According to the traditional rules of the top ten academies, the number of disciples involved in team battles and individual battles should be different.
In other words, disciples who participated in group battles could not participate in individual formations.
But there is a special situation.
The disciple who ranks first in the team battle can also participate in the drawing of individual battles.
Ji Changnian became famous because he won the battle with Ziyuan's disciples in the Linyuan Mountains.
And what made him very happy was that only God knew about his cheating, he knew about it, and Yan Hongyi knew about it.
Yan Hongyi has died under Ye Chuyue's sword, and no one will ever know the secret behind the Linyuan team battle.
"Senior Brother Ji! Beat them to death! Just like in the Linyuan Mountains, let them know how powerful we are at Luo Yu!"
"Senior Brother Ji takes action and will surely triumph!"
"Senior Brother Ji,..."
"..."
The disciples of Luoyu Academy raised their arms and shouted.
Ji Changnian flew onto the stage in a graceful manner, smiled and held his hands in all directions, his face even more rosy than that of Zhuangyuanlou who was riding across the street.
Before he could laugh for a while, he saw a figure landing on the platform.
The bright golden light that dazzles people's eyes is the big gold chain around Yan Nanji's neck.
What frightened Ji Changnian was Yan Nanji's eyes that were almost murderous.
Ji Changnian swallowed and said jokingly, "Isn't this Mr. Yan who is famous for his vulgarity?"
"can we start?"
Yan Nanji ignored him and looked at the King of the North.
The King of the North smiled and nodded, the dragons and phoenixes chirped like divine sounds.
The sword light is completely closed again!
When it was completely closed, the formation suddenly changed.
call out!
The golden fan in Yan Nanji's hand turned blood red, flew away and turned into a seventy-two-section weapon.
Ji Changnian took a breath and hurriedly dodged.
boom!
The sharp weapons gathered together in front of him, and the light flashed into a bloody fan.
Yan Nanji, who was throwing the fan in the distance just now, flew in front of him, flew in the air like an eagle, and grabbed the blood fan with her slender hands.
Yan Nanji held the bloody fan in her hand and struck Ji Changnian's face like a sword.
Ji Changnian ducked back, but the blood fan still left a bleeding wound on his face, with blood lines from his forehead to his chin!
"Master Yan?"
Yan Nanji sneered: "Young master, I am the grandpa Yan you cultivated over several generations, and I am here to send your grandson to die."
After saying that, he fanned out and hit Ji Changnian's thigh.
There was a stabbing sound.
The fabric of the thigh was torn, the skin was torn, and blood flew out.
Ji Changnian gasped in pain, but before he could scream, the fan hit him in the abdomen again.
Yan Nanji beat him as if I were beating a son, making everyone around him so shocked that they were almost speechless.
call out!
call out!
call out!
...
Dozens of fans in a row, drinking blood and seeing bones.
But in the blink of an eye, Ji Changnian was like a dog with a broken back, covered in slap wounds.
Ji Changnian's eyes were red and he was scurrying around the formation with his head in his arms.
He couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to jump off the platform and admit defeat.
Before he could jump down, Yan Nanji appeared in front of him, gracefully waved the blood fan, and said jokingly: "Want to die? Your Grandpa Yan doesn't agree!"
boom!
The blood fan is thrown.
The seventy-two sharp weapons penetrated Ji Changnian's body.
It missed the lifeline accurately, but it left a lifelong incurable wound on Ji Changnian's martial body.
The sharp weapon passed through Ji Changnian's body, and red light shone behind him.
Seventy-two sharp weapons gathered into a fan in the red light. Yan Nanji swept over gracefully and held the fan again with her slender jade-like hands.
Yan Nanji turned her wrist lightly and closed the fan, like a dagger, piercing Ji Changnian's waist.
"This generation of Luo Yu disciples is not very good."
Yan Nanji took out the fan, not stained with any blood. He opened the folding fan and smiled, revealing the pear vortices and small tiger fangs. He slowly shook the bloody fan and smiled harmlessly: "It's not beaten at all, it's too weak."
,too weak."
The disciples of Luoyu Academy did not expect Ji Changnian to lose so miserably, and they were all dumbfounded.
Leng Qingshuang looked at the angry him from a distance and pursed her red lips.