocking all the silver needles.
Chapter completed!