However, everything had to be carried out according to the procedures. The two girls withdrew and the students behind them came forward to test one by one. None of them were as stunning as the two girls. Many new students were still in the realm of ordinary martial arts.
After only testing a few dozen students, it can be seen that, generally speaking, the students from the Royal Academy are better. After all, even those dudes who do not seek advancement and have strong parents and a large amount of resources can still
Most ordinary people are left behind.
What's more, due to the intrigues and power struggles among the aristocratic families, many aristocratic students are also extremely motivated. This means that others have better backgrounds than ordinary people and work harder than ordinary people. Their future achievements are beyond the reach of most people.
Soon, all the freshmen from the two colleges had basically finished the test. Shen Dafu stepped forward to take the test. He had a fifth-grade earth spiritual root and a first-level spiritual martial arts cultivation level. Overall, he was at an intermediate level.
Zhou Xing followed Shen Dafu.
When he approached the stone monument, the Royal Academy student who had just completed the test raised his middle finger at him and said contemptuously: "Wucheng's chicken, go back quickly!"
Zhou Xing turned a deaf ear to him and didn't even look at him. He pressed his palms on the stone tablet, and brilliant blue-purple light emanated from the stone tablet.
"Seventh grade thunder spirit root, cultivate to the third level of spiritual martial arts!"
As soon as the announcement was made, the man who raised the middle finger immediately shut his mouth and walked into the Royal Academy team with a livid face.
The number of freshmen in the two colleges was about the same. Finally, from the Royal College, a young man with a tall figure, three-dimensional features, and sharp edges stood with his hands behind his hands, standing in front of the stone monument with his eyes closed, as if waiting.
After the last few people from Wucheng College were tested one by one, it was the turn of the last person - Xiao Yuanfeng.
At this time, the young man from the Royal Academy finally opened his eyes, squinted at Xiao Yuanfeng, and said calmly: "I heard that you are the strongest freshman in Wucheng Academy this year. I hope you won't disappoint me, otherwise this year-end exam will be no fun at all.
Already."
Hearing this, Xiao Yuanfeng clenched his fists, then immediately released them, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, the Second Prince, Xiao will not let you down."
The two immediately started testing, and the bright golden light shone in all directions. It seemed that they were competing against each other, but in the end, the light on the left side overwhelmed the right side and was even better.
"Seventh grade golden spiritual root, cultivate to the fifth level of spiritual martial arts!"
"Seventh grade golden spiritual root, cultivate to the fifth level of spiritual martial arts!"
The two of them actually got the same result, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that the second prince on the left was stronger.
The corners of the second prince's mouth raised slightly, he looked at Xiao Yuanfeng and said: "Not bad, let me see how your combat power is next!"
Xiao Yuanfeng said coldly: "You will see it soon."
"Who is that person?" Zhou Xing from behind asked Shen Dafu beside him.
The latter immediately replied: "The second prince, Qi Ming, is said to be as talented as your Majesty. Many people secretly say..."
Shen Dafu leaned close to Zhou Xing's ear and continued at a volume that only the two of them could hear: "If the current prince hadn't been born a few years earlier, I'm afraid who might not have taken the throne!"
Zhou Xing's eyes narrowed. No wonder this person could surpass Xiao Yuanfeng. The latter has been the freshman with the strongest comprehensive strength in Wucheng College for more than ten years. If he hadn't had the chance, he didn't know if he would have been able to catch up with Xiao Yuanfeng's cultivation progress.
As for the royal family's private affairs, it has nothing to do with me...
After the cultivation test was over, Qi Zhongzheng immediately asked people to remove the stone tablet, and then said: "The next step is the arena competition. Each of the two major colleges will select ten freshmen to compete in a round-robin battle. Whichever college's person stands last will be the winner."
"Now, you have a quarter of an hour to decide who will fight. After a quarter of an hour, the competition starts, and you are not allowed to change the candidates."
The Wucheng Academy consists of ten people including Xiao Yuanfeng, Zhou Xing, Dongfang Yue, Lin Lei, and Yu Cheng, while the Royal Academy consists of Qi Ming, Wei Li, Zhou Ruoyin and others.
Among the former, there is one person who is at the first level of Lingwu, and there is only one person at the fourth level, Yu Cheng. Among the latter, they are all at the second level and above, and there are two people at the fourth level. You can tell who is stronger at a glance.
Which one is weaker, unless there is an exception, and this is the normal situation in the comparison of the strength of the two colleges.
A quarter of an hour later, twenty people were selected to line up, and the rest retreated to the edge of the square to wave flags and cheer for their own students.
Qi Zhongzheng glanced at both sides and shouted: "Please come forward for the first battle."
Among the ten people in the Royal Academy, Zhou Ruoyin looked straight over and shouted: "Dongfang Yue, come out!"
"as you wish."
Dongfang Yue stepped out, and the two walked to a place ten meters apart, staring at each other.
The entire Royal Plaza is extremely spacious, with a fifty-meter radius circled in the middle, which is enough for a competition under the Tianwu realm. If you leave this range, you will lose.
"When the point is reached, one party will admit defeat and stop attacking. Otherwise, he will be severely punished." Qi Zhongzheng retreated to the edge of the competition circle, "The competition begins!"
Before she finished speaking, Zhou Ruoyin couldn't help but attack Dongfang Yue. A faint blue fluorescence emitted from her body, and she violently hit Dongfang Yue's head with her maces.
Dongfang Yue showed no fear, a long red whip appeared in his hand, with flames lingering on it, like a fire snake wrapping around the attacking mace...
The two women had ice and fire, and their attributes were incompatible, but their cultivation level and the level of the martial arts and martial arts they practiced were similar. In the end, they both ran out of spiritual power and were judged to be a draw by Qi Zhongzheng. They were taken to recover by instructors from both schools.
People from the two major colleges took turns to fight. After more than half an hour, another draw occurred. There were four people left in the Royal Academy, and only two people in the Wucheng Academy.
In the VIP table, Chu Xing, the vice-president of the Royal Academy, proudly said to Zhao Chen: "Dean Zhao, your fourth-level Lingwu Yu Cheng has already defeated you. The second prince can defeat the remaining two.
Deal with it, it seems that our Royal Academy won again this time."
The remaining two people in Wucheng Academy are Zhou Xing and Xiao Yuanfeng. Chu Xing believes that if Yu Cheng consumes Qi Ming's spiritual power first, the outcome of Qi Ming and Xiao Yuanfeng is still unknown. Now besides Xiao Yuanfeng, there is only one third level spiritual martial artist, Qi Ming.
With his strong strength, Ming can do one thing and two things, not to mention that there are other people in the Royal Academy.
Although it was like this every year, Zhao Chen still couldn't stand Chu Xing's face and snorted coldly: "It's not over yet!"
In the royal square, Zhou Xing took a deep breath and walked into the competition circle. His opponent was Wei Li, the fourth level spiritual martial artist. He was the son of Marquis Wei and had a seventh-grade wind spirit root.
In the previous battles, no one had successfully crossed the level challenge. It was because the people on the Wucheng Academy side were at a lower level and were crushed by the opponent.
We are all the best people in the entire Qi Kingdom. A higher level means strong spiritual power, proficiency in martial arts and other aspects. We should have an advantage in all aspects, so we can naturally win easily. What's more, the people in Wucheng Academy are at a disadvantage.
It's not because of age, it's just that he is indeed inferior to others.
Wei Li has long and narrow eyes, protruding cheekbones, and blue-black lines on his neck, making him feel very cold.
He looked at Zhou Xing and said proudly: "Untouchable, I don't want to dirty my hands. You must admit defeat immediately and get out, otherwise..."
"No need to do otherwise," Zhou Xing looked at him firmly, "you will only be the loser!"
"I don't know how high the sky is!"
Wei Li's eyes flashed with a strange cyan light, and he actually launched a sneak attack. Zhou Xing, who had been watching him, was unprepared and was hit instantly. His eyes were blank and his consciousness was lost.
"Ha," Wei Li smiled with a smile on his lips, as if he was already thinking about how to defeat Zhou Xing. He looked down on civilians the most, and even hated geniuses among civilians. He had no intention of letting the latter admit defeat.
Only a few people know about his pupil technique, and it has never been used in the Royal Academy, and the others don't even know about it.
Wei Li walked up to Zhou Xing in a few steps and raised his left hand. He had already put on a blue-black glove, and his fingers were extremely sharp.
Most people still don't know what happened on the field, and why the people from Wucheng Academy stood there blankly, motionless. Let alone Wei Li, even a random kid could defeat him.
Although there was a long distance between them, Zhao Chen, who was sitting at the VIP table, could still see the problem at a glance due to his strong strength. He sighed in his heart: He still has too little experience in the industry and his background is shallower than his opponent.
Zhao Chen was about to tell Qi Zhongzheng, who was hosting the competition, to admit defeat for Zhou Xing, when he suddenly felt an aura that was no weaker than his own. He turned around and saw who else could be there besides Chu Xing?
Chu Xing pretended to smile and said: "Zhao Chen and Prince Zhongzheng have not announced a stop, which means that the boy in your college has not completely lost his ability to resist. Are you so anxious to admit defeat for him? If so, why don't Xiao Yuanfeng
There’s no need to take part, you can just abstain.”
"Humph!" Zhao Chen's eyes were cold, but he did not continue to speak.
In the square, Wei Li thrust his left hand forward, and his fingertips stabbed Zhou Xing's right chest hard.
The human heart is usually on the left side, and Wei Li could not kill in public, so he attacked Zhou Xing's right chest, as if the latter was going to be tortured to death.
A ferocious smile appeared on Wei Li's face, his eyes were full of excitement, and his fingertips began to stir in Zhou Xing's chest. Seeing this, Qi Zhongzheng at the edge of the competition circle was ready to announce the result, so that Zhou Xing would not be seriously injured.
Qi Zhongzheng had just opened his mouth and had not yet made any sound. At this time, a gleam of light flashed in Zhou Xing's eyes. He moved and grabbed Wei Li's left wrist with his right hand. At the same time, he swung out his left fist hard and hit Wei Li.
It hit its abdomen like a bent prawn, flew back seven or eight meters, fell to the ground and rolled over.
After temporarily repelling Wei Li, Zhou Xing immediately groaned, looking painful, and covered the bleeding wound on his right chest with his hand.
If the pain caused by Wei Li's injury hadn't allowed him to regain consciousness just now, it would have been hard for him to say that he would have taken advantage of the trick, endured the severe pain, and attacked the opponent sneakily.
Wei Li got up from the ground, wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at Zhou Xingdao like a poisonous snake: "Very good, I hope your resistance can be more intense, so that I can make you pay the maximum price!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Xing only saw a green shadow move. Wei Li was already in front of him. He swung his right claw downwards, and five green and black spiritual blades came towards him.
"What a fast speed!" Zhou Xing was startled, but he was not slow either. There seemed to be blue arcs of electricity under his feet, and his whole body turned into a thunder shadow and flashed aside, dodging Wei Li's blow.
He held a second-level spiritual sword in his hand. The sword was covered with lightning arcs, and the entire spiritual sword gradually became transparent, as if it had turned into real lightning.
"Thunder piercing!" Zhou Xing shouted, holding the spirit sword and striking out quickly, stabbing Wei Li.
Wei Li put his palms together in front of his chest and grabbed the tip of the sword. The friction between the two spiritual weapons made a harsh sound. Under Zhou Xing's impact, he took more than ten steps back to stabilize his body.
The lightning arc on the sword wanted to invade along Wei Li's hands, but it was covered with cyan light, and Wei Li's spiritual power blocked the lightning arc.
Zhou Xing's attack failed, but Wei Li's expression changed and he shouted in disbelief: "How can your spiritual power be so strong!"
"It's you who are so useless!" Zhou Xing's words struck him, making Wei Li's face gloomy as water.
"ah!"
Wei Li shouted angrily and moved his hands to grab the sword, trying to twist the spirit sword out of Zhou Xing's control.
Zhou Xing quickly drew his sword and retreated several meters, but Wei Li's eyes were scarlet red, as if he had lost his mind and fell into a violent state, attacking Zhou Xing fiercely.
The two of them kept colliding, and Wei Li's attacks fell like a violent storm. Zhou Xing was not used to it at first, and he suffered a little loss. The tiger's mouth holding the sword hilt was numbed by the shock, and there were bruises on his arms, back and even neck.
He was caught with quite a few wounds.
However, Zhou Xing quickly learned experience in the battle and gradually became more skillful. No matter how Wei Li attacked, it was difficult to cause any more damage.
The spiritual power of the two people was consumed quickly, and the two spiritual weapons collided directly. There were gaps in the spiritual swords, and the gloves of the spiritual weapons were also damaged, revealing Wei Li's chapped hands.
"Stab it!"
"Crack!"
There was another collision, and Zhou Xing's spiritual sword pierced Wei Li's palm, blood spurted out, and the spiritual sword broke in response, and was shot away by Wei Li.
Zhou Xing knelt on one knee, and Wei Li hunched over. The two of them were panting, and their spiritual energy was almost dry, but they still stared at each other.
Suddenly, Wei Li straightened his back and let out a long roar. A vague wolf head appeared on his head. He jumped up and stayed in the air for several breaths. The huge wolf head on his head became more and more real, as if it were real.
A wolf-like spiritual beast is about to come out of the void.
"It's the three-headed demon wolf," Xiao Yuanfeng in the crowd said softly, "Zhou Xing lost."
Everyone else in Wucheng College also became frustrated. They originally thought that Zhou Xing could give them a surprise, succeed in leaping through the ranks, and give the college a sigh of relief, but it seemed that they were still going to lose.
Shen Dafu felt very uncomfortable after hearing this. Although he initially followed the talented Zhou Xing to please him, Zhou Xing, who was born as a commoner, had basically won his recognition and sincerity, and was not just an investment target.
But Shen Dafu also knows that the three-headed demon wolf is a powerful alien spiritual beast. It is said that it has a trace of the blood of the ancient holy beast Qilin. It is extremely powerful. How can the martial arts related to the three-headed demon wolf not be powerful?
He could only silently cheer for Zhou Xing and look forward to a miracle.
At this moment, Zhou Xing felt a huge threat. His expression was solemn, and he activated the remaining spiritual power in his body. Blue palm prints appeared around him. Despite this, he still felt a huge crisis - his own
I'm afraid Zhao is no match for him!
The wolf head condensed by Wei Li was lifelike, and a pair of wolf eyes seemed to have been fixed on Zhou Xing, ready to choose and devour him at any time.