Although Xuanyuan Yu is only a second-generation disciple in the Shengjin Hall, despite his noble status, his status as a seventh-level martial spirit is enough to win the respect of all his brothers.
The regent Xuanyuan Zhiji, who came specially to observe, turned his head sideways, his eyes looked slightly sinister, and the corners of his lips curled up with a meaningful arc, and said: "Yu'er, don't be excited, the grouping of the big martial arts fight is all about it.
Drawn at random."
"Random? How come I have never heard of a martial arts competition for freshmen, where they need to fight against second-generation disciples of the second-level martial arts?!" Xuanyuan Yu was furious, and an extremely terrifying light shot out from his eyes like black holes.
Xuanyuan Zhiji looked sternly and said: "Fu Dong violated the sect rules. There is nothing unreasonable in this arrangement."
"I think you did it on purpose!" Xuanyuan Yu mercilessly exposed Xuanyuan Zhiji's face, "You let Luo'er fight with a second-level martial spirit, but Xuanyuan Yangyue was about to die with a seventh-level great martial artist.
The battle between sick and young men, uncle Huang, Shengxiu Academy is not your backyard, you can do whatever you want!"
The fierce argument between the two people quickly attracted the attention of everyone around them.
Xuanyuan Zhiji was exposed, his face was dull, and he said angrily: "Coincidence! It's all coincidence! It's Yang Yue who is lucky! How can Ling Luo blame me for her bad luck? It's a joke!"
Xuanyuan Jing, the chief master of Shengdan Hall, slowly turned his head and looked at the two people who were arguing.
Xuanyuan Jing is over a hundred years old. Except for his long silver hair and beard, he looks like a person in his thirties.
His cultivation level is extremely high, and he has touched the secret of the fate mark. Not only does his body not age, but it has a tendency to become younger.
If we really talk about seniority, Xuanyuan Jing is also the clan uncle of Emperor Xuanyuan Bugui, and his status is very noble.
Xuanyuan Jing's indifferent glance made the extremely arrogant Xuanyuan Zhiji immediately fall silent.
"Master!" Xuanyuan Yu looked at Xuanyuan Jing with a hint of expectation, "I would like to ask you to uphold justice."
Xuanyuan Jing narrowed his sharp eyes, and his speaking voice was like the endless wind between mountains and rivers, majestic, quiet and calm.
"It is indeed inappropriate to ask Fu Dong to participate in the freshman assessment. But the fighting has already begun, and it must not stop. It will not be too late to deal with it after the third test is over."
"But Luo'er..."
"My teacher will pay attention to the new student you are concerned about. If she is really good, my teacher will let her enter the Holy Academy." Xuanyuan Jing's answer was very fair.
Only then did Xuanyuan Yu feel relieved, and his slightly worried eyes drifted to the field. The first martial arts competition had already begun.
Ling Luo held the Red Sky Sword and stood facing the wind. With a loud sound of green clothes, she faced the wind fiercely. She was like a blooming green lotus, blooming with stunning beauty.
No matter how strong your opponent is, you must first not lose in terms of momentum.
Fu Dong also pulled out his long sword, and there was a layer of blue-purple flames on the long sword.
With just one glance, Ling Luo recognized it. What the other party tried out was the bluish-purple ghost fire, one of the thirteen kinds of strange fires.
The fighting begins!
The two of them rushed out at the same time, both at extremely fast speeds, like lightning. With a "clang" sound, the two swords struck together heavily.
Ling Luo's vitality was not as strong as his opponent's, but with the help of Jihuo's surging momentum, he received more than ten moves in a row, and both sides were evenly matched.