After a battle of destroying hundreds of enemies with one sword, plus the bed where he was sleeping and practicing with medicine all day, he was stunned and closed his eyes for a week, He Lan's cultivation level actually rose to twenty-nine silks in that week. If you want to know that on the day when he had a conflict with Le Long, he had just broken through twenty-seven silks.

What's more, He Lan, who had already had the talent among the fourteen people, only jumped two silks in a fifth city, so He Lan completely regarded it as a dream.

When he broke through twenty-nine silks, he almost jumped out of bed in shock. Fortunately, no one saw his embarrassing appearance when he lost his composure.

Therefore, He Lan is now full of fighting spirit. He can't wait to see whether he, whose cultivation level has jumped to twenty-nine silk, can fight with these third-grade seniors in a heart-warming manner. He doesn't have to use a trump card every time, and he can't handle the next one for half a day.

After discussing with the seniors, He Lan successfully mentioned these seniors to the martial arts competition hall at the cost of whether he had the courage to block the rankings of the lower grades.

Because only if you have a record of referee mentors in a martial arts hall or open-air arena, challenges can be considered successful.

"Thirty-five silks, no, right?" He Lan frowned slightly. Many seniors with such cultivation had failed in his hands. They dared to come and know that he was afraid that he would not have another sign.

At this point, He Lan held the Yunge Sword in his hand and wore a uniform in the Ling Academy. He smiled and looked at the senior who had met him first. His tender pupils couldn't help but melt the gentleness he showed.

He has not yet fought off the court, to others, is a gentle and honest man with a gentle and good temper. He looks like a weak leader who is good at bullying at first glance.

Moreover, during the preparations, He Lan watched from time to time, and he could clearly feel that the atmosphere of the battle was quite different from before.

Before the battle of saving the world, most of He Lan's fellow disciples in the martial arts hall looked at him with a illusion, with mockery and disdain in his eyes, as if he had given him enough face to watch He Lan. It was like a human being showing a fly, proudly trying to see where it would fly and wait for the opportunity, and thinking that he could kill the fly in seconds with a slap.

However, at this moment, although most people's eyes are full of contempt, it is obvious that there is a little more caution in it.

At this point, He Lan didn't think much about what abacus they were all making. As long as they can't mobilize seniors from the seniors to come now, he would have the chance to smash these abacuses one by one with just their strength this year.

Just as they viewed the mentality of the fourteen mortals practicing, he did not bother to listen to their conspiracy against them.

"Second grade student, He Lan, ranks forty-eighth, please take care of him." After a senior came on stage, He Lan smiled and clasped his fists to salute him, and took the lead in signing up on his own. This gentle and simple smile, combined with his pretty face, really makes people feel like they are bullying the weak.

"The third-grade student, Liang Wenlong, ranks forty." Since He Lan automatically registered for the title, he could only be forced to register for the title together. The ranking of forty is higher than that of forty-eight.

Liang Wenlong is also taking it seriously at this moment. Although He Lan has not even arrived even thirty, many people still remember that sword. It is a sword that can shock the dean. Who would know if He Lan can restore this sword on the spot? How many people will survive from that sword?

After the referee mentor gave the order, the two of them set off at the same time. He Lan, who had entered the battle, had a look of He Xi, who had originally looked on his face, disappeared instantly, and instead he was serious and cautious, and he was all in his efforts to keep a close eye on his opponent and predict his calmness when he made a move.

After comparing sword skills, He Lan was not only unharmed, but also fought back and forth with him. Moreover, He Lan seemed to have no way out, and there was a tendency to rush forward and crush Liang Wenlong with a powerful attack.

He Lan is a completely portrayal of two styles off the court and on the court.

"The section chief, a militant, has to come out to fight every time heals his injury. Fortunately, I haven't fought with him before, otherwise I really don't know who tripped over whom." While He Lan was fighting hard on the field, a weak and familiar voice came from a corner. If He Lan had carefully observed and scanned this, he would definitely be able to see this person, and he would pick up the Yunge Sword and beat him hard.

If someone helps you share the things, it means you can throw them all over and let them carry them alone!

This person is Cheng Jiji who claimed to be imprisoned. Qin Kai, who disappeared with him, was not by him, but he was the only one. But he was curious, with his outstanding figure, no one noticed him.

"I have to leave, I'm going to be revealed." However, he didn't stay for a long time, but just took a few glances and left. He did not return for his brothers on this trip, and he had more important things to do.

During the fierce battle, He Lan gradually realized that he could replace forty people with only thirty-five silks. Moreover, He Lan seemed to have appeared. Liang Wenlong seemed to have simulated battles with him in a secret room. He was a third-level weapon refiner of thirty-five silks!

This made He Lan's blood boil. After all, when he met his colleagues, he was extremely jealous. He used his own moves to take four sword shadows and several powerful mental powers to work together. The suffocating attack made Liang Wenlong a little difficult to resist for a moment.

But Liang Wenlong finally used his own spiritual skills and relied on his own hard power to withstand He Lan's strong attack one by one. He immediately looked up and was about to focus his target on He Lan.

"Mental pressure!" He Lan's pupils turned brown, and he took the initiative to attack mentally. In terms of mental power, he is not inferior to his peers!

Such a powerful and suffocating attack method made everyone present suck in the air. Especially Liang Wenlong on the field, looking at He Lan who was getting braver in the battle, couldn't help but whisper a madman.

"It's really a lunatic."

After all, he is a guy who can do something that can damage a hundred enemies with one sword. He must be crazy no matter what. However, his appearance and his usual behavior perfectly hide the crazy genes in his body, and he can only be leaked in battle.

So, the two spiritual pressures collided with each other in this martial arts hall, and for this reason, the shielding board had to be raised. Whether it was freshmen or second graders, this shocking mental power was enough for third graders who already had a mental defense network to bow their heads.

But the little episodes outside the field did not affect the swings of the two on the field at all. The battle between the two third-level weapon refiners had just begun.
Chapter completed!