"They are from the Swire Academy." Li Zhun walked out of the crowd, "Why did you come here? The ceremony is about to begin."

Li Zhun was also the third person among the seven stars. Wei Long didn't dare to be too presumptuous when he saw him, so he snorted and left.

Zhan Zhan followed Li Zhun to the center of the venue, "Rite? What kind of ritual? Are you knelt together and kowtow?"

After several days of getting along, Li Zhun's impression of this playboy has improved a lot. Because of Zhan Lei, he vaguely regarded him as his younger brother. Now when he heard him say such unsense words, he was both angry and funny, "Your brother should have insisted on sending you under his nose to watch!"

Zhan Zhan said casually: "It's the same for you to look at me now."

Li Zhun's face froze, sighed with regret, and said, "Before the competition, the four major colleges will send representatives to summarize the new breakthroughs in sword intent theory of their respective colleges every year and discuss them. Your brother has also acted as a person, and this time it is Lan Junyuan."

Zhan Zhan quietly bumped into Han Feixie, "Are you going?"

Han Feixie said with a expressionless face: "What are you summarizing up? Does the smell of Jian Zun Yuan Dan?"

Zhan Zhan: "..."

Under the leadership of Li Zhun, the two walked into the team of Diguang Academy. Lan Junyuan was wearing a moon-white robe, with sky-blue silk threads embroidered on the collar and sleeves. At first glance, they looked clean and simple, but in fact they were exquisite and complex. Others were handsome, and at this time they looked even more outstanding.

Zhan Zhan saw Yun Shuiling throwing admiring eyes at him from time to time, and was not worth it for Han Feixie. He couldn't help but bump into Han Feixie and said, "You are much better-looking than him." This is flattery, and it is even more true. Lan Junyuan's handsomeness is still in the human category, and Han Feixie is already extraordinary.

Han Feixie does not like others to discuss his appearance. First, his appearance is not unique, but a symbol of the eldest son of the Han family. There is nothing to show off. He has thought more than once that if Han Feiyu was born first, his face would be replaced. Second, as a man, he always hopes that others will pay more attention to his inner self and strength. But strangely, he doesn't feel rejected when he hears Zhan Zhan's praise, and even feels a little secretly happy?

He felt that his problems were getting worse and worse.

Zhan Zhan said: "What do you think of Princess Shuiling?"

Han Feixie felt a vague unhappiness in his heart and asked calmly: "What's the matter?"

"The appearance, family background, and temperament are good. I think the personality is quite gentle." Zhan Zhan paused, not knowing what to say. He analyzed his mentality, probably because he couldn't stand the protagonist he supported being pried into a corner. Yun Shuiling was originally Han Feixie's harem, but now he has turned to the enemy's arms. It's so unconscionable.

"Do you like her?"

Han Feixie's cold words made Zhan Zhan stunned.

"Do you like her?" Han Feixie saw that he didn't respond and asked again with a good temper.

"How is that possible?" Zhan Zhan quickly denied, "We are cousins."

Han Feixie said: "Isn't it good to have a kiss?"

"Not good! The child born will be stupid."

Although he didn't know why he said that, his decisive attitude still pleased Han Feixie, making him no longer worry about this issue.

Representatives of the four major academies came on stage one after another. The other three academies were not seed players from the three major academies, which shows that the major academies did not value the exchange of results. Zhan Zhan thought about it and understood the reason. The four major academies were so competitive that they wanted to hide all the good things as secret weapons. How could they publicly advertise them? Sure enough, Lan Junyuan, as the last representative of the host, went up, and was walking on the catwalk, and he talked a little nonsense and then got off.

As the organizer of the conference, Tao Cheng went up to say a few words, and then announced that the lottery will start in the afternoon.

Zhan Zhan and Han Feixie followed Li Zhun to have dinner in the cafeteria.

Zhan Zhan saw Lan Junyuan and others sitting on the other side, and uneasyly pushed Li Zhun's arm and said, "Aren't you with them?" It makes sense that he was so worried. After all, the main story of Han Feixie is definitely not the academy, and he doesn't know when he will stay. Li Zhun is really worth it because they offended Lan Junyuan and Wei Sheng.

Li Zhun saw through what he was thinking and said indifferently: "We were not with them at all."

He used "we", and Zhan Zhan immediately thought of referring to Li Zhun and Zhan Lei. Yes, Zhan Lei is a member of the Zhan family, and in terms of threats, he is far better than himself. Wei Sheng, Lan Junyuan and others will definitely not be with him. Since Li Zhun is a good friend of Zhan Lei, he is naturally not the same person.

"What did they do to you after my brother left, right?" he asked worriedly.

Li Zhun looked at him and was a little funny, "What do you think will happen?"

"Well."

"You're thinking too much."

"…I'm worried about you."

Li Zhun patted his head, "Worry about poverty."

Han Feixie turned his head to look at Zhan Zhan's head, feeling that he didn't like him no matter how he looked at it.

Zhan Zhan lowered his head to eat. Halfway through the meal, he found that Han Feixie's hand slowly touched his head. It felt like... wiped his hand. "Have you wiped it clean?" he asked angrily.

Han Feixie wiped it for a while before he took it back with satisfaction: "It feels good."

Zhan Zhan: "..." It's washing your hands before meals, not wiping your hands during meals?! Where did the problem come from?

In the afternoon, seven students from the four major academies lined up in four rows, with a box at the top of the team. Each box contained the names of other contestants except the academy. Each person competed two games, one of them was drawn, and one was drawn.

Zhan Zhan and Han Feixie both had a secret bag in their hands, and asked them not to open it.

Zhan Zhan's hands were itchy, and he couldn't help but open Han Feixie's, and found two words written on it, with a symbol on it - Nan Yao, Cha Cha.

Han Feixie kneaded the paper into a ball and threw it away.

Zhan Zhan said heartbrokenly: "Don't throw it away, this is an amulet."

Han Feixie said: "What if I really can't get it?"

Zhan Zhan said in shock: "You want to fight Nan Yao?"

Han Feixie said: "I am not here to bully the weak."

Zhan Zhan: "..." The difference between the protagonist and the supporting role is here. He held the tip in his arms and thought silently: Don't want Nan Yao, don't want Nan Yao, don't want Nan Yao...

The lottery results are out.

Zhan Zhan drew not Nan Yao, but... Dragon Flag, Holy Light Academy no.1.

When he saw this post signing, he only had one thought, why didn’t Li Zhun write more names?

However, Han Feixie did not draw Nan Yao either. He was lucky enough to draw no.1 from Baimeng Academy - Kong Yanzi.

Zhan Zhan looked at the signature in his hand and thoughts were a little complicated. Maybe this was fate. Although Han Feixie did not enter Baimeng Academy according to the original route, the development of the story still made him and Kong Yanzi meet.

This is fate.

He was sad again because he didn't know his ending. There was no news yet. Although Emperor Yun Mu did not openly take action, he felt that Emperor Yun Mu was waiting for an opportunity to catch all the things in one place.

After seeing Zhan Zhan draw, Han Feixie's face became very dark, and he couldn't help but touch the back of his head and said, "What do you think?"

Zhan Zhan said: "I miss my father."

Han Feixie paused. If he could comfort his family, when it comes to his family, his own family's problems are even more serious and he has no qualifications to comfort people at all.

The results of their lottery draws came out, and the results of the other three academies also came out.

Zhan Zhan’s other opponent is Gu Fan, a student from Taikoo Academy, and Han is not Xie—

As he wished, Nan Yao drew him.

The two of them looked at each other through the two teams.

Zhan Zhan sighed: It is worthy of being the world of novels, with handsome men as rampant as flowers.

Unlike Han Feixie's beauty and Lan Junyuan's handsomeness, Nan Yao is upright and sunny and very masculine. He looks a little old, just look at Zhan Zhan. People with such a look are simply like an old cow eating young grass when fighting Han Feixie.

He told Han Feixie this idea, and was knocked hard on the head several times.

The lottery is over and the ceremony is over. Each player is optimistic about the time of his competition and just come to participate on time.

Zhan Zhan and Han Feixie went home to see Ferrari first, and found that it made them fall asleep. After A Meng was still guarding it by the side, he went back to his room to rest. They had a game the next day.

They are all Taikoo Academy. Zhan Zhan’s opponent is Gu Fan, and Han Feixie’s opponent is Nan Yao, one morning and one afternoon.

Zhan Zhan was very nervous before he came on stage and couldn't help but pull Han Feixie and kept talking.

Han Feixie said: "You dare to fight Shui Chilian, are you still afraid of him?"

"..." Zhan Zhan said, "But I lost that time."

Han Feixie said: "Treat him as a substitute of Shui Chilian and beat him back."

...

Gu Fan stood on the court and was about to say hello to his opponent, but he found that his opponent stared at him with sharp eyes, and there was a faint flame burning.

Gu Fan: "..."

The result of the battle between the Sword Master and Jian Kui is no surprise.

Zhan Zhan went up tremblingly and came down proudly.

Han Feixie handed him a handkerchief, "It's a good fight."

Zhan Zhan wiped his face and said, "I wish I could have been beaten like this."

The two turned around, Gu Fan ran away with his eyes covering his eyes.

In the afternoon, Han Feixie faced Nan Yao. Time was gone, and the sidelines were crowded.

As soon as Zhan Zhan entered the court, he felt that the oxygen was sucked away by others, leaving only carbon dioxide. He looked up at Han Feixie's figure. Han Feixie stood on the sidelines and looked indifferently at the joyful cheerleaders of the Swire Academy.

Zhan Zhan felt that losing was not the best. He jumped up and waved his handkerchief, "Zhan Zheng, Zhan Zheng, Zhan Zheng, you can't win!"

Unfortunately, his voice was too weak and he was soon drowned in the crowd.

Only Han Feixie looked at him and smiled.

The competition officially begins.

Nan Yao and Han Feixie stood on the stage, allowing the wave of cheering below to rise up.

Nan Yao said: "You are the youngest sword king I have ever met."

Han Feixie said: "I will be the youngest sword saint." In front of outsiders, he did not brag about his cowhide to the maximum.

"Arrogant person." Nan Yao said, "Although I am a small step behind, I will catch up soon."

Han Feixie raised his eyebrows.

"And, even if it is the Sword Lord, I may not lose!" Nan Yao said, with his hands on him, a huge sword balloon slowly formed in front of him, like a huge shield.

Han Feixie looked at it calmly. Wu Xiangzhi once said that one of Nan Yao's unique skills is the Qi Shield. It is not only a shield, but also used as a means of attack.

The Qi shield suddenly rushed towards Han Feixie.

The cold is leaping upwards.

The Qi shield spreads out and covers the entire arena. Just when the Han Feixie comes down, it will definitely fall into the Qi shield.
Chapter completed!