When the staff once again shouted that one student from Purple Leaf College had won, Zhang Deshan's expression on the high platform became even more ugly. However, he just took a slight breath and showed no other actions.
Wang Tianhe, the two people from Lian Sheng Wanglong Academy, suddenly became so powerful that they held the long stick in their hands, looking down on the world.
"That kid opposite, it's your turn now!" Wang Tianhe pointed the long sword in his hand at Zhang Song, who was opposite him, and shouted loudly. He had long disliked Zhang Song.
Many spectators in the surrounding stands were also cheering loudly for the colleges they supported.
"hateful!"
Zhang Song's face was cold and a trace of evil flashed in his eyes.
"Brother Zhang Song, I'm sorry!"
Gao Hai, who had just been defeated and returned to his own camp, lowered his head and apologized.
"Hmph!" Zhang Song glanced sideways at Gao Hai and snorted coldly. Then, Zhang Song raised his foot and stepped forward, entering the competition venue.
"I have just taken a rough look at this bastard's martial arts skills. He is indeed very strong. He is considered a top master among spiritual masters. However, compared to me, he is still a little behind." Although Zhang Song looked ferocious, but in his heart
But he was not impatient at all and compared himself with Wang Tianhe.
After walking slowly to the field, Zhang Song and Wang Tianhe were no more than ten meters apart.
As long as the two of them rush forward quickly, they can fight in an instant.
The broad-bladed knife in Zhang Song's hand was replaced by a long stick, which shone with a heart-stopping black luster in the sun. At this time, both of them were waiting for the staff to announce the start of the competition.
"Brother Wang, Zhang Song is very powerful and has an advantage in strength. You'd better not confront him head-on." Xia Yan reminded from behind.
Wang Tianhe turned around slightly and nodded to Xia Yan.
Wang Tianhe also knew that Zhang Song was very powerful. When he was in the machine formation, Zhang Song could directly knock three machine men away. Without tyrannical power, it would not have been possible.
"The competition officially begins!"
The staff finally shouted loudly.
"Ah!" Zhang Song's long-prepared spiritual power suddenly burst out from his body, and his body turned into a shadow and rushed directly towards Wang Tianhe on the opposite side.
Wang Tianhe was also prepared, and the two collided almost instantly. Their weapons collided, making a series of dull sounds, and waves of air shot out from their bodies.
"Bang bang bang~"
A series of clashing sounds were heard in all directions from the field.
"Boom~"
Wang Tianhe stepped back, then stopped, kicked out one foot on the ground, gritted his teeth and rushed towards Zhang Song again.
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"Wanglong Academy, Zhang Songsheng!"
The result was exactly as Xia Yan expected.
"Xia Yan, you feel right again." Michelle looked at Xia Yan with a strange look in her eyes.
When Wang Tianhe and Zhang Song fought just now, Michelle asked Xia Yan who of the two would win in the end. Xia Yan said that Zhang Song was stronger. Now, it was Zhang Song from Wanglong Academy who won.
"Haha!" Xia Yan smiled, "Sister Michelle, you have to work hard!"
Next, the person from Purple Leaf Academy who will appear is Michelle.
After Wang Tianhe withdrew from the field, although he looked a little disappointed, he still completed the task. He won two of the three matches. As long as Purple Leaf Academy wins three more matches, the final winner will be them.
Purple Leaf Academy.
"Brother Wang, thank you for your hard work!" Xia Yan waited for Wang Tianhe to come closer and said to Wang Tianhe with a smile.
Wang Tianhe shook his head, "Zhang Song is indeed stronger than me."
"Xia Yan, are you sure you can deal with Zhang Song?" Wang Tianhe's expression changed, he looked at Xia Yan and asked in a low voice.
"It should be okay." Xia Yan nodded and said.
"Purple Leaf Academy, Mi Xuesheng!"
"Purple Leaf Academy, Mi Xuesheng!"
Mi Xue, like Wang Tianhe, also won two games in a row. In the third match against Zhang Song, although Mi Xue's body skills were light and agile, Zhang Song's sword skills were very defensive, and Mi Xue had very few chances.
After Michelle insisted on tea time, she was defeated in the end.
On the high platform!
"Dean Zhang Deshan, your Wanglong College has already lost four games. If there is one more game, Wanglong College will have to compete for seventh place." Mr. Liu looked at Zhang Deshan and said with a smile, "But this
Zhang Song is really strong, I think he will soon enter the realm of a great spiritual master, right?"
Zhang Deshan's eyes flashed and he sneered, "These two students from Purple Leaf College are really good. However, it's hard to say for the next three competitions. So, can Xia Yan win one of them?"
In Zhang Deshan's view, Xia Yan can hardly win a game.
"Xia Yan's body skills are good, but in a real fight, he only relies on his body skills..." Mr. Qi, who was beside Mr. Liu, shook his head. He didn't seem to be optimistic about Xia Yan either.
"Haha, I don't think Xia Yan's strength is necessarily bad. As long as he wins one of the three games, Purple Leaf Academy will win the final victory." Palace Master Mu said with a smile.
"The results will be out soon." Zhang Deshan looked down.
He didn't believe how powerful Xia Yan, who was only fifteen years old, could be. At fifteen, even if he had been practicing since he was born, he had only been practicing for fifteen years.
How is it possible to start practicing cultivation right from birth?
Therefore, Xia Yan has been practicing for less than fifteen years. And the other students who participated in the exchange meeting are almost all between the ages of twenty-five and thirty. In other words, these students have been practicing for more than ten years.
Many years.
How to make up for ten years? Besides, among the students who can enter the eight first-class colleges in mainland China, which one is not very talented?
Taken together, it is indeed difficult for Xia Yan to win even one game.
On the high platform, not only Zhang Deshan had such a mentality, but also Mr. Liu, Mr. Qi and others felt that Xia Yan was unlikely to win one of the games. After all, the age gap was there. If it was
If people with average talent compete against each other, Xia Yan can still rely on his own talent advantage and may still have a chance, but now all of Xia Yan's opponents are the elite among the elite.
"Liu Yun, why did you bring Xia Yan to the college exchange meeting? There are quite a few geniuses in your Purple Leaf College. If you bring another student with similar strength to Wang Tianhe and Mi Xue,
In the competition between Purple Leaf College and Wanglong College, Purple Leaf College has a great chance of winning." A dean who had a good relationship with Dean Liu Yun said to Liu Yun in a low voice.
Liu Yun turned around with a smile on his face and said, "Since Xia Yan can come to participate in the college exchange meeting, he certainly has enough ability. Haha, you will know after a while."
The dean was slightly startled. He didn't know where Liu Yun's confidence came from.
However, he did not continue to say anything. At this time, no matter how much he said, it was useless.
"Everyone, look, the youngest student is on stage!"
Some viewers pointed at Xia Yan who was walking towards the field and exclaimed.
After Xia Yan changed weapons in the hands of the staff, he walked to the field as if taking a leisurely stroll, waiting for the students from Wanglong Academy.
"I think he is only fifteen or sixteen years old. How can he participate in such an important college exchange meeting? Alas, although Purple Leaf College has won four games, I'm afraid he will still lose the game in the end." There are some very capable people.
The practitioner showed a worried expression.
"Damn it, what on earth is Dean Liu Yun of Purple Leaf College thinking? Why do you let such young students participate in the exchange meeting?"
There are also viewers who support Purple Leaf Academy and are a little angry. They want Purple Leaf Academy to win, but now...
As for those who support Wanglong Academy, although Wanglong Academy has lost four games before, their expressions are relaxed at this time.
"The young student seems to be very confident."
Someone saw Xia Yan's relaxed expression and even held the weapon and stick in his hand casually, so they said loudly.
At this time, Xia Yan really didn't feel like he was in a fierce competition, but like he was watching a game.
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"etc!"
When the tall female student from Wanglong Academy was about to come on stage, Zhang Song suddenly stopped her.
The female student turned around and looked at Zhang Song in confusion. After two consecutive defeats, the female student from Wanglong Academy could hardly suppress her anger.
Zhang Song's eyes were stern and he said slowly, "If we lose another game, then our college will lose. So, at this critical moment, I should go first."
Zhang Song was also extremely thoughtful, and now it was a critical moment. Although he didn't think much of Xia Yan, but just to be sure, he still decided to play on his own. Looking at Xia Yan's leisurely look, could he have some powerful means?
"Yeah." The female student nodded, stepped back, and stood outside the venue again.
"Hmph, I want to see what kind of mystery you are making." Zhang Song sneered, changed his weapon, and strode towards the field.
"I think this person named Xia Yan probably didn't think he was going to win, so he was so relaxed." Gao Hai was unhappy and said loudly.
Zhang Song, who had already walked to the field, heard this and thought, "Is it possible that Xia Yan really doesn't want to win and is just showing up? But why did Old Liu Yun bring him here? Just
Aren’t you afraid of being scolded? Would those students at Purple Leaf College agree?”
"Perhaps this Xia Yan has a special relationship with Liu Yun?"
Zhang Song shook his head to get rid of distracting thoughts, "No matter what, I just have to be careful. If Xia Yan has any hidden tricks..."
While the thoughts in Zhang Song's mind were spinning, he kept staring at Xia Yan, who was not far across the way.
Although Xia Yan was less than ten meters in front of him, there was still no serious expression on Xia Yan's face at this time. He just stood there casually. The long stick in his hand was like an ordinary person carrying a stick.
A stick is like driving away the livestock you raise.
All of this made Zhang Song somewhat unacceptable. As soon as he got rid of the distracting thoughts, many distracting thoughts arose again.
"Two students, are you ready?" the staff asked at this time.
The two of them nodded in agreement at the same time.
"The competition has officially begun!" the staff member shouted.
"Whoosh~"
As soon as the staff member finished speaking, everyone saw a figure in the field, which was like a wisp of smoke, and instantly lost its trace. Zhang Song's eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously danced the long stick in his hand to create a shadow, and the space in front of him was airtight.