Han Xin didn't see what Ling Xuewei was afraid of. She dared to confront the elders of the Thousand Emperor Sect in person. How could such a small scene calm him down?
Xiao Yan also stood in front of Ling Xuewei, and a strange scene appeared here.
Xiao Yan and Han Xin are both over 1.8 meters tall, and even Xiang Cheng is only a little shorter. The three big men stood in front of the thin young man, and their protective intentions were self-evident.
Everyone is angry, but they can only hold it in. Who let this kid have three big bosses to protect him!
In addition to the four of them, there is also a disciple named Qiu Zhongran, who forms a circle here. He also knows the temperament of these three people and does not even bother to come over to talk to them.
Soon, the competition began.
The first few games are just a warm-up.
All the people who had gone up were clicked, and they were obviously very "friendly". Ling Xuewei was almost dozing off when she saw it, and she only looked at it intently when she knew there were a few glances coming towards her.
Directly opposite, Qian Bingliu and others stood with their arms crossed. When they saw them looking, they gave them a provocative look. Next to them, standing were the same group of people from yesterday's restaurant, including Xie Tianyun and Suo Xiangyang.
"The eyes of these people are so disgusting."
Xiang Chengpi smiled but said, "Okay, since everyone is here, let's settle this account together."
Several people on the opposite side were also whispering, and their eyes glanced this way from time to time, and you could guess what they were talking about without even thinking.
Soon, Suo Xiangyang came on stage and his eyes fell straight here.
To be precise, it fell on Ling Xuewei.
"Junior brother, are you willing to accept this challenge?"
Although his tone was polite, his expression was full of provocation.
Ling Xuewei was not surprised that he would challenge her, and the same was true for Xiang Cheng and the others.
The relationship was broken yesterday, not to mention that this person doesn't look like a generous person.
"Come on, Xiao Mo! Let him know how powerful we are!"
Xiang Cheng was full of energy and felt even more excited than himself.
Ling Xuewei walked onto the stage and bowed her hand to him. After the two saluted, the battle began.
After the defeat last time, the opponent was not careless this time.
Attack with all your strength!
The third level of Xuantian realm spiritual pressure enveloped the air. He held a sword flower in his hand and stabbed straight at him. Ling Xuewei tiptoed and dodged the sword edge. The two of them went back and forth with dozens of moves in the blink of an eye.
"This kid... is quite capable. He can actually do so many tricks on Senior Brother Suo! And he hasn't drawn his sword yet, right?"
"Does he still have some strength left? Looking at his spiritual pressure, it can't exceed the high level of the second heaven at most! It's just the second heaven, and Senior Brother Suo is more than enough to deal with him!"
"Come on! Before the outcome is decided, anything can happen! What do you think, Senior Brother Qian?"
Qian Bingliu looked away from the field and said lazily, "Suo Xiangyang lost."
"ah?"
This sentence surprised everyone.
"Senior Brother Suo will lose? How is it possible? The other party is only a second-level cultivator, how can he be the opponent of Senior Brother Suo?"
"Yes, Senior Brother Suo is a first-year elite student, there is no way he could lose to a new disciple who has just started!"
"right……"
Just as he finished speaking, Suo Xiangyang was knocked off the stage.
With a bang, it fell heavily to the ground.
The outcome has been decided.
The voice of the person speaking stopped suddenly, and his mouth was so funny that he could fit a duck egg in it.
"How is that possible! What happened?"
"Tsk, faster than I thought." Qian Bingliu snorted coldly, with no trace of surprise on his face.
"What do you think?"
Jie Tianyun on the side is holding the sword, "Just now, he attacked Suo Xiangyang, Tanzhong point, Shenque point, Qihai point, Zhongji point, and Qimen point in succession. If the strength is only 10% more, Suo Xiangyang may be dead."
Dead."
"This kid is quite capable." Qian Bingliu rubbed his chin, "He didn't do anything cruel, which is a sign of respect for our college."
Is Suo Xiangyang weak?
Not weak.
Was it careless?
Of course not.
After the last competition, he tried his best as soon as he came on the field, but he still lost in the end. He was still confused until he fell off the field, and he couldn't understand why he lost?
"For monks with wind ability, it is true that their strength cannot be determined by their cultivation alone."
After Qian Bingliu finished speaking, everyone finally understood.
It turns out that this unattractive boy is actually a wind monk? No wonder!
"Among all abilities, the wind cultivator is the fastest, and the only one with unbeatable martial arts skills in the world is that he can turn defeat into victory even when facing an opponent one level higher than himself. This guy is very proficient in using his wind ability and has a good sense of fighting. Suo Xiangyangluo
Failure is reasonable."
I'm afraid he hasn't tried his best in the competition just now.
After watching the battle just now, Qian Bing was bleeding and burning.
His figure flashed, and the next moment, he appeared on the stage.
"You haven't come up yet."
Qian Bingliu pointed openly at Xiang Cheng, who jumped onto the high platform without hesitation.
"It's finally my turn. Wasn't I sentenced to three days of solitary confinement? Why was I released so quickly?"
"So today it's a pity that you have to lose in front of everyone, at the hands of this young master."
"Ha, there must be a limit to talking big, otherwise it will make people laugh."
"Each other."
The two of them were chatting, and then suddenly fell silent.
Two figures passed by quickly, and then there was a clash of weapons, and they took action at the same time. They didn't waste any words, and all drew their swords as soon as they came up. They already knew each other's strength yesterday, so there was no need to test them this time.
There are many shadows of swords on the stage, and spiritual energy is dancing. This Lingxia Academy's competition stage is specially built and surrounded by formations to protect it, so the spiritual energy and spiritual pressure will not affect the people below the stage. People on the stage can take action at will without being implicated.
below.
The battle was fierce, and the disciples were so excited that they kept shouting.
After dozens of moves, the two separated. They gained a new understanding of each other's strength.
He swung his sword towards Cheng Jian, and a ball of flame flew towards his face.
"Flame Bird!"
"Ice Bones."
Pfft.
Ice and fire collided, red and blue intertwined, and neither gave in to the other. The extreme high temperature and low temperature collided, emitting white smoke that quickly enveloped the scene, blocking everyone's sight. But even if they couldn't see it, everyone could still hear the swords clashing.
There was a harsh sound from the collision, and there were flashes of flames from time to time.
In front of Kunpeng, Ling Xuewei had a clear view of the scene on the stage.
The two sides have fought hundreds of moves, but there is still no winner. This Qian Bingliu does have arrogant capital. Not only is he highly skilled in ice swordsmanship, but Ling Xuewei has carefully observed that he seems to be very arrogant.
He is arrogant, but he is very methodical in every move, and he is not someone who can be provoked easily.
Unlike that Suo Xiangyang, at least he is very stable. After such a long time, there is no oversight to be found.
Senior Brother Xiang's cultivation level is a whole level lower than him. If he wants to win, I'm afraid...
Sure enough, after another hundred moves, the contest finally ended with Xiang Yang being eliminated.
"Concession."
Qian Bingliu raised his chin, looking very arrogant.
Xiang Cheng was dissatisfied, but if he lost, he would lose. Xiang Cheng could still afford to lose.
