Yesterday, they won all four games. In fact, it does not mean that they are very strong, but that their opponents are too weak.
There are eighteen advanced classes, the last eight classes are very different from the first eight classes, and the top eight classes and the top five classes are also very different.
As for the top three, they are on another level.
Xiao Qingyu came on stage, Zhan Rui didn't look sideways.
Zhan Rui understood that Xiao Qingyu was a monster with the soul of a holy beast, so as soon as he came on stage, Zhan Rui immediately retreated.
Yesterday, I watched the one-day competition of senior class nine. Instructor Ci Yu had already drawn up a square formation for them. In today's first battle, class five will definitely win.
Seeing Zhan Rui turn around and retreat, Xiao Qingyu threw a fireball between his hands, making a bang bang bang sound, and greeted Zhan Rui.
Swish, swish, swish...
After a few dodges, Zhan Rui turned around and threw a dozen flying knives from between his sleeves. The flying knives were not simply stabbing fireballs.
The moment it hit the fireball, it exploded.
"Um?"
Seeing this scene, everyone in Class Nine was shocked.
It seems that after yesterday's battle, other classes have begun to take measures against the five participating students from Class 9.
"Huh? It's very powerful!" Xiao Qingyu was stunned, and smiled: "Keep the distance, and then use the flying knife to detonate my fireball. Yes, it is smarter than those in yesterday's class. It's a pity..."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Qingyu raised his palms, and two fire snakes spurted out from between his hands.
The two fire snakes, glowing with green flames, suddenly expanded dozens of meters and rushed directly towards Zhan Rui.
"Damn it!"
I thought that by destroying Xiao Qingyu's fireball, I would be able to sit back and relax. As long as I kept using it with him, I would be safe. Unexpectedly, this guy, the sacred beast flame of the sapphire unicorn beast in his body, was actually very changeable.
In this case, we cannot simply rely on the method of breaking the fireball technique.
Zhan Rui raised his hand, and a shield emerged from the package he was carrying behind his back.
Holding a shield in one hand and a flying knife in the other, Zhan Rui kept approaching Xiao Qingyu with a cautious expression.
"It's a good mysterious weapon, but it's a pity that it met me!"
Xiao Qingyu was not afraid at all and stepped forward.
Roar……
The fire snake suddenly roared and rushed directly towards Zhan Rui the next moment.
There was a crackling sound, and Zhan Rui's entire figure was surrounded by fire snakes. The next moment, a dull explosion sounded, and Zhan Rui fell to the ground in embarrassment.
lose!
"In the first game, Senior Class 9 wins!"
After exhaling a breath, Xiao Qingyu walked off the ring.
"It seems that other classes have already started thinking of ways to deal with us!"
Seeing Xiao Qingyu walking down, Mo Yang frowned.
"Well, yes, the next competition will become more and more difficult, but... we will also become stronger and stronger!" Xiao Qingyu said with a smile on his face.
Having reached this point, it is absolutely impossible for them to give up.
Class 9 is treated unfairly and only five people can play, but they won't complain.
However, with the help of five people, they would fight their way to the sky and severely beat the faces of Xiao Buyu and Luo Fu.
"I'm sorry, Teacher Ci Yu!"
"Trash, you don't even have the qualifications to say sorry!" Looking at Zhan Rui, Ci Yu said indifferently: "I have explained to you again and again the means of fighting Xiao Qingyu, but you are still completely defeated, get out!"
"yes!"
Faced with Ci Yu's ferocity, Zhan Rui said nothing and retreated.
"Second scene, Zhen Ping, come on!"
"yes!"
A burly man walked onto the ring.
This man was nearly 1.9 meters tall, almost a head taller than Geng Xinyu. What was even more terrifying was that the muscles all over his body looked extremely terrifying.
"Grandpa Zhen Ping comes on stage, any of you cowards from Class 9 come up and die!"
"Hmph, you are so stubborn, I'll do it!" Geng Xinyu could not hold back after hearing what this burly man said.
Seeing that Geng Xinyu was about to take the stage, Mo Yang's eyes fell on Mu Yun under the ring. When he saw Mu Yun nodded, he did not stop him.
"Hehe, you kid, I thought you were just here to make soy sauce, I didn't expect you to be allowed to play!" Looking at Geng Xinyu, Zhen Ping laughed and said: "You look quite strong, but unfortunately... you are destined to be a just one."
Will get beaten."
Geng Xinyu is only eighteen years old. He looks about 1.8 meters tall and majestic. His whole person gives people a strong and honest feeling.
It's just that this figure still looks a little weaker in front of Zhen Ping.
Moreover, he is only in the third level of spiritual cave realm, and his own realm is not high. The only thing he relies on is the Golden Body of King Ba.
Mu Yun was extremely familiar with the Golden Body of King Ba.
The King's Golden Body focuses on the King's Qi. Each level of cultivation is a rebirth for the warrior's physical body. If the King's Golden Body is cultivated to the extreme, one hand can tear apart mountains and rivers and destroy the stars.
However, the most important thing about King Ba's Golden Body is here.
The spirit of a king!
If cultivating the Golden Body of King Ba can cultivate the Qi of King Ba, then this martial art can be considered as a true entrance and the threshold has been touched.
But just touching the threshold is extremely difficult.
With the talents of Geng Xinyu and Xuanyuan Zhe, cultivating the Golden Body of King Ba only has its form but not its spirit.
Only when you truly cultivate the aura of king and domineering can you be called powerful.
However, even if he has not cultivated the aura of king and domineering, given Geng Xinyu's own physical fitness and the hard work and training during this period of time.
As long as you are not a warrior at the fifth level of the spiritual cave realm, it will be difficult to break through his defense!
"Hehe... Even though you are bigger than me, your strength... Tsk tsk..." Geng Xinyu waved his middle finger and said disdainfully.
"Arrogant and arrogant!"
Zhen Ping shouted angrily and punched out with a steel-like fist.
Facing Zhen Ping, who was also his first appearance, although Geng Xinyu was joking on the surface, he was naturally not careless in his heart.
Bang...
The two fists intersected, and a banging sound was heard. Everyone could clearly feel the level of power accumulated in the two figures exploding.
"Come again!"
Geng Xinyu failed to defeat Zhen Ping with one punch. Feeling very embarrassed, he turned back and punched Zhen Ping directly.
"The king's hegemony!"
A sharp punch, without any fancy moves, just one punch, blasted directly.
Boom...
This time, Zhen Ping also punched him, but instead of getting any advantage, he kept retreating.
Punch after punch was thrown out, and the two figures on the field threw out an unknown number of punches in succession.
Finally, there was a bang, and Geng Xinyu was out of breath. On the other side, Zhen Ping had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and his eyes were swollen and narrowed to a slit.
With a thud, he fell to the ground.
"In the second battle, Class 9 won."
As the referee's voice sounded, the second game ended.
Geng Xinyu appeared for the first time. He greeted Zhen Ping one after another with seemingly endless punches, leaving a deep impression on everyone present.
"hey-hey……"
Turning back, Geng Xinyu smiled, his face full of pride.
Finally, I earned some face for Class 9!
"I really don't know, what are you doing teaching you trash all day long!" Seeing Zhen Ping's defeat, Ci Yu's face turned livid.
He is the main instructor of the fifth advanced class. The entire advanced class, the first five classes, the middle five classes, and the last eight classes, are completely divided into three levels.
Class 9 has also just been promoted to the advanced class. To be clear, it is considered Class 18.
He doesn't care about the defeat of Class 5 and Class 8, but Class 5 in his hands must not lose.
"The third scene, Ziyu, come on!"
Ci Yu said coldly: "You are ranked second in our fifth class, second only to Song Jingcai. You must win this match no matter what. If you lose, don't blame the instructor for being rude."
"Don't worry, instructor, if we lose, Ziyu will no longer have the face to stay in Class 5!"
"Um!"
In the third game, senior class five, Ziyu came on stage.
"Okay, it's over!" By the third game, only Mu Fengxing, Mo Yang, and Lin Zhi were left.
Mo Yang said: "There are two games left. Feng Xing and I will play. Lin Zhi, this round, you will have a bye to rest. The next battle will be against Class 4, Class 3, Class 2, and Class 1. It will be a tough battle!"
"good!"
The competition has reached this stage. It is no longer about showing off heroes and saving face, but about the victory of Class 9.
After all, the hopes of the one hundred and ten students hang on them, and more importantly, the pastoral instructor who often seems to be slacking off.
He has sacrificed more than anyone else. Even if this battle is for him, we have to go all the way to the end.
"Mo Yang!"
Taking one step forward, Mo Yang cupped his hands and said.
"Draw out your sword. If you don't draw your sword, you can't beat me!" Looking at Mo Yang, Ziyu said coldly: "Of course, if you draw your sword, you may not be able to beat me!"
Looking at Ziyu, Mo Yang slowly pulled out a long green sword in his hand.
The Green Dragon Sword is a middle-grade mysterious weapon.
"Now that the sword is out, let's solve it with one move!"
What!
Hearing Mo Yang's arrogant words, everyone in the audience was stunned. Some were envious, some ridiculed, some admired, and some cursed.
A swordsman with peak swordsmanship can be so proud.
Mo Yang was just a troublemaker in Beiyun City back then, but Mu Yun understood deeply that once the sword intention is awakened, the growth of a swordsman is almost impossible.
This is the strength of the swordsman and the elusiveness of the sword's intention.
"Arrogant!"
Hearing Mo Yang's words, Ziyu was furious. He was originally the second genius in Class Five, the fifth level of spiritual acupoint realm, and had opened the first acupoint, Guanyuan point. No matter how powerful Mo Yang was, he had only comprehended the peak level.
It's just sword intent, there's nothing worth being arrogant about!
"kill!"
Between the sleeves, two daggers were hidden. Ziyu's figure flashed and went straight towards Mo Yang.
"Nine Heaven-Destroying Styles, One Style!"
Faint words rang out from Mo Yang's mouth, and the green dragon sword in his hand, like a green figure, turned into fragments and seemed to disappear in Mo Yang's hand.
But the next moment, the green dragon sword appeared in Mo Yang's hand again.
Two jingling sounds sounded, and two daggers fell from Ziyu's arms. The sleeves of his arms were cut off with a squeak, revealing two arms.
Sheathing the sword, turning around, Mo Yang no longer looked at Ziyu.
The outcome is already clear.
"The competition isn't over yet, come back!" But at this moment, a shout rang out from behind, and then, Mo Yang felt a killing intent coming towards his back.