One morning has passed, and the number of applicants has reached more than one hundred, among which the lowest level of strength is Huang Xuan.
The sun was shining and it was already noon.
When there was almost no one at the registration desk, a woman in red came and walked to the registration desk and stopped.
With picturesque features, she definitely looks like a great beauty, but the scar on the left half of her face compromises her original beauty.[
The instructor responsible for recording the applicants asked without even raising his eyes: "What's your name?"
"Luo Qingyue!" Luo Qingyue answered neatly.
The instructor was writing to record it, but when he heard the name, his hand stopped and the brush almost fell to the ground.
He raised his head and glanced at the person.
The instructor frowned, raised his hand to hold the frame on the bridge of his nose, and asked, "Luo Qingyue?" His tone was somewhat questioning.
Luo Qingyue looked at the forty-year-old mentor in front of her and nodded expressionlessly, confirming.
"Luo Qingyue from Class A of the Chixuan Department? The Holy Emperor's Jade Girl?" A hint of shock flashed in the instructor's eyes.
I still don't quite believe it.
Luo Qingyue raised her eyebrows in displeasure: "Is there a second Luo Qingyue in Holy Emperor Academy?"
The implication is, mentor, don’t you think the question you asked is idiotic?
The instructor looked at Luo Qingyue and didn't take her words to heart.
Although Luo Qingyue is a noble daughter of the Holy Emperor, her physique and strength are indeed useless and have zero profound strength.
Sign up today to take part in the competition. Isn’t this tantamount to seeking death?
"Teacher, is there a rule that says you cannot sign up for the Chi Xuan Department?" Luo Qingyue's tone was light and slightly cold.
The instructor shook his head, "No."
Luo Qingyue stopped talking and waited for the instructor's next words.
The instructor had no choice but to write down Luo Qingyue's name in the record. At the end, he added three very obvious words: Chi Xuan Department.
All those who signed up today are above the Huangxuan level. It is still unknown whether Luo Qingyue has the strength. What's more, even if she does, she is at the Chixuan level.
If you sign up, it’s like signing up for nothing.[
You must know that although there is no distinction between life and death in the competition test field, it is inevitable to be injured and disabled.
Isn't this Luo Qingyue afraid?
Luo Qingyue saw that her instructor had written down her name, then turned around and left without saying a word.
Three o'clock in the afternoon is the time for the competition to begin.
The competition arena is set up in the center of the Holy Emperor Academy.
There were many onlookers standing around the three-meter-high circular arena.
The number of applicants will be on a one-to-one basis.
Numbers are randomly drawn, opponents are randomly drawn, and whoever can secure the last six spots is the winner.
Luo Qingyue drew number ten.
Looking at the numbers on the small wooden sign in her hand, Luo Qingyue's lips curved into a faint smile.
After everyone had chosen, Su Zisha happily found Luo Qingyue's figure, squeezed through the crowd, came to her side, raised the small wooden sign in her hand, Su Zisha asked with a smile: "Little Master"
·Father, what number did you draw? Look at me, I am number 15."
Luo Qingyue glanced sideways at Su Zisha and turned the small wooden sign in her hand upwards, just in time for Su Zisha to see the numbers on the small wooden sign.
"It turns out that my little master has drawn number ten. I just don't know if we will draw each other in the game later?"