"It shouldn't be any problem."

"Not to mention others, Chen Jingyu and Zheng Xianfeng are the two who have always occupied the first place in the Sacrament and the Six Arts."

"Dai Cheng'en is not weak either. He is skilled in both civil and military skills and has superb shooting skills."

"Liu Shi and Yang Rong are slightly weaker, but they have also maintained the first place in the Self-cultivation Academy for three months."

"Qian's position as banker is very safe. The Qian family started out by doing business, and their magic skills are unique in the Self-cultivation Academy."

The students of Xiushen Academy looked at the situation on the light screen and whispered,

"We must make sure those bastards from Songyue Academy can't bear to eat."

"There are only a few people here who dare to come here and act wild."

"Wait to see their palace shattered."

…

The anger gathered by thousands of people in the Self-cultivation Institute was as surging as the waves.

In comparison, the dozen or so people from Songyue Academy are like a small boat in the sea, they will be shot into pieces if they are not careful.

However, this endless anger has yet to find an outlet.

Making the huge self-cultivation academy become more and more depressing.

If you can't trample Songyue Academy hard under your feet who came to slap you in the face.

It's impossible to let go of this breath.

Li Changan stared closely at the light curtain.

If someone really comes to your door and slaps you in the face, there is nothing you can do.

It's really going to kill people.

Half an hour later,

Li Changan's eyes suddenly shrank.

Yushu Liu Shi, defeated!

After just ten breaths,

Archery Dai Chengen, defeated again!

Two losses in a row!

The air around him suddenly became irritable, as if a few drops of water were dripping into a hot oil pan. Many people had already cursed.

"Gan! What's going on!?"

"It's fine if you fail in the imperial arts. Dai Cheng'en can't even defeat Yang with a hundred steps?"

…

Li Changan's uneasiness became more and more intense.

Something went wrong.

Among the six arts, two have already been defeated.

With one more loss, the purpose of Songyue Academy's trip will be achieved.

When evil guests come to the door, even a draw will make people collapse.

In the light curtain, a trace of scarlet blood fell from the corner of Dai Chengen's mouth.

There were loud exclamations from all around.

Li Changan clenched his fists suddenly.

Dai Chengen’s Wen Gong...!

The next moment, the light curtain representing archery and imperial skills dissipated, and no one could see the exact situation.

But a dark cloud has enveloped the minds of the students of Xiushen Academy.

The anger that had been suppressed to the extreme was now suppressed by heavy worries.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter...the strongest person has not yet shown his defeat."

"Chen Jingyu and Zheng Xianfeng even have the upper hand."

"Qian Zhuang also has back and forth with his opponents. There is still hope..."

Many students cheered softly.

We only lost two games, so we can still do well in terms of face.

We won't let those bastards from Songyue Academy succeed.

Li Changan stared at the money sitting on the light screen, his heart already hanging in mid-air.

However, the cruel reality fell again.

After mastering archery and imperial skills, Yang Rong's calligraphy also failed.

At the same time, Yang Rong's body became unstable and he fell directly to the ground, blood dripping from his mouth and nose.

The third light curtain dissipated.

The indescribable feeling of depression was like a huge mountain rumbling in everyone's heart.

No one spoke anymore, even their breathing became stagnant.

On the contrary, the remaining people in Songyue Academy had contemptuous smiles on their faces.

They also did not speak, but the smiles at the corners of their mouths were like slaps on the faces of thousands of students from the Self-cultivation Academy.

"We can't lose again, we must never lose again..."

Li Changan heard someone beside him whisper desperately.

No matter how unpleasant a draw is, it is better than losing completely.

I really can't lose anymore.

If you lose again...

"Wow..."

The fourth light curtain dissipated.

Chen Jingyu, defeated!

boom!

As if thunder struck the ground, all the students in the Xiushen Academy widened their eyes in disbelief.

No...impossible!

How could Chen Jingyu lose!?

Even Lu Jiaoyu changed his color and clenched his hands tightly behind his back.

At the last moment before the light curtain dissipated, there was a slight difference in Chen Jingyu's movements, and the holy throne in front of him moved slightly.

Lost!

Irrefutable.

But everyone still couldn't believe it.

Chen Jingyu is everyone’s hope.

He actually lost here too.

Six Arts lost to Four Arts!

Dongyue Branch lost completely.

The provocative slap from Songyue Academy had just fallen, and now it was slapped hard on everyone's face four times in a row.

There was a muffled groan coming from beside him, and Li Changan glanced subconsciously, and quickly used his hands to support the classmate beside him.

Another person whose mind is damaged and whose literary palace is affected.

"Many...thank you..."

"Close your eyes, don't look anymore." Li Changan said hurriedly, "If you look any further, the palace will be shattered, and the consequences will be disastrous."

"No...can't close your eyes!"

The man slowly straightened up with the help of Li Changan's arm, but his eyes were still looking straight at the only two light curtains, revealing the meaning of madness.

Li Changan's head trembled violently, and he wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say a word.

A heavy emotion seemed to spread from this classmate's body to his heart.

Li Changan supported this person and turned his attention to the light curtain again.

A quarter of an hour later,
To be continued...