When the spirit revives, my plants will transform

He Wenyan, who was staying at the center of the typhoon, still didn't speak.

The storm outside was still fierce, and it was not easy for He Wenyan to take advantage of the difficult environment.

He Wenyan didn't respond to him, and Chen Shuhang didn't bother to shout.

He glanced at the high-speed rotating typhoon in front of him, raised his lips, and said in a deep voice:

"West Sea Dragon Palace."

The blue formation opened high in the sky, and a loud dragon roar came from high in the sky.

A giant seawater dragon, one hundred meters long and ten meters in diameter, hovered in the sky.

"Deal with the typhoon in front of you." Chen Shuhang ordered.

He was too lazy to fight He Wenyan anymore.

He looked down upon a turtle who could only hide.

The hundred-meter-long seawater dragon stared at the typhoon on the battlefield with its red eyes, and rushed down with the heavy rain.

He Wenyan, who was in the center of the typhoon, heard the roar of the dragon, and his heart was full of anxiety, and his voice became urgent:

"What should I do? The opponent has used his ultimate move!"

He Wenyan was almost dying of anxiety, and his whole body was in a state of anxiety.

The centaur knight he had summoned earlier had been blocked by Chen Shuhang's Yaksha and was unable to come to help.

Just now, in order to heal his injuries, he summoned Infantry No. 4, which consumes a lot of spiritual energy.

The longer the battle lasts, the more dangerous it becomes for He Wenyan.

He Wenyan frowned and reached out to cancel the move when a hundred-meter-long giant dragon fell from the sky and hit the center of the typhoon dozens of meters high.

"Ah!" At this moment, He Wenyan screamed, and his body was damaged again.

The center of the typhoon could not withstand the fierce impact of the sea dragon, and was forced to break through the defense.

Without defense, He Wenyan was knocked away by the sea dragon.

Facing this round of attacks from the giant dragon, the defensive spiritual equipment worn by He Wenyan fell to pieces on the spot.

He Wenyan was hit by the giant dragon and embedded in the earth.

A ten-meter-wide pit appeared on the battlefield.

In the deep pit, lying completely unconscious, He Wenyan had broken bones all over his body and looked like he was about to expire.

"Something's happened!" He shouted to the healing teacher on the edge of the battlefield.

He stepped forward quickly, one step ahead of the host and referee, controlled the flying spiritual tool, flew down into the pit, and began to treat He Wenyan.

The healing teacher healed with his left hand, and touched He Wenyan's neck with his right hand. He could still feel the beating, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, I'm not dead, I'm still alive." The healing teacher comforted himself.

He knew the origin of He Wenyan, the son of Commander He Lu, the leader of the Guangdong Demon Hunting Alliance.

If He Wenyan died in school, there would be big trouble.

Even if all the students participating in the freshman competition signed a death disclaimer, if someone really died, the school would still have a headache.

Under the full treatment of the healing teacher, He Wenyan recovered.

"Classmate He Wenyan, it's a pity that you lost this battle." The healing teacher told him the cruel fact without expression.

"I understand, thank you teacher." He Wenyan said with regret.

He doesn't feel ashamed when he loses to a powerful opponent, even if he is unwilling to do so.

The healing teacher grabbed He Wenyan's hand and used the flying spiritual tool to take him out of the pit and back to the ground.

Chen Shuhang, who was standing on the battlefield, had released his extraordinary power and returned to his original appearance.

He glanced at He Wenyan: "I hope that next time we meet, your strength can be improved to a higher level."

After saying that, Chen Shuhang turned and left.

He said he was not forgiving, but in his heart he already recognized He Wenyan's strength.

Ordinary opponents cannot stand in front of him for such a long time.

Looking at Chen Shuhang's leaving figure, He Wenyan sighed helplessly and walked down the battlefield unwillingly.

After the contestants went down, the restoration staff came up and restored the venue to its original appearance.

In order to prevent the scene from getting colder, the host spoke in a serious mechanical voice:

"Thank you two students for bringing such a wonderful battle. The ocean dragon that classmate Chen Shuhang just summoned is really eye-catching. It is too huge and has a strong sense of power."

"Classmate He Wenyan failed miserably, but his performance was equally eye-catching."

"The game will continue, please be patient and watch."

In the final round of the third knockout round, Qiao An, Sang Yu, Wu Luo, Luo Jia and others passed smoothly.

At around 32 pm the next day, contestants successfully entered the next round.

The host stood on the battlefield, held the microphone tightly, and announced loudly:

"Congratulations to these 32 students for entering the fourth round of the competition."

"I would like to remind everyone that the later games will become more difficult, so please be prepared."

"If you feel you can't adapt, you can withdraw from the competition."

"Okay, the third round is completely over. The fourth round will start tomorrow. See you tomorrow."

After saying that, the host bowed down to thank the audience.

On the way back, Shen Weixi reminded Sang Yu:

"Sang Yu, the fourth round will be held tomorrow. Be careful. Every contestant who comes to the later rounds is a ruthless character."

Sang Yu responded softly: "Don't worry, I will pay attention. Don't worry too much."

To be honest, Sang Yu was not very sure in his heart.

At this point in the freshman competition, the strength levels of the contestants are basically known.

But knowing is one thing, being able to successfully defeat the opponent is another.

At around eight o'clock the next morning, the battlefield was full of people, and the lively situation of yesterday was restored again.

The host and referee walked onto the court, and after a simple greeting, the draw began immediately.

After the draw, the list appears on the real-time screen.

Sang Yu from the College of Nature VS Xiao Shiquan from the College of Creation.

Sang Yu looked up and saw his name, and walked quickly to the battlefield.

Xiao Shiquan walked up slowly, glanced at Sang Yu, and said nothing for the time being.

Having watched Sang Yu fight several times, Xiao Shiquan knew how much Sang Yu weighed.

"Start." Seeing that the two were ready, the referee announced immediately.

"Abi hell." Xiao Shiquan took the lead in attacking.

He stretched out his hand forward, and the formation appeared in front of him and behind him at the same time.

Twelve metal chains fifty meters long and 50 centimeters in diameter appeared in the formation behind him.

"Go." Xiao Shiquan controlled the chain and attacked Sang Yu.

The chain was so big that Sang Yu didn't dare to be careless, so he immediately summoned Liuli and started to transform.

She used her elemental shaping ability to condense the Red Crystal Tang Sword and Red Crystal Wings.

When the metal chains flew over, Sang Yu flew high into the sky, trying to avoid them.

"You can't escape!" Xiao Shiquan shouted.

The chain immediately flew high into the sky, chasing Sang Yu.

"It turns out he has the ability to track." Sang Yu whispered.

Since you can't avoid it, let's fight head-on. A real woman wants to hit the opponent hard enough to make him cry!