"Today there was a man who won eight games in a row in the martial arts arena, and he was all defeated within five moves. That's amazing."
"Winning eight games in a row in one day, I instantly caught up with Li Tianwei's record of half a month."
"I heard that that disciple is still a handyman disciple, is it true?"
"Winning eight games in a row is nothing. I heard that he confessed his feelings to the greatest swordsman in the God Emperor Academy and our goddess Oya's mentor."
"Oh my God, is this true?"
"Do the handyman disciples dare to confess their love to the goddess Oya? We, we, have we lived like dogs for more than a year?"
"Why didn't Teacher Oya kill him?"
"Tomorrow is the battle between Oya disciple Wang Qingshan and the handyman disciple. You must not miss it. Teacher Oya will definitely go."
"I'm going too. I'm going to see the goddess Oya."
…
The whole first grade department was talking about it.
Oya is very popular in the first grade department because she is the goddess in the minds of countless boys. She is cold, she is a queen, she has big breasts, her butt is up, and she exudes a kind of possessiveness that men naturally feel when they see her.
.
Not only students, but also Oya is a goddess-level existence in the minds of many elders and mentors.
It can be said.
Winning eight games in a row did not cause a sensation, but Long Fei's "confession" to Oya caused a violent sensation. To be precise, it should not be considered a sensation.
But anger!
It's like the goddess in their minds has been desecrated.
No matter what, it is not for the handyman disciple to express his feelings.
You must go to meet that handyman disciple. Oya is the goddess of the Zhanwu Academy. Even if she wants to confess her love, she must be confessed by a strong person in the Zhanwu Academy. She belongs to the Zhanwu Academy.
For a while.
Many people are gearing up and preparing secretly.
Many masters from the martial arts arena were attracted.
Tomorrow's martial arts arena is destined to be particularly exciting.
Miscellaneous Department.
What is very strange is that Liu Ba is already disappearing.
Since he came back from Zangwu Pavilion last time, he has 'disappeared' and never appeared again.
This is a happy thing for the disciples of the Miscellaneous Department.
In the yard of the handyman department.
Fan Tong ran in angrily and said, "Young Master Long, the response is too intense."
Sun Tou said: "I know that as a handyman disciple, I have won eight games in a row. There will definitely be strong people who can stop Long Fei tomorrow, and a real master will appear tomorrow."
Fan Tong said: "Winning eight games in a row not many people are talking about it."
Sun Tou was stunned for a moment and said: "Then why are they so fierce?"
Fan Tong looked at Long Fei and said: "They are talking about Young Master Long's confession to Oya, saying that he, a handyman disciple, is not worthy of confessing to the goddess Oya, and they will kill Young Master Long in the martial arts arena tomorrow."
"Well?"
Sun Tou frowned and murmured: "It's too bad now. I ignored the influence of Goddess Oya in the Divine Emperor Academy."
Sun Tou looked at Long Fei and said, "How about a truce tomorrow?"
"no!"
Long Fei said: "Winning eight games in a row today is just over a hundred points. These people have too few points. It would be too difficult to win a thousand points."
He also knew that the people competing with him today were all disciples of the second and third grades of Mad Immortal. Their cultivation levels were not high and their points were very few.
Can't win much.
If you want to accumulate points quickly, you must defeat some strong players.
Long Fei really couldn't wait.
He didn't feel anything before, but now he feels more and more that his level is too low.
It is necessary to obtain the status of a formal disciple as soon as possible.
He must go on a mission as soon as possible, leave the God Emperor Academy to hunt monsters and upgrade, and the "Dragon Head Universe Map" has been lingering in his mind this time.
He had a feeling in his heart that a 'dragon head' somewhere was calling him.
maybe.
The dragon head is really the head of Yuanlong.
Dragon head!
Long Fei had no time to wait, so no matter what kind of strong opponent he encountered tomorrow, he would go all out and thought to himself: "No one can stop me, no one!"
Seeing how determined Long Fei was, Sun Datou didn't say anything.
"Have a good rest, there will be many people coming to watch tomorrow."
"You must win a few more games, unleash your strongest strength, and impress the elders of the martial arts dean. If you gain official disciple status, they will choose you." Sun Tou smiled slightly.
Official disciples can join the Eighteenth Generation Martial Academy.
but.
The prerequisite is that there is a martial arts academy to take you in.
If he explodes with enough power, there will definitely be a martial arts academy that will take him in.
Long Fei nodded and said, "I understand."
"Sun Tou."
"Fan Tong, Dajun, all of you are waiting. When I become an official disciple, I will complete tasks as soon as possible to earn points to help you exchange for official disciple status." Long Fei secretly swore in his heart.
Didn't say it out loud.
but.
He will definitely do it.
night.
Long Fei transformed into a demon and practiced the Heavenly Bone Taboo for so long. His current body of the Heavenly Demon has completely changed and turned into a black bone demon.
The demonic energy in his body also became extremely strong.
and.
Contains powerful heavenly bone power.
Every bone contains explosive power.
But the side effects of practicing the taboo of the Heavenly Bones have also emerged. Long Fei's demonic body has become extremely ugly. The uglier he is, the stronger his power is, and the stronger the power of the Heavenly Bones can be exerted.
In the Immortal Realm, Long Fei has never used the power of the demon body, he only used it to practice his skills.
What level of power has his current demon body reached?
Long Fei didn't know either.
"Wuji Kendo!"
Long Fei's thoughts moved, and the magic sword in his hand moved accordingly, "Sword Drawing Style!"
"Buzz!"
The sword intent raged, and the sword energy was released crazily like steam.
"Wuji Kendo versus Wushuang Sword Lady, Sword Master versus Sword Lady, hehe... I feel excited just thinking about it." Long Fei's heart boiled.
The fighting spirit is also burning.
In tomorrow's battle, we must show off the power of the Sword Master.
"Drawing sword style!"
"Ding!"
"Proficiency +12 points"
"Wuji Kendo!"
"Sword Master's Eighty-one Swords."
"Ding!"
…
The proficiency level is rising slowly. In addition to practicing proficiency, Long Fei's mind is not idle. He is also comprehending the stronger sword intention in Wuji Sword Dao.
He believed that there was a stronger sword intention.
Another place.
In Wang Qingshan's yard, he did the same action again and again, drawing his sword!
again and again.
Incessantly.
Oya asked him to practice ten thousand times. He has reached this number, but he did not stop and kept training.
He wants to win.
He must win.
He wants to protect the goddess.
What Long Fei said angered him deep in his heart.
Wang Qingshan moved his right hand, the long sword flew out, and slashed out a sword intention in the void. He said solemnly: "Only the truly strong are worthy of Teacher Oya. You are a handyman disciple. You are not qualified yet!"