As soon as these words came out, the disciples gathered in front of the martial arts platform were completely excited.
A pair of eyes were ignited with hot flames, and they all looked longingly at the girl in green skirt on the bloody martial arts stage.
Leng Qingshuang glanced at her with fear, and said to Chu Yue beside her: "This person is Ye Ying, who is third on the Star-Slaying List. He is very strong and is as good at battle axes as you. She has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, and she is also
Mr. Lu’s proud disciple.”
Chu Yue lazily raised her eyelashes and looked towards the bloody battle platform.
Through the warm warm light, they looked at each other with the girl with bare feet.
It was clear that the surrounding area was as calm as the sea, but invisibly, stormy waves arose.
It’s as if there is a war without gunpowder that begins immediately!
Ye Ying looked at Chu Yue indifferently, then snapped her fingers, and saw countless poppy flowers spreading all around her.
The poppies overlapped to form a royal concubine's couch. She sat on it and looked at Chu Yue in the distance.
In Shenxuan Academy, there are only a handful of disciples who use axes as weapons, and apart from the male disciples, there are only two people, Chu Yue and her!
"She is an orphan. She was picked up by Elder Lu Qiong and raised in the hospital."
Leng Qingshuang added another sentence: "Although he does not have a strong family background, his talent and strength make him famous."
Chu Yue nodded, but at the next moment, she turned around and looked at the magnificent Martial Arts Palace.
In the palace on the top floor, a lonely man stood in front of the gray window, his beautiful eyes reflecting the unprecedented grandeur of the martial arts stage.
At this time, Nangong Chu, the leader of the Star Slayer, stepped out with his feet on the golden lotus, suspended in mid-air, overlooking the dense crowd of disciples:
"Everyone, the eighty-two square martial arts platform is divided into three columns. One column is for competition based on the strength of the academy, and the academy will name the contestants."
"The second column is the names of all the warriors. They will appear randomly on the martial arts stage. No matter how different their strength is, they all have to go on stage!"
"As for the third column, you can directly challenge other disciples. The winner can exchange the strength ranking in the academy!"
Nangongchu's warm voice blew through the world like a spring breeze.
The sound of bells and drums resounded again.
The martial arts competition that countless disciples have been looking forward to has finally begun!
"Lin Prisoner! Zhuge Hong!" The instructor of one of the martial arts arenas immediately called out the opponent's name.
Prisoner Lin behind Chu Yue suddenly stood up, clasped his fists and bowed his head towards Chu Yue before leaving.
"Zhuge Hong has been a two-star warrior for several years."
Chu Yue's eyes narrowed slightly, her expression calm: "Attack him in three ways, use defense as offense to find the constraint point, and then use the blind spot to kill him with one strike. You can have a 70% chance of winning."
"In front of the martial arts stage, Lin will never embarrass Master Chu!"
Prisoner Lin nodded, licked his lips after speaking, and walked onto the fighting platform with swift steps.
At this time, disciples were entering dozens of martial arts platforms one after another.
"For a warrior like Zhuge Hong, shouldn't the gap be on the lower third road?"
Leng Qingshuang asked confusedly: "Isn't going to the third route just playing into the opponent's hands?"
Yan Nanji, Yun Huan and others are also puzzled. Zhuge Hong is a man who is good at swordsmanship. Only by attacking the top three routes will he have a chance of winning...
Chu Yue leaned lightly on the banquet, folded her hands on her chest, crossed her legs, looked at the fighting platform jokingly, raised her eyebrows and said: "The sword will have a miraculous effect if it is taken off guard."
The war is fierce.
After giving the instruction, Prisoner Lin was already entangled with Zhuge Hong.
Obviously, Lin Qian, who was a new martial artist, was no match for Zhuge Hong.
It soon became difficult to cope with it.
The disciples watching this stage shook their heads.
During Xuanji's banquet, Fan Ping'an and some disciples gathered together, not hiding the sarcasm in their eyes.