Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

The short student next to him had a gleam in his eyes.

He quickly merged into the crowd, found a first-year student who knew some details, and brought him to the director.

How could a first-year student not know that the person in front of him was the director of the academy, the nephew of the chief elder of the outer courtyard, so he immediately told him everything he knew.

After hearing this, Shan Zhen waved his hand and asked him to leave, and began to worry in his heart.

At the third level of Vein Condensation, he travels with an alchemist to protect him.

One is surnamed Qi and the other is surnamed Xiao. I've never heard of any famous family between them.

Xiao... Could it be someone from Xianyintai? But his natal magic weapon is not a musical instrument.

Dan Zhen was in a state of hesitation and put the original plan on hold for the time being.

Qi Wu Yue held a blue silk wristband in his hand, but did not tie it around his wrist.

Too ugly, I don't want to wear it.

The jade pendant was hooked between Su Bai's fingertips, swinging back and forth.

The cheap, low-grade jade shone slightly against the backdrop of that beautiful palm, looking extremely noble and exquisite.

Everyone: "This hand... ahem... the jade is pretty good."

"With only the third level of Condensing Veins, he was able to enter the academy. Everyone is of similar age, so how could there be such a big difference in strength? Could it be that he took some elixir to build up his cultivation?" a fourth-year student thought to himself.

If one really relies on elixirs to advance, such a person will only have empty cultivation and his strength will not be that strong.

To tell whether it is true or not, why not give it a try?

The student made up his mind, and immediately jumped onto the stage, shooting out three freezing ice cones from his hands and stabbing them towards Qi Wu Yue.

On the trial platform.

The student holding the long sword was tall and strong, with a sturdy build. He chopped at them with a black iron sword, and leaped into the air to cover them.

He held the knife in both hands, infusing it with spiritual power, and the black iron knife became particularly heavy.

Xiao Lin turned quickly to the side, raised his elbow, clasped his fist to gather strength, leaned sideways, and used his shoulder and elbow as the force point to hit hard.

The student's own huge inertia, coupled with the thrust added by Xiao Lin, made him not hold back at all in that attack, unleashing all his strength. The combination of the two was enough to almost shake the rocks.

The stage was empty, with no support anywhere and nothing to lean on, so the long sword student pounced straight out.

Towards the audience.

The long sword student's face changed instantly, and he tried desperately to stop, but his body still rushed out uncontrollably.

The students below the stage let out a cry of “whoosh” and the crowd quickly surged forward to make way for a passage.

"bang"

Heavy objects fall to the ground.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The long sword student rushed out several feet away and stopped on the ground, his face gloomy enough to drip water.

He was knocked off the stage like this, feeling really frustrated about losing. He turned around and jumped onto the trial stage again, gritting his teeth and saying, "Come again!"

Knocking someone off the stage would earn you a point, which would be recorded in the jade wristband.

At the same time, the huge stone pillars standing in the center of the trial platforms glowed with light, and the score comparison between the two grades was updated in real time.

The trial platform can be used repeatedly, and the long sword student's spiritual power has not yet been exhausted, and he is obviously unwilling to leave in such a mess.

He was knocked down by someone using the opponent's force. He was too embarrassed to face anyone if he told others about it.

He underestimated his enemy. The third graders who had come on stage before were all seventh-level students and were vulnerable, so he earned some contempt from his superiors.

He didn't expect that the man he was fighting with was also an eighth-level cultivator. He was caught off guard for a moment... Now that they are evenly matched, he will definitely use all his strength to deal with him.

The long-sword monk roared, and poured 60% of his spiritual power into the black iron sword, causing a layer of black light to flash on the surface of the magic weapon, and its destructive power was several times more amazing than before.

He chopped quickly with the knife.

This knife weighs several hundred pounds, but in his hand it feels as light as wood. This person must have practiced some kind of physical skills.

The snow-white spirit sword collided with the black iron broadsword, the sound of golden swords pierced the air, and sparks flew.

Xiao Lin raised his sword and fought with him quickly for several rounds, then retreated a few steps. The sword in his hand was still shaking violently and clanging. The opponent's moves were fierce and his strength was enormous.

Seeing this, the long-sword monk snorted complacently: "This is only 50% of my strength. You are no more than that."

"Just now I was ambushed by you. Now I will let you, a pretty boy, know what real strength is!"

He poured his spiritual power into the black iron knife to the maximum extent possible, intending to recover his spiritual energy after this fight, so he used his spiritual power without hesitation.

He raised his long knife and chopped it down on the head. The air on both sides seemed to be cut by the arc of black light.

Xiao Lin stretched out his arm and held the sword. The long sword vibrated rapidly left and right, faster and faster, and he used the thin and tough spirit sword to hit the black knife directly. The speed was incredibly fast, but he used skillful strength, and he hit it left and right more than ten times quickly.

The knife in the student's hand tilted left and right during this process, not only changing its direction, but also destroying the power of the blade.

The last blow of the sword tip hit a numb tendon on the wrist of the long sword monk. The sword infused with spiritual power seemed to be a light tap, but in fact the force was as heavy as a pestle.

A tiny blood vessel on the long-sword monk's arm burst directly.

A sharp pain came over him, and the black iron sword in his hand lost its grip and fell to the ground.

Xiao Lin moved neither hurriedly nor slowly, but his moves were as fast as lightning. He kicked the opponent away with one foot and at the same time snatched the opponent's magic weapon with one hand. He turned the hilt of the sword and the hilt of the knife upside down and struck forward, knocking the opponent off the stage.

The monk with the long sword fell to the ground with his back, and the arm holding the sword was bleeding profusely, but only a small blood vessel was broken and his wrist was not disabled.

The competition is not allowed to cause harm to anyone, but when monks compete, injuries are inevitable.

This person practiced physical skills, but only trained his strength. He did not know how to combine it with defense, and his loopholes were too obvious.

Xiao Lin thought about it, his face calm, and casually threw the black iron knife in his hand back to his side, still looking handsome, gentle and kind.

Here, Qi Wu Yue tilted his head to avoid the ice cone and knocked the man down with a punch.

So what if he has mutated ice spiritual power? The opponent is at level eight, and he is at level three of Condensed Veins, much higher than him. There is no doubt that he will be knocked down with one blow.

Everyone in the audience: One move, awesome! But... I suddenly think the president is very sensible. Why?

Lu Changjue jumped off the stage by himself and turned around to climb onto a trial platform.

If you fail on the challenge stage, you cannot go on again, but there are no restrictions on the trial stage.

He was entrusted by Elder Song this time just to win as many resources as possible for the third grade and narrow the gap between the two sides.

With Qi Wu Yue's current level of cultivation, there is no doubt that he can challenge 30% of the platform's resources.

The fellow student Xiao who was traveling with him was equally strong. He could occupy one of the three trial platforms, and he took another one.

This means 50% of the resources, and with the resources allocated based on points, the third graders can finally win nearly 60% of the resources.

In a sense, he exceeded his target.

Lu Changjue smiled with satisfaction. His temperament was gentle and elegant, but every attack with his hands was extremely violent.

He used his hard finger bones to knock out an eighth-level student, then grabbed him by the neck and threw him down.