The students of the Dark Sword Academy didn't know what happened to those top students, and they could only feel the momentum of the Dao that far exceeded before.

This means that the quality of the students of the Dark Sword Academy is another level higher, which is a good thing. The bad thing is that the possibility of these low-level students wanting to fish in the troubled waters of the Chosen Heaven War has become smaller.

Below the top students, they are all low-level students.

The tutors were also at a loss for this, but this was a good thing about the college, and they naturally did not show their ignorance.

In the end, an extremely strong momentum rose into the sky, but stopped at the critical point.

It was obviously suppressed, which filled the eyes of many who were looking at this place with regret.

When it was all over and Starry Sky returned to the room, it was already dark outside and the stars were shining.

Xingchatian listened to the even breathing from next door, smiled slightly, closed the door, and was silent.

The green shadow opened her eyes, and a trace of pain flashed through it.

"It's almost ......" Qingying muttered in a low voice, frowning and looking depressed.

With his hands around and together, he rearranged his breath, and the green shadow gradually calmed down, his eyes gradually closed, and he sat like an ancient clock.

......

Rumble!

"In the next game, intermediate student Li Yu and intermediate student Meng Ran, come to the stage!"

There were a lot of people around the square, and a young man with an ordinary appearance and a simple girl walked up to the high platform erected in the square from both sides.

The two gathered fifty zhang, and the referee, who was temporarily the mentor, looked at both sides, and the rising palm fell.

"Let's go!"

The two teenagers rushed towards each other, each using their own abilities.

The circle close to the high platform was almost all middle-aged, and they exchanged their heads and ears to each other, pointing to their children behind them from time to time, patting their chests to assure something.

Scattered in turn, sitting in a circle were the students of the Dark Sword Academy, and the students who called their names, no matter how apprehensive they were, had to go through this level.

Qingying was cultivating because of Xingchatian, and when the two walked to the square, they found that the competition had already begun.

Seeing that there were no seats, the two stepped back a few times, jumped onto the roof, stood on the main ridge, and looked down at the high platform.

Qingying didn't look at the two students who were fighting for the first time, but scanned the seat, looking for the shadow.

Behind the referee, a girl hunched over behind a middle-aged man caught his eye.

Qingying let out a light breath, he didn't know what he was looking for her for, was it because he wasn't at ease, or did he not trust Xingchatian, or did he still have thoughts about Yan Bing?

All kinds of thoughts surrounded his mind, and Qingying suppressed these thoughts, and now he had nothing to do with Yan Bing, and it was best to stop having anything to do with it.

Yi Yuan sat in the center, just facing Xingchatian and Qingying.

The entire roof, there were only the two of them, so obvious, but only a few Seeping Yuan Realm powerhouses could see it.

Yi Yuan looked up and smiled imperceptibly, lowered his head and continued to stare at the battle below.

Qingying's eyes swept over Yan Bing and looked at the middle-aged people with particularly outstanding temperaments.

The middle-aged man in front of Yan Bing had a sturdy figure, his red hair stood on end, his red eyes were Lingran, and he was full of sharp aura as a whole.

This should be the City Lord of Fire City, Huoqiyi.

The Qingying film line moves horizontally, and on the left is a middle-aged man talking and laughing. The man was in high spirits, with black eyes and green hair, and his pupils were full of cunning.

Qingying thought about it, this strong man should be the city lord of Wind City, Fengya.

The next moment, the idea was confirmed.

A familiar figure threw herself into the man's arms, it was the girl they had met at the West Welcoming Gate.

The young master of Windy City, he hasn't seen it yet.

"Hey!"

The moves of the teenagers on the field are up and down, and the girls are like duckweed in the wind, crumbling.

Many colleges have pinched a cold sweat for the girl.

Qingying was a little speechless, how could he defeat people like this, one didn't attack the vital point, and the other had no stamina, if he were a mentor, he would have been slapped in the face.

In the end, I'm afraid the teenager will fall to the ground first, if the girl persists.

As Qingying expected, the girl was sweating on her forehead, constantly tossing and turning to avoid Li Yu's attack, Li Yu was like a torrential rain, and Meng Ran couldn't raise her head oppressively.

But Meng Ran kept insisting, and gradually his lips began to turn white, which was a sign that his body was about to collapse.

At this time, Li Yu's offensive also slowed down, not that he was pitiful and cherished, it was true that his star soul was a little insufficient, and his body was a little unable to keep up with the intensity.

Meng Ran seized the opportunity, suddenly stepped forward, his body paused, and he squatted, and Li Yu's subconscious horizontal kick directly threw himself into the air.

If she can't seize this kind of opportunity, she is not worthy of being called a student of the Dark Sword Academy. A backhand punch hit Li Yu directly in the lower abdomen, and he didn't forget to kick him in the calf, causing Li Yu to lose his balance.

In this way, the winner of this competition has been decided.

After the referee confirmed, he said loudly: "Meng Ran wins, the next game ......"

The competition was in full swing, and some ended quickly, and the longest was half an hour.

Neither of these two people wanted to hand over the killer weapon, and they kept trying, but the consumption of spiritual stars and souls was not large, and in the end, the referee had no choice but to sentence the two to a draw, and this longest competition came to an end.

"Intermediate student Yan Bing, intermediate student Feng Qingyan on stage!"

Qingying's somewhat dull eyelids were raised, just in time to see the girl's light posture, which was extremely graceful.

Turning his gaze, he noticed that he had seen another cadet as well.

The girl named Feng Qingyan should be the daughter of the city lord of Windy City, and her cultivation is on par with Yan Bing, both of whom are fourth-level cultivators in the Wuyuan Realm.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, this cultivation is not a genius, and the talent can only be regarded as good, not excellent.

It's interesting.

At this time, Qingying also found that the minds of the various forces sitting in front of him straightened up slightly.

Qingying thought of the reason, and her expression became complicated.

Now the confrontation between these two girls is not just a confrontation between two students.

Feng Qing Yan Yingying raised her hand, the waves in her eyes flowed, and her voice was like a warbler: "Sister, don't be ruthless...... My sister is no match for my sister......"

On the outside, it is indeed Feng Qingyan who is gentle and petite, and Yan Bing looks more mature in comparison, which may also be related to Yan Bing's occasional missions with the Flowing Dragon Squad.

Yan Bing snorted lightly, did not speak, reached out and shook it, holding the cold whip in his hand.

This is not the first time that a refining weapon has appeared in the competition, but there is no such thing as the cold air coming out of the long whip in Yan Bing's hand.

Qingying's ears twitched slightly, and she heard the message of the long whip from the whispering students.

"This is the Cold Pole Whip, it seems to be a seventh-rank refining weapon, it seems that it is still tailor-made for Yan Bing......"

"I didn't expect the city lord of Fire City to be really willing to ......"

"Then Feng Qingyan is dangerous. ”

"You also underestimate Wind City, how could they not give Feng Qingyan a refining weapon. ”

"That's right, who do you think has a better chance of winning?"

"Needless to say, it must be Yan Bing. ”

"This is not necessarily, I think Feng Qingyan has a better chance of winning......"

......。

Secretly began to stand in line below, and the fame of the two girls was indeed too high.

Qingying looked at Feng Qingyan, this seemingly gentle girl, what is her refining weapon......