Ao Moli waved his hand suddenly, instantly silencing the voices of his two men.book
"If you lose, you lose! No need to say more!"
After saying that, Ao Moli straightened his clothes, walked up to the ring gently, got so close to Qing Kuang, gave him a gentle salute, and put on that gentle scholar-like look on his face again.
"Miss Feng is indeed a prodigy in this world. Her music and ancient martial arts are unparalleled. I, Ao Moli, was defeated by your Excellency. I am convinced! Congratulations!"
After saying that, he turned around, put his hands on his back, and walked towards the audience.[
Qingkuang gave him an indifferent glance and did not reply.
Under the stage, Nangong Jinsheng clenched his hands on the hilt of the long sword, finally let go, and let out a long breath.
When he glanced at Ao Junxie, he saw his figure retreating towards Ao Moli and sneered slightly. It seemed that he was already confident about such an outcome.
The majestic crown prince of Fengyun Kingdom would never expose his family's behavior of breaking the rules of the academy at this juncture. This was exactly what Ao Junxie could do after he knew Ao Moli's character very well.
"In the second round, in the first group, Feng Qing won wildly!"
Mu Liufeng finally raised the flag in his hand and shouted loudly.
There was a loud commotion under the stage.
Regarding the last blow just now, only masters with considerable strength can see the secret behind it. All the disciples in the audience were shocked that Feng Qingkuang defeated Prince Fengyun.
Some expressed doubts, some expressed sighs, and the more submissive ones expressed admiration.
Because after the second round, apart from the princes and nobles of several major countries, the only ones left standing on the stage after the second round were the most supreme direct disciples of those famous sects.
And Feng Qingkuang, this woman with ordinary appearance and ordinary strength, actually made it to the final round, which made the ordinary disciples who were also grassroots feel extremely excited and admired.
"I told you a long time ago, nothing will happen to Qing Kuang!"
Dongfang Mu patted Duanmu Xiu's shoulder next to him and smiled softly.
Duanmu Xiu had just recovered from the great tension, and his palms were covered in sweat.
"Principal, now there is only the last round left. Look..."
Mu Liufeng brought the list of students who passed the second round of competition to Suo Wenming and asked carefully.
The first two rounds of competition had already shocked the respected old principal and made him sweat all over his body.
Suo Wenming's shining old eyes did not look at the list, but looked directly at the ring.
"The last round, the first group, Feng Qingkuang vs. Ao Junxie."[
Suo Wenming said these words calmly and calmly, as if he had already made up his mind the moment Prince Feng Yun Ao Moli was defeated.
This decision once again shocked everyone present.
Even the madman in red, who had never known fear, was obviously taken aback at this moment.
"Old man Suo, what do you mean?"
Ao Junxie strode to Suo Wenming, pointed directly at the principal, and asked coldly.
Suo Wenming didn't look at him, but said coldly:
"Ao Junxie, I don't need to explain to you why! This is the rule of Slanta Imperial Academy.
In the final round of the selection competition, the principal will personally decide the two contestants!"
Ao Junxie quickly glanced at Mu Liufeng, and Mu Liufeng lowered his eyes. This told him that this was indeed the rule.