After the match between Canglan and Ivy League, today's game is also over, and tomorrow will be Canglan and Lingyun to decide the champion, and God of War and Ivy League will compete for third. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After the game, the students on the Ivy League side left the field gloomily, Tianxiang left the team directly, Yueling wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Yan Tong, "Let him calm down first!" "Hmm!"

Tianxiang walked alone on the way back to the room, and Wu Huan's last words kept echoing in his mind: "What is the difference between having power in the air and not being able to use it and a fierce beast!"

"Damn boy, I won't lose to you!" Tianxiang clenched his fists, his nails almost embedded in the flesh.

"Tianxiang, she told you to go over!" At this time, a voice came from behind Tianxiang.

"Aunt Linghua, who do you say are looking for me?" Tianxiang couldn't help asking.

"There's anyone in the whole of me who can call you but her. Looks like you've been a blessing in disguise. Linghua couldn't help laughing.

Tianxiang followed Linghua to a suite, and the two bowed after a layer of roller blinds.

"Young Palace Master, Tianxiang brings it!" Linghua said respectfully.

"Tianxiang has seen the young palace master. "I can see the person I think about for a long time, Tianxiang feels that it is worth losing today.

"Describe the situation today!" The voice is ethereal, warm and pleasant, and it is a pleasure to listen to the voice, and it is perfect if it does not have the indifference that rejects people from thousands of miles away.

"Yes!" Tianxiang slowly described the bits and pieces of today's battle against Wuhuan in his mind, mixed with a little exculpatory words for himself, the girl in the curtain listened quietly without saying a word, although Tianxiang did not see the person behind the curtain himself, but just by the curtain compartment revealed a beautiful shadow that led to infinite reverie.

"Stand down!" The hostess behind the curtain spoke up.

"Young ......" Tianxiang wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Linghua's eyes.

In Linghua's own room in the hotel, Linghua raised his hand and gave Tianxiang a slap, and the tall Tianxiang was slapped away by Linghua, who was not more than his chest high.

"Do you know why I hit you!" Linghua no longer had the smiling face he had just now, and his pretty face was covered with frost.

"It's because I lost!" For this elder who watched him grow up since he was a child, Tianxiang honestly admitted his mistakes like a child who had done something wrong.

"Wrong! Victory and defeat are commonplace, and what lives to the end is what the winner wins or loses for a while. Your mistake lies in the untruth of what you just said and the quibbling of yourself, your game Young Palace Master has been watching it, whether what you said is the truth or not, she knows better than you!" Linghua was furious, "Are you sure you can beat this Wuhuan next time you meet him?"

"This time I lost to a light enemy, and I will definitely not lose again next time!" Tianxiang gritted his teeth.

"Okay, remember what you said today, if you still lose the next time you meet him, then what you say today will be your dead end, and you won't have a chance against the young palace master in the future. Linghua said solemnly to Tianxiang.

"Yes!"

At this time, on the other side of the hotel, this year's Canglan Academy broke into the finals, and Yan Feng still hasn't come back to his senses, and then he stared at Wuhuan fiercely, as if he was afraid that Wuhuan would suddenly run away.

"Hey, I said Mr. Yan, you don't have to keep staring at Wu Huan, he'll be embarrassed!" Feng Xiang laughed.

"He's embarrassed to hide it deep enough, if it weren't for Ji Dong's suggestion, would you be going to hide it all the time!" Yan Feng was heartbroken for this competition, but who knew that a Wuhuan suddenly appeared and directly made Tianxiang, the strongest Ivy League, which was really another village, too exciting.

"How can that! My personal reputation is the honor of the small academy, and I will go to the death, who knew that Tianxiang was so unbeaten!"

Everyone couldn't help but sweat profusely, that Tianxiang was still weak, didn't see his other teammates pressing most of us out of breath!

"By the way, you can go to the Tower of Babel in the City of Innocence when you have time in the future!" Wu Huan said to everyone.

Everyone who was joking instantly froze, and after everyone looked at Wu Huan, they all thought about something, and Ye Ge's eyes were about to narrow into a line, what did he want to do?

In fact, Wu Huan didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to verify the guess in his heart, and with their strength, Wu Huan believed that Babel couldn't kill them.

Night fell, and everyone had more or less some experience in a big battle today, so everyone went back early to understand it. Wuhuan came to the garden alone again, overlooking the night scene in the distance by the railing, and soon after, the girl also came, and the two did not say hello or communicate, each as if the other did not exist.

"Help me forge a spirit soldier!" said the girl, leaning against the railing, in her melodious voice.

"Level, request!" Wu Huan asked without turning around.

"Your current level!" the girl asked.

"Green, additional inscription!" said Wu Huan.

"Give it to me the night after tomorrow, and I'll give you the materials!" the girl said.

"Yes!" Wuhuan replied.

After saying that, the girl got up and left, leaving behind a space bag containing casting materials and a drawing, which was a weapon pattern drawn by the girl. Holding the drawing, Wuhuan looked at it by himself, "Blood Moon Soul Scythe, it seems that you are not simple!"

The next day, the whole arena was boiling, and today was the final day of the college competition. Who can win against the oldest academy against the academy that has been established for less than a month, the gamblers in the Zhongdu peripheral casino are about to be driven crazy by this question, and the dealers are frantically collecting amazing fortunes, and they are eager for dozens of more games.

As a local academy, Lingyun Academy's odds are almost less than 1:1, while Canglan Academy has a huge gap of up to 1:3, and it seems that Lingyun Academy is stronger in the hearts of these gamblers.

Before the start of the finals, the third and fourth places were ranked, and the God of War and the Ivy League colleges, which had been first and second in the past, had to fight for the third and fourth places, which must have been something they did not expect.

The defeat of the God of War Academy is understandable, after all, Lingyun's chief Ge Shuxuan was defeated by Gail, and the Ivy League's Tianxiang lost to the little-known Wuhuan, which is unacceptable to everyone, so that there is a saying that this year's Ivy League is the weakest class ever, and that Tianxiang is just an empty shelf.

Now on the field, one side is the God of War Academy, which lost the game inexplicably, and the other side is the Ivy League Academy, which has suppressed the fire in the belly, and the two teams are more aggrieved than the other. Therefore, under the referee's order, the Ivy League, which has always been famous for its demeanor, rushed forward with a posture that was more fierce than that of the Northern War Clan, and the entire ring instantly became the ocean of Yuan Li, and ordinary people trespassed to death.

The two sides fought against each other, the soldiers against the soldiers, the generals against the generals, Tianxiang against Gail, Yan Tong against the two sides of the Mo but played a real fire, the game was not long but the battle was extremely fierce, Ivy proved his strength with his strength, Tianxiang and Gail directly started with full firepower, and even cast the Holy Phantom from the ground to the sky, across half of the ring, ploughed the ground over and over again, and the rest of the students couldn't help but avoid being affected.

"Damn, that Tianxiang turned out to be so fierce! wouldn't it be ...... that one called Wuhuan yesterday?"

"That Wuhuan is definitely a guy who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, I can't imagine that Canglan Academy is so tolerant and hides his trump card so well!"

"Lord Tianxiang is the best!" "The girl is very blind.

"I can't imagine that you are so strong, did that Wuhuan really win you instead of you releasing water?" asked Gail in the gap between the battles.

"You're an insult to me!" Tianxiang was fed up with a group of people pointing at himself behind his back, and Gail's words were tantamount to rubbing salt on his wound for him who was naturally arrogant, and Tianxiang's eyes were almost red.

"Damn, I'm really stimulated!" Gail clearly felt that Tianxiang's attack was getting sharper and sharper, and even did not hesitate to exchange injuries for injuries.

As the saying goes, the strong are afraid of the ruthless, and the ruthless are afraid of death, Gail was instantly pressed by Tianxiang's sword and could only return to defend himself, and he was directly hung on the color.

"MD, I'm going to be afraid of you desperately!" "The wound where Ling Yun was injured yesterday collapsed again, and blood flowed out, and the injured beast was the most terrifying, and Gale was even more crazy when he saw blood.

The two people who were present with the highest cultivation scuffled like small people in the market, what moves are not moves, and the combination of strong skills is also a good combat skill, and the consequence of fists to the flesh is that the flesh and blood of the two are flying, and there is no good place on their bodies.

In the end, Gale was the better at defeating Tianxiang, and Gale himself was so tired that he sat on the ground, and he couldn't bear such a high-intensity continuous battle with his strong body of the war clan!

It can be said that the gap between the God of War and the Ivy League is really small, and with similar heritage and inheritance, no one is much better than the other. So far, the two academies have won and lost each other, and if they lose, it's a pity that they can't win, and they are all miserable victories, and in the end, only Gale can stand up tremblingly, and the others all lie down, and finally the God of War Academy won by a narrow margin. After this game, at least no one will say that the Ivy League Academy and Tianxiang are too weak, and the blame can only be blamed on the Canglan Academy being too strong.

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