Looking at the old man in black shirt on the competition stage, Lin Xiu felt his heart palpitate for no reason. The other man did not give off any aura, but in his subconscious, he always felt that this man was particularly powerful.
"Could it be that the vice-president of the Martial Academy is a powerful Martial Emperor?"
Lin Xiu's heart arose with a hint of doubt and deep surprise.
In his mind, this question already has an answer. A strong Martial King is the one who can truly stand at the top of this world. The Martial King is very powerful, but it cannot defeat the power of a single move of a Martial King.
He has never seen or felt the power of the Martial Emperor Realm, but he can understand the power of that level just by imagining it.
The auras of the other four deputy deans of the branch were also very strong, but they were not as irresistible as he felt. Only when facing this old man could he not help but tremble in his heart.
While Lin Xiu was looking at the old man in black clothes on the stage, and was slightly distracted by changing his eyes, the old man on the stage looked at the students below, glanced around, and said loudly: "Children,
Being able to stand out from the freshmen in each branch shows that you are good enough, but today's competition will make this excellence in you continue to shine, and what you need to give me is a youthful attitude. You have to tell everyone, including Wu
Senior students of the Spiritual Academy, you are strong enough!"
The vice-president of the Martial Arts Academy has a unique and rich voice, coupled with an aura that can inadvertently make people feel scared. Every word that comes out of his mouth is so inspiring, as if the voice does not come from the outside world, but is born from you.
bottom of my heart.
"Behind you are your loyal supporters and members of your respective colleges. Today's battle is not only for your personal performance, but also for the honor of the college and the expectations of so many people.
So in this battle, you have to do your best, and you have to show your own style, do you understand?"
"Understand!!!"
As soon as Vice Dean Ling Kong finished speaking, a very powerful response erupted on the court, and these responses all came from the four teams in the fourth branch.
"Very well, before I announce the start, I feel it is necessary to emphasize the rewards of this competition!"
Wow!
As soon as these words were spoken, the students watching on the field began to talk and envy, but the four teams surrounded by them were surprisingly calm.
They naturally value rewards, but if there is no reward, this battle is destined to happen. For their own future and the honor of the college, they have no reason to back down.
"To make a long story short, the top four in this competition will be eligible to enter the Martial Arts Hall to select a martial arts secret book. In addition, they will also have the opportunity to receive the spiritual infusion from Master Qingxuan."
Wow!
Ling Kong's words undoubtedly ignited the atmosphere of the entire venue. All the students watching the match cast envious glances at the players from their own academy.
The students who were qualified to participate in the competition also looked excited after hearing this, and their already ignited fighting spirit became even stronger.
In front of the team in the east courtyard, Lin Xiu also had a slight surprise on his face. He looked at Luan Feng in front of him, who also looked a little uneasy.
"Where is the Martial Arts Hall? Is there any delicious food?"
In the team, Zi Ling saw everyone's extremely eager and envious eyes and looked a little confused, so she asked.
When Lin Xiu heard this, he had no time to pay attention to him. He looked at the old man in black clothes on the stage, but Lan Kui beside him responded.
"Foodie, the Martial Arts Hall is not an inn. What is stored there is the Martial Arts Academy, which is the martial arts that warriors yearn for. Ordinary people cannot enter it at all. Only those who have received rewards can get the opportunity.
Go in." Lan Kui seemed to understand everything and explained to Zi Ling with a smile.
"Martial skills? That's boring. What is the spiritual infusion that the old man is talking about?" Zi Ling asked again like a curious baby.
Hearing this, Lan Kui glanced at Zi Ling helplessly, then glanced at Lin Xiu, who also had a look of helplessness, and responded: "Zi Ling, this is the vice president of our martial arts academy. If he knows that your name is...
He is a bad old man, and he will definitely throw you out of Wuling Academy."
"This spiritual infusion is a secret method that Master Qingxuan does not teach to outsiders. It can greatly improve the spiritual power of warriors. You must know that warriors who specialize in martial arts will always lag behind in terms of spiritual power. If it can be improved, not only will they be able to
It is helpful to improve one’s own strength,
It will be more conducive to the further development of strength in the future. You must know that if you want to break through to the Martial King Realm, you must understand the power of space and then connect it with your own soul power. If your own soul power is not strong enough, you will only be let down by that time.
The success that is about to be achieved will be in vain.”
Lan Kui's explanation was detailed and patient enough. Even Lin Xiu in front sighed after hearing this. Lan Kui, this girl, really knows a lot.
"Oh, that's it, it's boring."
After hearing the explanation, Zi Ling immediately looked listless.
When Lan Kui saw this, she could only smile and curl her lips, and her eyes fell to the stage again.
At this time, the old man on the competition stage has announced the start of the game, and the first duel is about to begin.
The atmosphere on the field suddenly changed from noisy to slightly tense. The students watching were looking at the four teams on the field, looking forward to their appearance.
On the other side in the distance, the competition in the Alchemy Monastery has already begun, and countless students wearing alchemist robes have begun nervous refining.
"Hey, old man, this year's batch of seedlings from the Martial Academy look very good."
Above the competition field, the old man in the alchemist's robe stood side by side with Ling Kong, looking at the students below the field and laughing.
After hearing this, Lingkong turned his gaze to the side of the Alchemy Monastery's competition ground. After focusing for a moment, he said: "After being an alchemist for a long time, people have become humble. You were not like this when you were young, but to be honest, this year
Your alchemy monastery seedlings are also very good."
"Time flies so fast, and in the passing time, you and I have become old people on the verge of death."
"Don't lament, time is not forgiving, so we will fight against it!"
The sharp feeling in the sky was obviously stronger than that of the deputy dean of the Alchemy Academy next to him.
"Haha, competing? Throughout the ages, there have been many talented and powerful people who have shined for a lifetime, but in the end, they are just a handful of clay, competing with the sky and deceiving themselves."
The dean of the Alchemy Monastery said with a slightly vicissitudes of life.
Lingkong next to him heard the words, but surprisingly did not refute. Not only could he not find a reason, but he still didn't want to refute.