Mu Yueqi's tone was light and her pretty face was calm.
"His name is Zhao Wushang. In terms of seniority, he is indeed my junior brother. He did not say anything wrong, but you treat him as a spy. You are really meddling in other people's business!"
Damn it.
Who knows what this ugly ghost said is actually true?
Mu Yueqi, such a top genius, who is known as the king among warriors, how could he have such a junior disciple who is an ordinary generalist and an intermediate warrior?
So subversive!
On the side, Zhao Wushang looked at Mu Yueqi with joy on his face, "Sister, it's great to see you."
"kindness."
Mu Yueqi nodded, feeling a little happy, a slight smile appeared on her pretty face, and she said with a smile.
"When you left Cangmang Mountain overnight, Master once said that your character is not bad, but you are a bit naughty and impetuous. As long as you undergo the transformation of your character, you may not be able to become a master of the human race one day."
At that time, Xu Renli was assassinated, and it was Zhao Wushang who warned him in advance, so Xu Renli laid a trap and successfully wounded the assassin and captured him alive.
Later, Zhao Wushang did not want to become a pawn of the Zhao family lurking around Xu Renli, so he went down the mountain and left alone.
"Really?"
When Zhao Wushang heard this, he was extremely excited and felt warm in his heart.
"It's so late, haven't you eaten yet? Come on, come with me to see Master."
"good."
Green Garden.
Zhao Wushang was very curious. He looked around and saw many teachers with strong auras, walking on the tree-lined paths, playing chess, chatting, etc. in the pavilion.
Almost all of these people are great martial arts masters!
He couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart. It was indeed a top university with extremely strong teaching staff. It was much better than ordinary universities.
At least, the instructor in Zhao Wushang's class was just a senior martial artist.
Only senior graduating classes are equipped with low-level martial arts instructors who can lead the graduating students to assist the Security Bureau and patrol the city.
Building 19, six floors.
From afar, Mu Yueqi shouted, "Master, who do you think is coming?"
Xu Renli walked out of the lounge and was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhao Wushang following Mu Yueqi.
"Wushang?"
"Master, it's me."
Zhao Wushang looked excited, strode up to Xu Renli, and kowtowed respectfully, with tears filling his eyes.
"Master, more
Thanks to your teachings. After the drastic changes in the Zhao family, I always think of what you once said to me, and for your diligent teachings, I work hard to become stronger..."
Dramatic changes in the Zhao family?
Xu Renli was thoughtful, that old guy Zhao Zhen was clearly a cunning old fox, how could he let the Zhao family decline?
Could it be that there is a huge force behind it that overthrew the Zhao family?
Could it be...it couldn't be Wang Hai?
Twenty minutes later, the three of them sat down to eat together in a harmonious atmosphere.
"Wushang, have you also signed up for the Hundred Schools Exchange Competition?"
"Yes, Master."
At the dinner table, Zhao Wushang was devouring the food, and while he was immersed in cooking the rice, he secretly thought that the senior sister's cooking skills had improved a lot, it was so delicious.
"There are 10 games in the qualifiers. With my strength as an intermediate warrior, it would be a long shot to win 9 games."
"really."
Xu Renli nodded.
The number of students participating in the preliminaries exceeds 100,000. According to the promotion ratio of close to 10:1, about 10,000 students will advance to the formal competition.
The vast majority of low-level warriors should be eliminated directly and have basically no chance of entering the official competition.
Intermediate warriors like Zhao Wushang may be eliminated or promoted, depending on their strength and luck.
The stronger you are, the better your chance of promotion.
If you are lucky and don't run into those top warriors and seed players, then you have a great chance of advancing.
"Master, I...can I ask you some questions about practicing combat skills?"
"Let's talk after dinner."
After dinner, on the balcony.
Zhao Wushang took out the D-class super alloy magic sword and performed a set of sword fighting skills in front of Xu Renli, with a total of three moves.
“Overall, it’s pretty average.”
Xu Renli started to comment.
"The first move, you have been practicing for the longest time, right? You have reached the level of Xiaocheng, so there is no big problem, except for some details..."
At ten o'clock in the evening, Zhao Wushang left with a grateful look on his face.
"Master, thank you so much."
"Once a teacher, always a father...Although I only accept you as a registered disciple, you are still a disciple."
The next day, the Hundred Schools Exchange Competition continued.
The rules of the qualifiers are to randomly select opponents to ensure the greatest degree of fairness.
Game 5
, on the 66th battle platform, Mu Yueqi ushered in her second opponent. He was a genius student from an ordinary university, and his strength reached the level of a high-level warrior.
This student looked confident with a faint smile on his face. When he saw Mu Yueqi appearing in front of him, his smile suddenly froze and his confidence disappeared.
Top warrior?
Damn, I'm so unlucky!
"I'll give you three seconds to consider whether to surrender or fight?"
Mu Yueqi smiled faintly and put her hands behind her back, because she often saw her master doing this, and it seemed to be quite magnanimous, like a great big shot, so she has been imitating it recently.
"Of course it's a fight!"
Before he finished speaking, the student suddenly felt his head was confused, his body became light, and he suddenly started to fly into the clouds.
"Can I fly? Haha... No, I was kicked away by this woman... Ah! It hurts so much!"
For Mu Yueqi, victory is so simple.
On the other side, Arena 6, Platform 72.
Zhao Wushang held the sword and looked at his opponent solemnly. He was clearly a high-level warrior holding a magic sword!
All his good luck ran out yesterday because he received guidance from his master.
Zhao Wushang's opponent smiled and said, "Brother, admit defeat. You are an intermediate warrior, a little worse than me."
There is a small realm apart, and except for some geniuses who can fight beyond the level, ordinary people cannot cross it at all.
"I don't accept it!"
Zhao Wushang roared angrily, and quickly mobilized all the energy and blood in his body, pouring it into the long sword in his hand. The divine weapon buzzed, and a soft sound was heard.
cut!
This sword slashed down, affecting the nearby wind, speeding up by three points, and with a pop, it cut a bloody gash ten centimeters long directly on the opponent's right arm.
"Zhao Wushang wins the first game!"
Next to him, the referee who had been paying attention to the fight immediately announced.
This is also one of the rules of the competition. Students who use magic weapons are very lethal. They must not wait until they kill their opponents before announcing the result. That goes against the original intention of the competition.
Therefore, once a wound of more than five centimeters is left, the contestant who uses the magic weapon will be judged as the winner.
"How is that possible? His sword strike just now was so fast!"
Zhao Wushang's opponent was embarrassed and annoyed. He immediately put away his contempt and prepared to teach Zhao Wushang a lesson in the second game.