"First game! Wang Qiang won!"

Hank's voice spread throughout the audience, and Wang Qiang's "light friend group" almost slapped his hands, just hanging a string of firecrackers on his butt, running around the campus and setting them off...

Wang Qiang is considered a wealthy family in the imperial city, so there are naturally many people who have flattered him.

"Wang Qiang finally played Yin, he won't be able to win!"

"What do you know? This is called "deception"! If Wang Qiang wins, he will win!"

Although Wang Qiang's voice was very small, most of them were martial artists below. Of course, you can hear that the No. 3 Public Competition Platform is a large circle with a diameter of 30 meters, which is not very large.

"Han Shoucheng, are you okay!"

Meng Yun almost rushed forward with a concerned voice. Her lifeline should be in the art system, and her body was not as strong as Xiaohua. Her foggy eyes looked like a frightened and scared little wife.

"Fortunately, with mentor Hank here, otherwise I would be miserable!" If you lose, you lose. Winning and defeat are common in military affairs. You will never get tired of cheating. However, Han Shoucheng was still a little angry because they lost one game.

In terms of strength, Han Shoucheng may not be Wang Qiang's opponent, and the two are equally good.

"Han Shoucheng, don't be discouraged. The game has just begun!" Dongfang Zhijian smiled, and he also believed that Ye Feng's strength was definitely above him, but everyone might not know it.

In the special stand, a tutor with a height and a python around his neck smiled and said, "It seems that the freshmen this year are not very good. With this strength, Hank and the others are so good at recruiting students! How many classes are the freshmen in these three dormitories? You have to practice well!"

This person who plays with snakes was the responsible tutor in Class B5. Judging from his smug appearance, few tutors dumped him.

"Teacher Shangguan, those three classmates are from your class, right?" Wang Ying and several other female tutors walked to Shangguan Lingxuan.

"Yes!"

"Teacher Shangguan, they obviously bully people. Do you want me to send Hank?" Another female tutor with a long sword on her back asked her with her head tilted.

Shangguan Lingxuan shook her head, "When the competition started, I saw the person, I had guessed the result!"

"Oh?" The other three female tutors didn't say anything, but just lay on the railing next to them and watched together.

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"Look! The second person on Wang Qiang is Wang Lun! Is it really Wang Lun?"

"It seems like you will lose in a row! Wang Lun is much more powerful than Wang Qiang!"

Wang Qiang was not on the top 50, and Wang Lun ranked forty-four, which naturally shows the gap in strength.

Chu Sheng said submissively, "Zhi Jian... This Wang Lun is known as a fast swordsman, and his sword is fast and accurate, which makes people difficult to understand..." Chu Sheng claimed to ask, and naturally knew some of the other party's situation.

Wang Lun is indeed famous in the academy for his Jianqi Express.

However, the Oriental Sword, who walked onto the competition stage, turned his head and smiled slightly, "I can only hit his swordsman to avoid him from destroying the name of the fast swordsman!"

I saw that Wang Lun had already chosen the wooden sword, and when he saw the Dongfang Zhijian, he was also stunned with the wooden sword.

The last game was a battle between swords and swords, but this game was a battle between swords and swords.

However, Wang Lun, a fast swordsman, is well-known in school.

"Advised!"

Although he had a good relationship with Wang Qiang, he was arranged by his elders, so Wang Lun had a very warrior style.

"Wang Lun! Why are you polite to him? He is a junior! I heard them say that there are many powerful new students, and they all blow it out!" Wang Qiang was below, hugging a group of younger brothers, and proudly went to the sky.

"Give me advice!"

You are polite to the other party, Dongfang Zhijian also treated each other with courtesy. The two of them moved their swords at the same time and rushed upwards. The distance was close, and the two of them exploded at the same time. The high-level martial artist's rushing force burst out instantly.

In an instant, the two collided together.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

Only the sound of the crazy sword running around, the two of them roared angrily at the same time, and the two of them exploded with an orange aura. The Oriental Sword was slanted to the ground, and the sword flowers danced wildly, like a swimming snake.

Only Wang Lun's crazy left and right martial swords were seen, while the Oriental Sword was like a shadowless and without image. Even Hank couldn't see clearly the movement speed of his figure.

"..." The students below all saw dementia.

Wang Lun's sword is known for his speed, and he is the most powerful first wave, but he didn't expect that this new boy not only met him, but also used a sword.

What is even more frightening is that people with lower strength than the fifth level of the martial artist can't see clearly at all!

The two have exploded to the highest speed!

"The gap is so big!" A few students in Class A lit up their eyes. The student's sword was too fast. Compared with him, Wang Lun could only call him a slow swordsman!

In the special stand, the instructors all gave surprise eyes, and some instructors were even asking which class of freshmen they were from.

"Is he really a newborn? The speed of this sword is probably comparable to King Wu!"

The three mentors Wang Ying looked at Shangguan Lingxuan foolishly at the same time. The gap was completely terrifying.

"The Oriental Chronicle Sword is so fast! I can't see clearly at all!"

On the stage, the two of them were on the left and right, and the wooden sword in their hands was completely damaged.

The people in the fourth squad below could hardly see the movements of the two.

I saw Dongfang Zhijian and Wang Lun motionless on the stage, and all the people below were silent and there was no sound.

Ye Feng said calmly, "The gap is quite big. Wang Lun has drawn a total of 85 swords, and three swords have passed by the Dongfang Zhijian; while Dongfang has drawn more than 370 swords, and three hundred and three swords have hit Wang Lun. The two are not on the same level!"

Although Ye Feng's voice was not loud, the students in Class 4 heard it, and only heard the sound of "chichi..." on the stage.

Wang Lun's clothes on the stage suddenly appeared countless sword marks, and the clothes immediately turned into countless rags, and the wooden sword in his hand only had the hilt...

The gap was too obvious. After a brief quiet, the people off the field immediately burst into screams.

"Thank you for your mercy!" Wang Lun looked at him dementedly, and his confidence in his fast swordsman was completely hit.

"Take it!" Dongfang Zhijian took away the wooden sword and looked at Hank.

The latter then reflected, "The second game! Oriental Chronicles won!"

"roar!"

The new student burst into crazy applause, which is completely a boost of morale! The overwhelming advantage is too much.

Even Wang Qiang is not proud now, and his arrogant aura is completely suppressed. However, in the last game, Cai Yong ranked 31 in the academy and is also a top expert in Class B.

"But the next game is Cai Yong, and the freshman has basically no hope of winning. Cai Yong heard that most of his body has entered the Martial King. Even the freshman may not be his opponent!"

"Yes! It's hard to have any more powerful people in the freshmen!"

In the special stands, Panshe's mentor almost pinched the python on his neck to death, "Hmph! I don't believe it, there are so many masters among the freshmen!"

When Cai Yong came on stage, someone cheered and even screamed because Cai Yong was still tall and handsome, and his wheat-colored skin was particularly strong...
Chapter completed!