Looking at Ao Junxie's leaving figure, Qing Kuang had an inexplicable doubt in his heart. This Ao Junxie was arrogant and evil, and he didn't know what the purpose of what he just said was.
After thinking about it, he couldn't help but reach out and touch his neck, where a pearl and jade necklace passed down from his mother hung.
The secret about it has always been lingering in Qing Kuang's heart.
In order to unlock the secret of the necklace and find her mother, she decided that no matter how big the challenge she faced, she must stand out and enter the backyard of Slanta Imperial Academy!
Five days later, the selection competition period arrived as scheduled.[
The flags were fluttering and the queues were neat. All the heads of the college, as well as the disciples who had enrolled with Qing Kuang, gathered in the broad square of the college.
Directly in front, the principal Suo Wenming and many teachers all had serious expressions and were seated according to their status and rank. Among them was Teacher Mu Liufeng who went to the wild forest with him last time.
Mu Liufeng was sitting in the stands. When Qing Kuang's eyes were predatory, he nodded gently at her and gave Qing Kuang a smile that was both grateful and encouraging.
After a previous experience of sharing hardships together, Mu Liufeng had already paid more attention and expectations to Qing Kuang, a unique student.
Although he knew that Qing Kuang had very poor qualifications in spiritual power, there was always a mysterious and unique talent in his body.
All the disciples who entered the school together are all from famous families on the mainland, and their strength is extraordinary. The total number of them totals about fifty.
However, according to the usual practice, among these fifty people, only the seven most outstanding ones who win in the end can enter the backyard and become the high-level inner disciples of the academy.
After Principal Suo Wenming announced the start of the competition, the first round began. This was the first round, the round with the highest elimination rate and the most likely to be unexpected. For the sake of fairness, all the disciples drew lots to determine their opponents.
Qing Kuang saw that Prince Fengyun Ao Moli was the first to walk up.
This is a handsome young man who is about thirteen years old and has the appearance of a scholar with fine features and delicate features. His gentle appearance like a weak woman cannot cover up the temperament that he comes from an imperial family and has a high level of spiritual power.
Although he is only two years younger than Ao Junxie, in name, he is called Uncle Wang, a man in red robes who acts arbitrarily and arrogantly.
Of course, what makes him even more inferior in front of Ao Junxie is that not only his age, but also his spiritual power cultivation is a full level lower than his opponent, only the elementary level of the Spirit King.
One by one, the disciples stepped forward to draw their own opponent's lot. Of course, only half of them were qualified.
Qing Kuang saw that in addition to Ao Moli, Xiao Linfeng, the prince of Beiming, and Nangong Jinsheng, the seventh prince of Nanzhao, also stepped forward one after another.
It seems that all those who are qualified to draw the opponent's signature are wealthy and powerful people with prominent status!
This scene made many grassroots disciples down there feel quite a bit of criticism. Of course, they would never dare to say it openly or make any mistakes.
After Nangong Jinsheng finished drawing the lots, his somewhat sad and eager eyes kept falling on Qing Kuang. It seemed that he really wanted to compete with Qing Kuang.
In that case, she can relieve her pain of lovesickness. As long as she is willing, Nangong Jinsheng will definitely help her and let her advance to the next round smoothly.