Seeing the fierce battle in the field, Yan Yin asked a student from Southern Academy next to him and realized what was going on.
It turned out that the dean of the college came to the college for a short stay and left. Moreover, there was news from the college that it was said that in the morning, Fang Xue, the goddess of frost in the college, left with the dean. It was rumored that the dean had taken a frightening position in Fang Xue and wanted to accept her as his apprentice.
This honor and future will be infinitely bright when being accepted as an apprentice by a King of Wu. Therefore, many students look forward to better performance and be appreciated by others like Fang Xue.
After all, most of the people who come to Southern Academy are for a bright future. Only a few like Yan Yin just want to become stronger.
Today is the last day of the preliminaries of the college competition, so the scene is already crowded. The lively and noisy atmosphere envelops the entire martial arts performance venue.
Yan Yin naturally knew why Fang Xue left. He sighed silently in his heart, then pressed the sadness, and a trace of perseverance flashed in his eyes.
How could a real man be depressed for a long time because of a trivial matter?
There are five large arenas in the martial arts field, but now there is only one in the middle that competes.
The man who fought with Ye Qingchen was a man. The man held a long sword and was handsome and elegant. His white clothes were as beautiful as snow, which made many women cheer for him.
Ye Qingchen is the opposite. Today she is wearing a black long skirt, like an elf dancing in the world with beautiful postures, exuding a striking beauty.
With a skillful hand, the black hair is flying, and the white and tender ice skin as white as snow is exposed, forming a sharp contrast with the black long skirt.
Her slender and long legs were on the ring, and the magic in her hands were constantly intertwined in the ring. She looked so gorgeous that she was even more mysterious at this moment.
"Ice!" Ye Qingchen shouted softly, and a layer of frost suddenly condensed on the ring. Then the ice edges of the tree roots suddenly protruded from the ground and stabbed at the white-clothed swordsman.
The white-clothed swordsman snorted, and the long sword fell like a galaxy. As the sword light turned, it cut off the ice edges. Then, a thick breath surged from his body, and the surroundings were filled with the feeling of boiling blood. The frost on the ring was evaporated by its qi and blood.
"The God of Thunder" Ye Qingchen shouted sweetly, and quickly pinched a magic trick in his hands. A flash of lightning flashed, and then a loud bang was heard, and a thunder as thick as a bowl fell out of nowhere from the air and hit the white-clothed swordsman.
The white-clothed swordsman looked stern, and a fierce and fierce aura surged from his body. The sword was thrown up by him, and then his body shot towards Ye Qingchen.
"Boom!" Thunder was attracted by the long sword and hit the long sword. The white-clothed swordsman was in a rapid shape and reached Ye Qingchen's body in an instant.
Seeing this, many men became worried about Ye Qingchen and shouted to ask him to be careful.
Yan Yin was also waiting for the exit when suddenly a flash of his eyes and saw Ye Qingchen's hand hiding behind him. Looking closely, she saw a slight light flashing in the palm of her palm.
The white-clothed swordsman smiled and said, "Junior Sister Qingchen, you lost."
Indeed, being approached by a warrior is the greatest threat to the practitioner. Because the warrior can instantly reach the practitioner's death with his powerful momentum, internal strength and martial arts.
A cold light appeared in the right hand of the white-clothed sword, slashing towards Ye Qingchen's neck.
If he hits it, Ye Qingchen will not only be defeated by him, but this person can also take the opportunity to hug Ye Qingchen who was stunned by a knife.
Which of the people watching was not a human spirit, and they knew the intentions of the white-clothed swordsmen in an instant. They secretly cursed despicable and shameless words, but if they were replaced on the field, they would probably not be as good as the white-clothed swordsmen.
This is human nature. I can think of you but can't do it. If you do what I think, then you should be beaten by thunder and be despised by others.
However, Yan Yin did not think Ye Qingchen would lose.
Just when the swordsman in white slashed half an inch above Ye Qingchen's snow-white and ice-slimming neck, his hand could no longer be moved.
Because a handful of ice edges were pressing against his chest.
Ye Qingchen smiled slightly, "If you hit my neck, then you will die, and I am just losing! So, little brother, you have to think about it."
His peerless face and stunning smiles made many people moved and fascinated by them.
A trace of unwillingness flashed across the white-clothed swordsman's face. He naturally knew the consequences, but he was very unwilling to let him give up like this.
Then, he knew the strength of the cultivator. If his hand knife was cut down, Ye Qingchen would also pierce the ice edge into his chest when he fainted.
There is the heart part, and the biggest key of a warrior is the heart and head. If the heart is damaged, the qi and blood will surge in an instant. If he cannot take a few breaths, he will suffer severe damage and eventually his heart bursts and dies.
"Okay! You give up!" Ye Qingchen put away his smile and said calmly.
The white-clothed swordsman gritted his teeth, and a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but after comparing the two, he finally withdrew his hand knife and sighed, "I lost."
Ye Qingchen nodded and felt relieved.
The white-clothed swordsman lowered his head and walked down the ring, and disappeared into the crowd after a while.
Ye Qingchen, who was enjoying the joy of victory, looked at the audience in all directions with a smile. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he saw Yan Yin. A moving smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and nodded to Yan Yin.
"Why are you here?" After stepping down, Ye Qingchen brought her sister to Yan Yin's place. "I said I haven't been to attend classes seriously for a while. This is not a good student."
He still had that expression, with that kind of teasing tone. In front of Ye Qingchen, Yan Yin felt quite relaxed.
Joke, "Haha, I'm so awesome, the teacher doesn't want to teach me"
"Virtue" Ye Qingchen gave Yan Yin a blank look.
The charm and charming moment instantly killed the young men and women around him who were watching here.
With a smile, Yan Yin looked at Ye Qingwu and said, "Qingwu, how have you practiced recently? Judging from your appearance, you seem to be about to break through."
Ye Qingwu held Ye Qingchen's hand tightly, with a black-haired shawl, and a flying cloud appeared on her pretty cheeks, and she whispered, "Well, there's a little sign."
He shook his head secretly in his heart. Ye Qingwu still looked shy and introverted, which was a contradiction compared to her sister's generous and bright appearance.
Yan Yin looked at Ye Qingchen and said, "Sister Qingchen, can I call you like this?"
Ye Qingchen nodded, smiled slightly and said, "It's up to you"
Yan Yin looked around and said to Ye Qingchen, "Sister Qingchen, do you know where the sea is?"
Ye Qingchen was stunned. He didn't know why Yan Yin asked this and said, "I know! It's about thirty miles from Southern College to the east of Southern College."
"Then, I don't know if I can ask Sister Qingchen to do me a favor." Yan Yin said embarrassedly, "I don't know how to go, so I want Sister Qingchen to take me to the beach. Can you do it?"
Ye Qingchen gently twitched his black hair in his ear and said with a smile, "Of course there is no problem with this. You have helped us a few times, and this little busy is nothing."
"Thank you" Yan Yin was about to say something when suddenly a loud shout came from the field, echoing from the four fields.
Looking back, I saw an extremely huge sword in the field slashing down. This was the sword energy, condensed into substance, like a hundred-foot-sized sword, slashing out horizontally. In front of him was a strong boy, who was shaken by the sword dozens of feet away, and a blood sprinkled in the sky.
"Is this?" Yan Yin looked at the huge sword in horror, with a hint of shock in his eyes.
"This is the sword energy of the mad sword, and it is also his most powerful move - the sword moves around the world." Ye Qingchen sighed, "It is worthy of being the third in the academy and has outstanding strength."
"It's the Crazy Knife" Yan Yin frowned. The Crazy Knife is the third in the Academy and has such terrible strength. Zhuangshu is the second in the Academy and his strength should be very strong. Why didn't he show it last time?
Yan Yin didn't know that he broke Zhuang Shu's long sword. Even if he had good martial arts and sword skills, Zhuang Shu would be difficult to use without a sword.
In the field, the crazy sword looked at Yan Yin, and the big sword pointed directly at Yan Yin, which was full of provocation.
Thousands of viewers followed the big sword of the Mad Sword and looked at Yan Yin.
Yan Yin didn't know why Kuang Dao was like this. Logically speaking, he and Kuang Dao had never seen each other before, and had never had any entanglements.
However, after thinking about what Xu Houzi said that the big sword would be built by a crazy sword, Yan Yin felt a little reminiscent. This crazy sword should have wanted to avenge Han Lie.
Ye Qingchen looked at Yan Yin and opened his cherry lips and said, "Although there are rumors in the academy that you are the King of Power, you are still a little worse than the Crazy Knife. Now he is provoking you, so don't be fooled."
Yan Yin nodded. In the ring match, thousands of people were watching. How could he win over the Crazy Sword if he could not use the Yan family's long fist? With some brute force and the moves used to hunt strange beasts, it might not be enough to see in front of the Crazy Sword's big sword.
Kuangdao is a young man, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with a strong figure and strong muscles. His short hair looks extremely refined.
Facing everyone's eyes, Yan Yi smiled at Kuang Dao, then looked at Ye Qingchen and said with a smile, "Sister Qingchen, take me to the beach!"
Ye Qingchen was stunned. He didn't expect Yan Yin to be so relaxed. Facing the eyes of many people and the provocation of the crazy sword, he could not care at all.
He chuckled, "Okay! I haven't been to see the sea for a long time, so I will take Qingwu to see the vast and boundless sea."
In this way, under the gaze of everyone, Ye Qingchen led Ye Qingwu and Yan Yin toward the martial arts field.
"coward"
"The guy who doesn't grow"
"Not a man"
"My goodness, this kid actually forgot to fight when he sees lust." This is Fatty's words, and only he is always so unrestrained.
"Ah! My Ye Qingchen was actually robbed by that freak," a man with a very admirable appearance cursed loudly.
Everyone looked over and felt sad for it, and secretly spit in their hearts: My goodness, just like you, you look so weird.
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All these are the sounds of insults.
Maddao raised his thick eyebrows and looked at Yan Yin who was gradually disappearing into the crowd with cold eyes.
"If I meet it during the game, I will defeat you!" When he was about to walk into the martial arts arena, Yan Yin turned around, looked at Kuang Dao, and slowly said it in a not too loud voice.
Although the voice was not loud, everyone still basically understood what Yan Yin meant through his lips.
The second in the academy, the most powerful young man among the new students, who is known as the King of Power, what kind of sparks will they generate when they meet?
Many people are looking forward to it.
However, there was a man standing in a corner of the martial arts venue, staring at Yan Yin's back coldly.
He was dressed in white and carried a long sword on his back.
He is Zhuang Shu. Zhuang Shu whose long sword was broken by Yan Yin!
After several months of retreat and cultivation, his strength has become more and more diligent.
Feeling the cold light behind him, Yan Yin looked at Zhuang Shu casually, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.