In order to cooperate with this competition, the venue of the outer courtyard has also been slightly changed.

The most obvious is the transformation of a large field into a circle of six smaller fields, with a slightly larger field in the center.

The total number of freshmen in this class exceeded 500, and because the number was far more than in previous sessions, the rules of this freshman qualifying tournament have also changed to a simple elimination system, that is, losing one game is losing the qualification for the competition.

This is undoubtedly a nightmare existence for He Haoran and the others!

If he drew He Xuansheng in the first round, then it is not possible for him to become the first student in the history of Nanxiao Ling Academy, who was admitted to the first place in the assessment but was out in the first round of the freshman qualifying competition?

The student odds table shown on the big screen directly in front of it has long been removed, replaced by the student bracket table for qualifying.

He Haoran and the others all took a long breath after seeing their names and opponents.

I secretly said in my heart: Fortunately, I didn't get together with He Xuansheng's monster from the beginning!

Due to various reasons such as the number of people and the recovery of spiritual power, it was naturally impossible for the freshman qualifying competition to be completely completed in a day or two, and it was not until the fourth day that the remaining participants finally decreased from the initial more than 500 people to dozens of people.

I don't know if it's because of luck or the special arrangement of the Lingyuan, until now there has been no direct collision between the people of the He family and the two daughters of Luoyang Qin'er, and even Ling Lan has never been matched to fight with them.

He Xuansheng naturally knew the strength of He Haoran and the others, but Ling Lan really completely exceeded his expectations.

Having just broken through the double level, this kind of cultivation was considered a low existence among all the contestants, but Ling Lan was stubbornly defeating several existences whose spiritual power was much higher than her own.

Even the opponents that Ling Lan defeated in the last round were as high as two and five turns, and they could even be compared to He Haoran and a few others.

He Xuansheng also tried to perceive Ling Lan's fighting style, but now he was not only cultivating to the level of two and five turns, but even those guys in his spiritual world were temporarily dormant because of the seal.

In this way, He Xuansheng, whose perception was already far weaker than Ling Lan's, was naturally unable to detect Ling Lan's combat methods.

In the first three days of the duel, He Xuansheng didn't show much strength, and even the Snow Ridge Sword was easily defeated without taking it out.

On the other hand, He Haoran had a round of existence that completely restrained himself in the face of an attribute, if it weren't for his cultivation and combat experience being slightly higher than that of his opponent, he might really be out of the game directly halfway.

Although the other He Tianquan and others defeated their respective opponents, they did not have any outstanding performances.

But there is one person who is completely different, because he has super popularity, coupled with the gap in strength, he can completely crush his opponent and win.

After three days, I don't know how many admirers came to pursue this fairy-like girl, although all the endings of those people were in vain, but it was not hindered by a nickname quietly spread in the outer courtyard - the water spirit fairy!

Water Spirit Fairy, Luoyang Qin'er!

This era is really an era of looking at faces!

Every time he saw Luoyang Qin'er reject a suitor, He Xuansheng would secretly feel sorry for the suitor in his heart, and at the same time, he couldn't help but let out a few sighs of emotion in his heart.

Luck will come to an end, and if the first three days are like the gods living together peacefully, then this fourth day is the real Ragnarok.

He Haoran vs. Luoyang Bing, Luoyang Qin'er vs. He Tianquan, and what they were looking forward to the most was the duel between He Xuansheng and Ling Lan!

"Xuan Sheng, don't you keep your hands!"

Ling Lan, who was in the rest area, looked at the bustling test bench in front of him, and said to He Xuansheng on the side, "I really want to know how big the gap is between myself and you now!"

"You are, I've been investigating you for three whole days, but I don't feel anything!"

He Xuansheng smiled a little helplessly, suddenly stretched out a fist at Ling Lan, and said, "Come on, the stage is ruthless, the audience is brothers!"

"Hahahaha, come on!"

Ling Lan also showed her pride a little, and under the urging of the host outside, she walked out of the lounge with He Xuansheng and a few others, and walked onto a competition platform located in the east.

After all, the main stage is reserved for the protagonist, after all, compared with the duel between He Xuansheng and Ling Lan, Luoyang Qin'er, who ranks second on the odds list, and He Tianquan, who ranks sixth, are obviously more interesting and popular with the audience.

However, what He Xuansheng didn't notice was that the closest competition table to Tianqing's VIP room was the east competition table they were stepping on at this time!

"Ready, start!"

With the referee's order, the originally calm competition platform instantly erupted into bursts of powerful spiritual power fluctuations, and He Xuansheng bore the brunt of it, holding the Snow Ridge Sword and rushing straight towards Ling Lan.

At the moment when the Snow Ridge Sword was summoned, a layer of faint frost appeared on the table of the due east test platform, and the temperature also plummeted a lot.

Although before participating in the competition, Tianqing asked He Xuansheng to only be able to use one element, the light attribute, but this frost was completely the effect of the Snow Ridge Sword, and it had nothing to do with him.

Under this kind of thinking, almost every game He Xuansheng will use a part of the ice and snow element, and he doesn't feel half inappropriate in his heart.

Almost in an instant, He Xuansheng, wielding the Snow Ridge Sword, had already come to Ling Lan's front of him.

With a vigorous swing of his right arm, he didn't show the slightest emotion, and the long sword roared down like a big knife.

However, the moment the two sides touched, Ling Lan's body instantly turned into ashes, and He Xuansheng felt a sense of depression because he had exerted himself but had nowhere to go.

"How is that possible?"

At the place of He Xuansheng's right foot, a burst of perception spread, and the entire venue was enveloped in an instant.

However, as time went by, He Xuansheng's face became more and more ugly.

In his own perception, Ling Lan was as if the world had evaporated, and he couldn't perceive his breath at all!

"Ding—"

He Xuansheng's right ear trembled, his right foot kicked the ground, and his body rolled out to one side, and the Xueling Sword was pulled out violently, colliding head-on with the silver needle that suddenly approached him.

Although the power carried on this silver needle is not large, it is better than strong concealment!

At this time, He Xuansheng had fully bloomed the perception that he could use, but he could only barely react back when the silver needle approached him.

At this moment, He Xuansheng also understood Ling Lan's fighting style.

He had watched Ling Lan's first few games, but Ling Lan's figure had always been in his sight at those times, but his opponents were all like lost little girls looking around in the middle of the field in confusion.

"The figure has not disappeared, it is only his breath that has disappeared!"

He Xuansheng thought about it, and then his arms shook, and the spiritual power in his body frantically surged towards the Snow Ridge Sword, which also emitted a dazzling white light under the continuous infusion of spiritual power.

"Ice tornado!"

I saw He Xuansheng swing his long sword, and a huge tornado erupted in the center of the field.

Mixed with the howling cold wind and the continuous scattering of broken ice, even the barrier protecting the field trembled for a while, and constantly emitted a humming sound like a sign of weakness.

He Xuansheng had naturally done this kind of thing to cover his own aura, and he knew very well that it was just a change in the use of spiritual power.

Use your psychic power to completely envelop yourself, shielding yourself from your aura and your surroundings as much as possible.

To put it simply, as long as your mental power is stirred to the point that it cannot be calmed down, these methods are useless!

Sure enough, under the continuous roar of the ice tornado, a vague aura in mid-air also entered He Xuansheng's mind.

He Xuansheng raised his hand and swung a sword in that direction, and a snow-white qi blade roared upwards with a sharp aura.

Since his body had been exposed to He Xuansheng's perception, Ling Lan simply withdrew his perception.

The light of the spirit ring flashed, and I don't know how many fine silver needles suddenly appeared in the air, emitting a bright silver light under the sun's light.

Ling Lan's belief moved, and those silver needles floating in the air quickly formed a layer of metal shield in front of him.

After blocking He Xuansheng's blow, those silver needles seemed to have their own consciousness, half of the silver needles were still left beside Ling Lan himself, but the other half were flying towards He Xuansheng from different directions.

"Do you completely rely on mental power to control so many silver needles......

Looking at the silver needles that completely sealed his retreat, He Xuansheng smiled, wielding the Snow Ridge Sword to repel all the silver needles that approached him over and over again.

But those silver needles are not people, as long as Ling Lan's spiritual power is not exhausted, then these silver needles will tirelessly launch attacks again and again.

If you want to use your only remaining twofold five-turn spiritual power to carry Ling Lan, whose spiritual power is enough to rival the five-fold powerhouse, this is not a wise move!

He Xuansheng gritted his teeth, and with a move of his right hand, a small green dragon phantom appeared in the palm of his hand.

His right hand slapped the Snow Ridge Sword violently, and the Blue Dragon Phantom also entered the Snow Ridge Sword with He Xuansheng's slap.

The green light is blooming, and the dragon is dominant!

Looking closely, on the blade of the originally silver-white and flawless Snow Ridge Sword, an image of a green dragon clearly appeared!

This is the reason why Shangguan handed over the Snow Ridge Sword to He Xuansheng!

All-encompassing, it is the most powerful skill of the Snow Ridge Sword!

For a while, those silver needles around He Xuansheng were frozen in mid-air, as if they were surrendering to this long sword, no matter how Ling Lan used his spiritual power, those silver needles were unable to make any response.

"Dragon breath!"

He Xuansheng lightly tapped the ground with the Snow Ridge Sword in his hand, and a terrifying aura erupted from the head of the green dragon dragon coiled on the blade.

Under the light of that blue light, Ling Lan only felt a terrifying pressure suddenly fall on his shoulders, and his figure, which had been floating steadily in mid-air, began to sway.

Ling Lan herself was like this, and those silver needles were directly pressed to the ground by the pressure.

He Xuansheng didn't stop, his figure flashed and came to the back of Ling Lan, the blade of the sword was directly on Ling Lan's shoulder, and said with a smile: "You lost!"

"How did you do that?"

Ling Lan also smiled, and there was no disbelief in his tone.

You must know that among the several freshmen who fought against He Xuansheng before, there were also strong people who were two and four turns, but none of them could force out the long sword that exuded dragon power on their shoulders at this time.

Therefore, for He Xuansheng finally made this move, Ling Lan's heart was also full of pride, and he turned around and asked humbly.

He Xuansheng was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "How can such a proud existence as the Dragon King tolerate anyone looking at himself from the sky?"