After the competition started, the audience suddenly became quiet and turned their attention to the arena.
At this time, Ye Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to sit down, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but his seat was already occupied by Wu Youruo.
The only seat in the crowd happened to be next to Wu Youlan, so Ye Yang had no choice but to sit there.
When Ye Yang sat down, he clearly felt that Wu Youlan's body was tense and she looked very nervous.
However, Ye Yang didn't pay much attention and kept looking at the competition ring.
Seeing that Ye Yang didn't look at her anymore, Wu Youlan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little disappointed in her heart.
At this time, the two people on the ring were already fighting in one place, with sticks and swords going back and forth, and their energy was flowing.
Feng Buping danced with a long stick like a tiger in the wind. Within a radius of about ten feet, there were all stick shadows, like a rolling ball.
However, the long sword in Ye Yuhan's hand was flying up and down without any hesitation. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had passed more than forty moves.
"Brother, do you think who of the two is more successful?" Lan Xiaodie asked.
After hearing this question, the people nearby looked at Lan Wenjun expectantly, wanting to hear what the top martial artist on the list would say.
Lan Wenjun pondered for a moment and said seriously, "I think Ye Yuhan will win. Although they are only attacking tentatively now and have not used their full strength, there is a mysterious aura about Ye Yuhan that even I am afraid of."
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"What, no?" Everyone was shocked. What could be as powerful as Lan Wenjun to be afraid of?
Meng Fei was even more surprised, because Lan Wenjun's evaluation was almost exactly the same as what Ye Yang said.
While everyone was talking, more than a hundred moves had passed, and Feng Buping shouted "Fire Cloud Stick"
As Feng Buping shouted, an iron rod instantly turned red, and the audience close to the ring felt a wave of heat coming over them.
"It seems that Feng Buping is about to use a special move. The Fire Cloud Stick is a basic Xuan-level combat skill and is very powerful."
"Feng Buping has defeated many strong opponents with this move, which can be regarded as his trump card."
Facing the oncoming fire stick, Ye Yuhan still had an indifferent expression. When he shook his sword, an icy chill instantly filled the air.
The long sword in Ye Yuhan's hand was immediately coated with a layer of white frost, but this layer of white frost contained endless destructive power.
"boom"
The swords and sticks intersected, and the strong energy surged around like an explosion, and the nearby spectators were suddenly shocked.
Everyone looked at the ring again. Ye Yuhan was not moving at all, but Feng Buping was shaken a dozen steps away. Fortunately, the ring was big enough. If it were a normal ring, he would have been shaken off the stage.
Feng Buping was also shocked. The blow just now made his blood surge and he almost couldn't hold the long stick.
"Very well, newcomer, you are very strong, but I will let you know that old student is definitely not as simple as you think." As he spoke, Feng Buping's momentum changed, and instantly his momentum became much stronger.
Ye Yuhan didn't reply, just looked at him coldly.
"Wow, Feng Buping has been forced into a desperate situation by the new students, and he has already started to use his special moves."
"Being able to force Feng Buping to use his special moves, this newcomer is really powerful. Even if he loses, it won't be a shame."
Suddenly, he felt that Feng Buping's aura was much stronger than before, and his current cultivation level was infinitely close to the peak of a warrior.
The new students were all surprised. Seeing that everyone in Bahuang City was very puzzled, Wu Youruo explained to everyone.
It turns out that in addition to martial arts and combat skills, there is also a secret book called Secret Technique in this world.
The secret method is very cherished. There is only one copy in the Scripture Collection Pavilion of Tianwu Academy, and the price of learning it is actually up to 800,000 points, which makes all the students sigh.
And on the mainland, it is vast and boundless, and there are always some lucky people who will get some adventures.
Feng Buping had a secret method passed down from his ancestors, but this secret method was incomplete.
When used, it can only barely improve the cultivation level by a small level, and after use, it will enter a long period of weakness, which has great disadvantages.
Feeling the powerful aura in his body, Feng Buping smiled confidently, "Boy, you have to be prepared. If you can't take it, admit defeat as soon as possible to avoid getting hurt."
Ye Yuhan's face was still cold, but his eyes revealed a strong fighting spirit, and he slowly raised the sword in his hand.
Following Ye Yuhan's movements, the air seemed to condense, and within a few feet of him as the center, snowflakes slowly appeared.
"Oh my god, what kind of energy is this?"
"This seems to be the legendary variant type of water attribute Qi - ice attribute"
"I didn't expect it to be so powerful. I felt chills in my body outside. Feng Buping opposite him must have been even more strenuous."
Seeing that Ye Yuhan's momentum was slowly gathering, as his momentum increased, the pressure on him also increased.
No, he must be interrupted. At this time, Feng Buping had completely lost the confidence he had just now.
Use all your energy and shout "Beacon Fire Kill"
As if he didn't see the oncoming Feng Buping, he still raised the long sword upward at the same frequency as before, until it was raised above his head, and the cold light on the tip of the sword flashed away.
Ye Yang's heart trembled. He felt that Ye Yuhan was like a sharp blade unsheathed, cutting through all obstacles in front of him.
When Lan Wenjun saw this scene, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip. Even though he was calm, he could not hide the horror in his heart.
At the same time, in a quiet room deep in the college, Bai Yunzi and the original examiner were enjoying a cup of tea in front of a jade wall.
But when the two of them saw Ye Yuhan and the sword in his hand flashed with cold light, they put down their teacups at the same time, their eyes full of surprise.
Just when Feng Buping's long stick was about to attack Ye Yuhan, Ye Yuhan's long sword also reached its highest point and slashed forward with a cold light.
"Broken Ice"
There was a "bang" sound, which made everyone's ears roar.
People near the ring couldn't hear any sound for a moment, and their eardrums were shattered by the shock.
A figure flew out in embarrassment and fell directly outside the ring. Everyone took a closer look and gasped.
I saw that Feng Buping's long stick had been broken into two pieces, and a long wound on his chest was dripping blood.
The entire audience fell silent, and some people swallowed hard.
"Sword...meaning" I didn't know who it was, and spat out this word tremblingly.
"How is it possible, he actually understood the meaning of the sword?" Everyone still couldn't believe it.
Sword intention, also known as the artistic conception of the sword, is when the swordsman concentrates his whole body, heart and soul on the sword, causing the sword to resonate and produce endless killing power.
The weapons of both of them are ordinary refined weapons with the same hardness. In terms of density, the long stick is stronger.
But now, the long stick has been cut into two pieces by the long sword, and it is obvious that Ye Yuhan understands the sword's intention.
In the secret room, Bai Yunzi stroked his beard and laughed, "Although it is only the prototype of Sword Intent, its potential will be unlimited in the future. If Sword Intent can be achieved, it will definitely shine on the mainland."
At this moment, Feng Buping's face turned pale. At that moment, he seemed to have seen the God of Death waving to him.
Feng Buping bowed to Ye Yuhan on the stage and said loudly, "Thank you for your mercy."
Although Feng Buping was defeated, he was convinced of his defeat. He knew that if Ye Yuhan hadn't withdrawn part of his strength in the last blow, he would have been injured even more seriously.
Ye Yuhan just nodded indifferently, without any emotion or any joy of victory.
"The winner, Ye Yuhan, will receive half of Feng Buping's points and the right to temporarily stay in a ninth-level mansion," the referee's voice came.
In the eyes of everyone with envy and awe, Ye Yuhan left the ring, but he did not leave the venue, but came directly to Ye Yang.
"I heard it's you next time," Ye Yuhan said.
"good"
"After you deal with him, I hope to challenge you." Ye Yuhan's words surprised everyone. He had already understood the meaning of the sword. Who else at the same level would accept his challenge?
"Okay, but I have conditions." Ye Yang thought for a while and said.
"What conditions?"
"If you lose, you have to be my follower, how about that?" Ye Yang stared at Ye Yuhan closely and asked.
What? Ye Yang actually wants to take Ye Yuhan, who has already understood the sword's will, as his follower? Is this a joke?
Any warrior who understands the meaning of the sword is destined to rise to the top in the world of cultivation. He actually wants to take someone as his follower. It is simply a daydream.
"Okay" Ye Yuhan agreed without thinking.
Ye Yang was stunned and said with a smile, "You agree just like that? If you lose, there will be no room for regrets."
"I will not lose, let alone someone with a lower level of cultivation than myself," Ye Yuhan said coldly, with strong confidence in his tone.
But no one dares to laugh at him, because he does have this strength.
"Okay, you are indeed a genius who has understood the meaning of the sword. It is true that only such a strong and confident person can understand the meaning of the sword," said Lan Wenjun, who had never spoken.
But Ye Yuhan glanced at Lan Wenjun and said nothing. He found an empty seat and sat down, "I'll watch your next competition here."
Obviously the last sentence was directed at Ye Yang. Lan Caidi was immediately furious and wanted to run over to teach this rude guy a lesson.
However, Lan Wenjun was not angry at all. He stopped Lan Xiaodie and said, "This is his path of cultivation. The path of a swordsman is full of loneliness. He must maintain this artistic conception in order to enter a higher realm."
Only then did everyone suddenly realize, and at the same time they couldn't help but admire Lan Wenjun's mind. This was the style of the top master in the academy.
While they were talking here, another large number of people came in at the door, this time there were hundreds of people.
The leader was a man in white clothes, about twenty years old, with fair skin. He looked good, but Ye Yang felt that this man was very gloomy, which was completely opposite to Lan Wenjun's sunny aura.
The person behind him, whom Ye Yang knew, was Mu Bai. Now he had broken through to the level of a martial artist.
Looking back, he saw a familiar face, but Ye Yang didn't recognize it, but after thinking about it for a moment, Ye Yang knew that this person looked like Zhao Zihao, so it was most likely Zhao Zilong.
A group of people came to the stand next to Ye Yang in a mighty manner. The students in the stand all moved out of the way and immediately gave way to the stand.
The man in white clothes at the head glanced at Ye Yang and said, "A boy with no hair on his head dares to be the first. Aren't you afraid of dying without a burial place?"
The expressions of everyone in Bahuang City suddenly changed. (To be continued)