Ling Luo's test number was in the center, and after about a cup of tea, she got the wooden sign.
There is a row of words engraved on the wooden sign: Holy Fire Hall, second generation disciple, Fu Dong, second level martial spirit.
Second generation?
According to Xuanyuan Gu, the one she was fighting against should be a third-generation disciple who enrolled four years ago. The second-generation disciple should be a senior of the same class as Yu who enrolled eight years ago.
Also, this guy named Fu Dong is a second-level martial spirit, and he has simply exceeded the limits of the assessment!
Xuanyuan Gu announced loudly: "Okay, the lot has been drawn, now follow me to the Great Martial Arts Arena!"
"Wait a minute, teacher, I have a question." Ling Luo frowned slightly and raised the wooden sign in his hand, "Why is my enemy a second-generation disciple or a second-level martial spirit?"
Xuanyuan Gu's eyes narrowed, the corners of his lips raised a meaningful arc, and he said: "Oh, this classmate, your luck is really bad. I forgot to mention just now that there are some exceptions this year. In addition to not reaching the first level,
In addition to the third-generation disciple of Jie Wuling, there is also a second-generation disciple who seriously violated the academy's rules, Fu Dong of the Holy Fire Hall. If he cannot defeat you, he will be expelled from the academy and will never be able to do so again in this life.
Continue to take the college’s entrance exam.”
Ling Luo's expression suddenly changed, and he stared at Xuanyuan Gu with burning eyes, saying: "Why should we add such an exception? Isn't this embarrassing the new students?"
"Haha, you just have bad luck." Xuanyuan Gu's voice sounded vaguely gloating, "Luck is also an important survival skill, and it is within the scope of our college's inspection."
In the hall on the third floor of the Holy First Hall, more than 300 students stared at Ling Luo with very sympathetic eyes, and at the same time secretly rejoiced at their good luck.
And those candidates who had drawn the ninth-level great martial artist wooden cards, compared with Ling Luo, immediately felt balanced.
Ling Luo's face darkened. There must be something wrong. From the impossible task in the second test to the deliberate difficulty in the third test, she suddenly felt that there was a huge black hand manipulating everything in the secret.
no!
She has to win!
Even if your opponent is a first-level martial spirit, you must never admit defeat!
She has defeated even high-level martial arts spirits like Chen Jiu, and this one named Fu Dong has nothing to fear!
"Xiao Luo, don't be afraid. With me here, no matter what kind of monster the opponent is, I will kill him with a mouthful of ambergris saliva!" The cheap dragon squatted on Ling Luo's shoulders, narrowing his red-black eyes mischievously.
Got up.
"Hey!" Chunbai also stretched out her small white paws and waved them in the air a few times to express her support.
Xuanyuan Gu stood on the high platform, a huge formation formed on his hand, and a portal appeared in everyone's field of vision.
Three hundred candidates followed the examiner, entered the portal one after another, and all appeared in the Dawu Arena.
The Great Martial Arts Arena occupies an extremely vast area, with a radius of 10,000 meters. It is built in the shape of a Colosseum in ancient times. The open space with a radius of 10,000 meters in the center is the battlefield for martial arts, surrounded by high-rise buildings.
The stands are the audience seats.
As soon as Ling Luo and the other three hundred people appeared, the audience surrounding them immediately remembered the cheers like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
The freshman martial arts competition held every four years will determine whether the freshmen and their friends will stay or stay. Who can stay in the Holy Academy and rely on their martial arts prowess to speak for themselves!