On the west side of the huge arena are the seats for the disciples of Yuyang Taoist Academy.
The wooden chairs of extraordinary quality were arranged neatly in a ladder shape. Looking around, hundreds of seats were packed. The uniform yellow robes of the disciples gathered together, as if they had turned into a golden ocean.
Very spectacular.
In the first row of these seats, Zhao Yiyun sat among a group of junior brothers and sisters who were younger than him. He raised his big hands and introduced to them the competing disciples standing next to the ring.
"Look! That's Qiu Hansong from Xuanguang Taoist Academy. He is one of the disciples who represented Xuanguang in the mid-year demon slaying event. He has been a disciple for three years, and today is his last chance."
The junior brothers and sisters followed Zhao Yiyun's direction and saw a handsome young man in purple robes, standing tall and straight, holding a sword.
What people are more concerned about is the woman next to Qiu Hansong. She has three thousand black hair tied at the back of her head. Her long ponytail falls straight down to her waist. Her delicate facial features are dotted with her snow-white skin. She has a plain hand on her waist.
The sword hilt, heroic appearance is the perfect way to describe her!
"Fang Yu, currently ranked seventh in the rankings, only one place lower than Qiu Hansong." Zhao Yiyun looked at Fang Yu with rays of light in his eyes, but he pretended to be calm and said.
"Senior Brother Zhao, who is the strongest disciple from Xuanguang Taoist Academy competing this time?" A disciple suddenly asked.
"The strongest disciple?" Zhao Yiyun was slightly startled, thinking that there are still people who don't know that person's name.
He immediately scanned the venue with his eyes, and finally locked onto the figure of the man in the corner of the huge arena.
He pointed with his hand, "The one standing alone over there is the ace of Xuanguang Taoist Academy, Baili Yangqiu."
"Wow! So handsome!"
When the disciples followed Zhao Yiyun's gaze and saw Baili Yangqiu's face, the female disciples in the crowd suddenly burst into cheers.
Zhao Yiyun pouted. In terms of strength, Baili Yangqiu may be weaker than Song Xinghe, but in terms of appearance, I am afraid that even if I search the entire Linzhou, I will never find such a handsome man.
He glanced at the other party and saw that Baili Yangqiu was wearing a glorious hair crown, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a wide purple robe that could not hide his strong figure. Just by standing there, he attracted the attention of many people.
And the huge sword on his back is the most concerning.
The scabbard of the giant sword seemed to be carved with strange stripes by some instrument. The stripes were thick or thin, long or short, and varied horizontally and vertically. A rough estimate was that there were at least a hundred stripes on the scabbard.
Regarding this point, Zhao Yiyun and his junior brothers and sisters were equally confused. He knew that Baili Yangqiu was a powerful weapon refiner, but shouldn't the weapon refiner's spirit patterns be engraved on the blade? What's the point of being engraved on the scabbard?
meaning.
"Baili Yangqiu, like Song Xinghe, was a disciple who started last year, but he ranked twelfth in the college examination last year and unfortunately failed."
"Senior brother, how strong is that disciple named Song Xinghe?"
Upon hearing this question, Zhao Yiyun was obviously stunned again, and his brows suddenly wrinkled.
A tall silver sword curtain with the power of a tsunami suddenly appeared in his mind, causing his brain to hurt.
He scratched his head and pointed at the red figures gathered on one side of the ring, "The one standing in the middle is Song Xinghe. He ranked seventh in the college examination last year, but voluntarily gave up the qualification to enter the three main peaks."
"Oh! I know this!" A female disciple suddenly jumped up excitedly and chirped, "He gave up his qualifications because of You Yaqin!"
"Oh——" All the disciples suddenly showed meaningful smiles.
"By the way, Senior Brother Zhao, why don't you take part in the college examination this time?" A junior brother suddenly asked inappropriately.
"Uh..." Zhao Yiyun's expression froze, and his face suddenly became embarrassed. Just as he was thinking about how to respond to this question, the disciples around him suddenly shouted.
"Look! It's Senior Brother Han An and Senior Sister Zhou Qinghan!"
Everyone immediately ignored Zhao Yiyun and quickly turned their heads to look down.
In the empty arena, two yellow figures that were neither red nor purple slowly climbed up the stairs and walked to the arena.
Standing on the left is the honest-looking senior brother Han An, and next to him is the outstanding-looking senior sister Zhou Qinghan.
"Ahem," Zhao Yiyun coughed twice, "You already know these two people even if I don't introduce them. You are all familiar with Zhou Qinghan, but for senior brother Han An, this year is also his last year, so you must prepare for it well.
He’s coming on!”
"Yes!" everyone replied in unison.
"Eh? Where did Su Xing go?" A disciple suddenly asked as he swept across the ring.
"Huh?" Zhao Yiyun was stunned when he heard this, and quickly looked around the arena, only to realize that his junior brother was not here!
Could it be that the junior brother followed his own advice and is not going to take part in this college examination?
No, no. Zhao Yiyun shook his head. He clearly heard that his junior brother made a bet with Song Xinghe, and they wanted to meet in the ring.
But now it's only half an hour before the academy examination begins, and all the disciples are already in place. Where has Su Xing gone?
The news that "Su Xing is missing" quickly spread among the disciples of Yuyang Taoist Temple. After a cup of tea, Du Jia, who was sitting in the lecturer's seat, also knew about it.
"What are you talking about, Su Xing is missing?" Du Jia's face suddenly became anxious, and he quickly waved to summon a martial arts boy, "Hurry up and go to Xiaozhu Peak to see if the child has overslept!
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"yes!"
After Wu Tong was saved, he immediately summoned the spirit crane and flew to Xiaozhu Peak.
After a while, the sound of a crane came, and Wu Tong quickly flew back.
"Reporting to the elder, I searched twice on Xiaozhu Peak and found no trace of Senior Brother Su. I knocked on the door of the Bamboo House, but no one answered."
"Ah? What did you say?"
At this time, Du Jia was completely panicked.
He remembered that Su Xing told him a month ago that he was going to take the hospital examination. Why did he suddenly disappear today?
You must know that among the disciples participating in the academy examination this time, Su Xing and Han An are the most promising to break the haze of Yuyang Taoist Academy for two consecutive years, successfully break through the top ten in the academy examination, and enter the three main peaks!
If the current predicament of Yuyang Taoist Temple can be overcome, he believes that in next year's enrollment, more outstanding students will join the Taoist Institute, and the future path of the Taoist Institute will become clear.
and……
He looked in the direction of the high platform with some worry. He clearly remembered how much Dean Jiang Lingyan had high expectations for Su Xing, and even spent the most resources in the Taoist temple on that child.
If Su Xing is really absent today, there is really no way to give an explanation to the dean.
"no."
Du Jia suddenly said something in a deep voice, and disappeared in front of everyone without caring about the eyes of others.
The next moment, a figure appeared on the platform in front of the four stone chairs on the high platform in the north.
"Du Jia has met the three deans and the elders!"
Du Jia was seen kneeling on one knee in front of the four people, holding his hands in a salute.
Seeing this, Jiang Lingyan frowned slightly, while the expressions of Yu Chuan and Liu Su on the side were a bit exciting.
After the inner sect elder saw the yellow robe on Du Jia's body, he turned his head and looked at Jiang Lingyan, "This is from your Taoist academy..."
"He is the current lecturer of our Taoist academy." Jiang Lingyan responded quickly, then looked at Du Jia and asked with an unhappy face: "What are you doing here?"
"Go back to the dean, Su Xing can't be found!"
"Huh? What do you mean you can't find it?"
Du Jiaxuan recounted what had just happened to the four of them. After listening to his words, the inner sect elder took the lead and asked:
"Dean Jiang, who is this Su Xing?"
Before Jiang Lingyan could speak, Yu Chuan rushed forward and replied: "Elder Lu, that Su Xing is just a new disciple of Yuyang Taoist Academy. Because he knows some tricks, he is regarded by Yuyang Taoist Academy as the most promising to enter this year.
Disciples of the three main peaks. If you ask me, this is really a joke."
"Oh?" The old man named Elder Lu touched his beard and asked Du Jia: "The college examination is one of the most important events of our Wanjian Sect. It is normal for a new disciple to be afraid of participating. Why should he come to the school?
Do we report?”
"This...this..." Du Jia was immediately speechless. The other party was an elder of the inner sect of Wanjian Sect. There was a huge difference in status between the two, so he didn't know how to respond.
"Elder Lu, Yuyang Taoist Temple regards a new disciple as a life-saving straw, which shows the extent of its defeat. After you see the performance of other disciples in their Taoist Temple later, you should have some opinions on the allocation of resources for the sect next year.
The clues are clear." Liu Su saw Du Jia's embarrassed look and said quickly adding fuel to the fire.
The old man in black robe did not speak, but nodded.
If according to what Liu Su said, Yuyang Taoist Academy has reached the point where it expects a new disciple, then the resources allocated by the sect leader to the Three Great Dao Academy next year should be reallocated.
At this time, the black-robed elder, the two deans, and Du Jia, who looked embarrassed, all looked at Jiang Lingyan, who remained silent.