With his eyes flickering, Fatty Xiao's body shot out like a bowstring, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand shot forward with a harsh thunderclap sound.
The sword energy spirals out from the tip of the sword, and an invisible wind surrounds the body of the sword.
Because he knew the gap between himself and Ye Shaohan, Fatty Xiao used his strongest sword as soon as he struck.
The whole body exuded extremely powerful sword energy, and Fatty Xiao's body was wrapped in fierce sword energy. At this moment, Fatty Xiao seemed to have turned into a part of the long sword.
The place where the long sword passed immediately stirred up a wave of air. Before the long sword arrived, the wave of air had already arrived. Ye Shaohan's ink-like long hair also floated with it, and the pair of dark eyes hidden under the long sword also floated.
Then exposed to the air.
He raised his eyes slightly, feeling the air pressure coming towards his face. Ye Shaohan still had a calm expression on his face. He slowly raised his right hand upwards, and the long sword drew a perfect arc. At the same time, Ye Shaohan
His figure was like the falling snowflakes, falling to the side lightly, and the long sword came towards Fatty Xiao with a strong sound of wind.
Introverted sharpness, but this dull long sword contains extremely terrifying power. This is restrained sharpness.
In just a blink of an eye, the two long swords collided with each other. The collision of the sword tips with the sword tips produced sparks in vain. The sword energy intersected with the sword energy, and the explosions continued, and at the same time, a strong air wave spread.
Come on.
Bang bang, the force of the energy broke through Fatty Xiao's air mask like a broken bamboo, and immediately fell hard on Fatty Xiao. Fatty Xiao's figure also fell backwards as weakly as a kite with its string broken.
Even though Fatty Xiao tried his best to control his body, the force was something that Fatty Xiao could not shake. There was no doubt that Fatty Xiao's figure finally hit the light curtain, and in an instant, Fatty Xiao's figure dissipated.
And at the door where the light was flowing, Fatty Xiao's embarrassed figure emerged. Although he was extremely embarrassed, Fatty Xiao did not have any injuries on his body.
But Ye Shaohan's body remained motionless, and the energy dissipated before it reached Ye Shaohan's body. Looking at Fatty Xiao's figure, Ye Shaohan murmured softly: "This is the only thing I can do, nothing more."
Everyone was in an uproar, and then felt normal again. With Fatty Xiao's cultivation level that had just entered the spiritual master realm, it was indeed impossible for him to last for long.
Although Fatty Xiao was defeated, the image of Fatty Xiao who was fearless just now was enough to make people remember him. Fatty Xiao's actions undoubtedly told the world that Fatty Xiao was by no means the weak Fatty he was before.
Tying the long sword behind his back, Fatty Xiao turned around and looked at Ye Shaohan, murmuring softly: "Thank you."
The fighting around him was still going on, and Ye Shaohan's victory over Fatty Xiao was just a small episode. Standing inside the light curtain, Ye Shaohan suddenly felt a huge force coming from the light curtain behind him.
In an instant, Ye Shaohan's body disappeared into the light curtain again, and the same was true for those contestants who had won. It was obvious that the first round was over, and the second round would follow.
Since there were dozens of instructors watching the battle, no contestants were killed or seriously injured during the competition, but everyone suffered more or less minor injuries.
On the observation deck, Chen Qiaoyan and Huang Yinyin looked at the martial arts platform expectantly. At this moment, they wanted to see if Ye Shaohan was still as lucky as before.
After the victory was decided in the last room, the entire martial arts arena started to move again. For a moment, the figures of Ye Shaohan and others appeared on the martial arts arena again.
What made Chen Qiaoyan and others angry was that Ye Shaohan's luck was still so good. This time his opponent was still a first-level spiritual master. Although he was only a first-level spiritual master, his strength was naturally much stronger than Fatty Xiao.
"He is very lucky." Chen Qiaoyan gritted her teeth and said, while Huang Yinyin sneered: "Luck alone won't last long. This person is much better than Fatty Xiao. Who knows who will win?"
Undoubtedly, the room where Ye Shaohan was sitting immediately attracted the attention of the whole audience. Some female students even cheered for Ye Shaohan. For a moment, the momentum seemed extremely powerful.
This scene undoubtedly aroused the surprise of Chen Qiaoyan and Chen Qiaoyan again. When did this poor scholar become so popular in the academy?
Ranrou was relatively simple and did not feel the strangeness between Chen Qiaoyan and Chen Qiaoyan. She waved her pink fist and shouted: "Scholar, come on, come on."
The cheers around him continued one after another, and a trace of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the young man standing opposite Ye Shaohan. He didn't even offer basic greetings in vain, but he drew his long sword and fired at Ye Shaohan.
The sharp sword energy caused a burst of sound in the air, and the long sword arrived in the blink of an eye. In the eyes of everyone, this young man's behavior was undoubtedly a sneak attack. However, no one scolded the young man for being despicable. As a warrior, he must maintain his integrity at this moment.
If you don't have any vigilance towards the outside world, then you can only blame yourself for being stupid if you are attacked by surprise.
As a warrior, you need to be vigilant, let alone an assassin. The moment the man made a move, Ye Shaohan reacted, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the figure that was shooting out with great calmness.
Wei Wei took a step to the left, holding a long sword. Ye Shaohan raised his long sword slightly, and was about to stab forward, but at this moment, the young man's speed was in vain, and his movement speed accelerated again.
A few meters away in the blink of an eye, the young man's sword suddenly struck the spot where Ye Shaohan was standing just now, and the sword struck the air in vain.
In an instant, the whole place was in an uproar. Under the gaze of countless eyes, the young man's body strangely moved towards the tip of Ye Shaohan's sword, and the sword energy burst out from Ye Shaohan's sword in vain.
The blood lotus bloomed in vain, a striking sword mark emerged on the young man's chest, and his martial robe was shattered.
Ye Shaohan's sword has not yet been thrust out, but the force contained in the sword is enough to force the young man back, and the banging sound is endless.
Bang Bang, the young man's figure retreated dozens of steps backwards, and finally his body disappeared into the light curtain in vain.
"Wow." The whole audience was in an uproar again.
With the bright sword light, the seemingly random sword hit the young man in the chest very appropriately.
However, the sword energy that burst out in vain from the tip of the sword was still churning at the tip of the sword, causing most people to fall into a brief daze.
This boy's luck must be too good. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was the young man who accidentally bumped into Ye Shaohan's sword. Therefore, they also felt in their hearts Ye Shaohan's good luck.
However, a few people still saw the clues, and these people fell into deep thought. The seemingly random sword was definitely not just luck.
On the observation deck, Chen Qiaoyan and Huang Yinyin both had astonished faces. After a long time, they said softly: "Shit luck."
In the martial arts arena, Ye Shaohan raised his sword casually, a trace of blood dripping from the tip of the sword. He ignored the reactions of everyone around him and closed his eyes tightly.
And above the void of the fighting platform, Zi Ning's figure floated in the air like snowflakes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became thicker and thicker.
At this moment, Chu Sanjian's eyes also filled with admiration, and he sighed softly to Zi Ning: "A sword that is completely made from nature, high cultivation level, and skilled combat experience."
The second round of selection took several minutes longer than the first time. After all, the only ones who can stay on the fighting stage are the elites of this new generation, so the fighting scenes become more and more intense.
After the moment, the second round of competition came to an end, and the figures of Ye Shaohan and others were once again submerged by the light curtain. For a moment, everyone was looking forward to it again, but Chen Qiaoyan and Huang Yinyin both sneered. They wanted to see Ye Shaohan.
Is luck still as lucky as before? The sound of swords suddenly sounded on the fighting stage, and the figures of Ye Shaohan and others also appeared again.
There is no doubt that the room where Ye Shaohan was located immediately attracted most of the attention of the audience. When Chen Qiaoyan and others saw another figure in the room where Ye Shaohan was located, a hint of joking appeared on their faces.
"It's actually Lin Huang, a junior from Class 1, Tianzi. Haha, it seems that boy's luck has come to an end." Chen Qiaoyan folded her hands on her chest, and the pair of lust rabbits on her chest became more prominent under the squeeze.
The slender eyelashes swayed slightly, and a playful look appeared between her eyebrows. Huang Yinyin also smiled and said: "Although Junior Lin Huang's cultivation is not as good as Situ Fang, he can still be ranked among the top five in Tianzi Class 1 since ancient times.
This martial arts champion belongs to the Tianzi Class 1, haha, it must be the same for this class, Qiaoyan, how long do you think that poor scholar can last in the hands of Junior Lin Huang?"
The slender fingers of desire swayed slightly, and Chen Qiaoyan said with great certainty: "Less than three minutes."
Hearing this, Ran Qian looked helplessly at Chen Qiaoyan and the two of them without making a sound, shaking her head slightly, which made Chen Qiaoyan and Huang Yinyin even more proud.
Emperor Lin was originally a descendant of the Lincheng family, and his qualifications were also extraordinary. He broke through to the peak of a first-level spiritual master in his early twenties, and his cultivation was also quite powerful.
The first two rounds of competition were naturally a trivial matter for Lin Huang. Therefore, Lin Huang's body was extremely full of energy, so he also aimed to hit the top three today. However, after entering the room, the smile on Lin Huang's face
His mind suddenly froze, and he looked at the not-so-tall figure standing in front of him with a rather gloomy expression, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
When Emperor Lin took part in the Royal Academy examination that day, he was among the group of recommenders just behind Ye Shaohan. Therefore, he still knew about Ye Shaohan, the mysterious Longhua student.
"Oh, I'm unlucky." With a slight sigh, Emperor Lin took a few steps forward and cupped his hands towards Ye Shaohan, saying, "Emperor Lin from the First Class of Tianzi."
His eyes slowly opened and he glanced at Emperor Lin. Ye Shaohan nodded slightly and said calmly: "Chen Meng Di Zi Ban."
Compared to Emperor Lin's enthusiasm, Ye Shaohan's reaction was naturally very dull. Emperor Lin did not take it seriously and still smiled and said: "I hope Brother Chenmeng will be merciful later and don't let me lose too embarrassingly."
"Well, let's do it." Ye Shaohan raised the long sword and looked at Emperor Lin with calm eyes. Sharp sounds of breaking wind and cold shouts came from the surrounding rooms, but Ye Shaohan's room seemed extremely calm.