Start From Cultivation University

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Final acceptance? Free tug of war?

After more than 20 days, Chu Yunyi's only feeling when he heard the news at this time was excitement. She got up from the ground, wiped away her tears, graciously moved her arms, and went to look for her teammates.

The other freshmen were doing the same thing with her: the students with the adjacent student numbers were in the same position when they stood in the team, and they quickly formed fifty-two circles according to their respective groups. Chu Yunyi also quickly found his team in the shade of a tree, and sat down in a clearing.

In the context of the competition, there is a natural sense of identity between each other. After sitting down, everyone naturally introduced themselves to each other, complained about the torture of more than 20 days, and then discussed this "final assessment" very intimately.

"The final acceptance is obviously to test the application of spiritual power. With spiritual power, girls can easily move the macho. This competition is the average cultivation level of the people in the group... How many people in our group have reached the qi? "

"I'm here, and he, he, she... almost half of them broke through, right?"

"Half of the people is not too much, right? What if you get a group of people who are in the Qi refining period as soon as you come up? Then they might be able to throw us as yo-yos."

"This shouldn't be possible... Well, the old man, please bless me, don't draw a perverted group as soon as you come up..."

A group of people talked about it, and each of them began to pose in prayer. But when everyone put their hands together and burned incense to the sky, a very cold voice came out.

"Bless? What's the use of shouting blessing here? Do you really want Sanqing to look at you more because of this mess? Rather than relying on those illusory luck, think about how to improve your strength."

This was quite strong, and instantly interrupted the chattering nonsense around him. A group of people couldn't help being led to look at the sound, and they realized that it was the young man named Xie Tianyang who was making the sound. At this moment, he sat up, folded his arms and scanned the classmates in front of him, with disdain written all over his face.

"Drawing lots is not something we can control. Then, it makes no sense to put our minds on it."

Xie Tianyang faced the classmates who burned incense to the sky, and said coldly: "Now time is limited, one more minute is wasted. Since you want to win, you can practice more quickly while you are here. What's the use of asking for sanqing? Just deceive yourself and others."

The crowd who was chatting just now became quiet for a moment. Several classmates who took the lead in praying for God couldn’t hold their faces, and said to him displeasedly: "You said you want to practice, then how do you practice? Tomorrow will start the competition, three days in a row, this will improve even if you want to practice. Not much, right?"

"Use your brain. If you are just checking and accepting personal training results, those regular events are enough, why add this special competition?"

Xie Tianyang said: “Obviously, this is to test the ability of immortal cultivators to use spiritual power in collaboration. Everyone has the same level of cultivation, so it is not only the average strength that determines success or failure. More importantly, it is to explore how to achieve team performance through joint attacks. Have the ability to play to the maximum."

As he said, he picked up a rock from the side, put his hand on it, and glanced at a boy next to him: "You hold the other side."

"Huh? What are you doing..."

The boy who was ordered didn't say the second half of his sentence, he thought that Tian Yang squinted slightly, and the sharp expression of a wild wolf flashed in his eyes. The invisible pressure made him close his mouth, obediently put his hand on the stone, and in accordance with the way Xie Tianyang said, he moved his spiritual power with some difficulty.

"Release, release, then release... Okay, stop! Close! That's it. Can you feel my spiritual power? You take a little more and blend it into my spiritual power... Yes, just follow this one now Maintain the range, I will guide..."

The surrounding classmates craned their necks and watched the stone tremble slightly under their hands. Xie Tian raised his brows and frowned, while the boy who had been ordered by him was already sweating profusely. After a while, the two moved their hands, and the stone did not look abnormal.

But then, they thought that Tian Yang raised his knuckles and tapped lightly on the stone, and then the stone that looked tightly cracked was like a knock on an egg. When they looked inside, they found the innermost layer of stone. It's turned into a fan!

"In the previous exercise of boxing, the spiritual power of a row of people could directly break the tree, and the damage was not scattered over the blockbuster, but concentrated on a few points. This shows that there must be a maximum of spiritual power integration. A good output angle. At that angle, the spiritual power between different people is superimposed. If you cooperate well, you can achieve the effect of one plus one greater than two."

Xie Tianyang looked at the dumbfounded classmates in front of him, pointed to the stone and said, "This is the proof. Spiritual power works on the stone like this, and it works the same on the opponent during tug-of-war. As long as ten people hold the rope, it remains the same. From the perspective of the best input, the spiritual power exerted can surpass the power of ten people."

"...Fuck, awesome!"

A group of people were dumbfounded~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The unhappy mood just now was immediately suppressed. A few people who were still dissatisfied stopped talking. On the contrary, a few others immediately began to show their loyalty: "Brother, this wave has mixed up with you! Let's look for angles and practice for a few days, so that we will surely be able to enter the quarterfinals. what!"

"The quarterfinals?" Xie Tianyang snorted when he heard this. "There are eighty people in the quarterfinals. What's so great about entering the quarterfinals? Since you want to play, you must...get the first place! "

"...what?"

A group of people were silly for a few seconds before someone cautiously said: "Classmate, this... can't you talk too much, right?"

"Leave a good way for yourself from the beginning, how can you get good results?" Xie Tianyang shook his head, "This kind of selection is obviously for selecting potential training targets. Since the resources are limited, except for the first, the rest are the rest. The ranking is meaningless."

"This... what if you encounter a group of Qi refining?"

"I don't care who the opponent is. All I care about is whether he gets the best. No matter who it is, as long as you fight for this position with me, then I will stay with you to the end."

Xie Tianyang paused at this point, and then glanced at everyone in front of him with irresistible eyes: "Our team must win the finals. If you don't want to compete for this resource, you can apply for a change now, and I will also talk to the teacher. I'm talking about individual people. At that time, I pray that we don't meet on the field."

When the group was divided, the leader of each group was not designated, but after Xie Tianyang said this, no one dared to refute it. He just sat there, holding his chest in front of him, looking at the surrendered classmates in front of him, and finally landed on Han Jiangchen who was sitting in the corner.

"Hey, over there, are you in our group?"