January 10th.

The qualifiers for Jiangnan Wuhan University begin.

Early in the morning, the whole campus comes alive.

In the office of the Martial Arts Society, Jiang Hao held a list, and his face was a little gloomy.

After a long time, Jiang Hao sighed, put the list on the table, and then picked up the pen and crossed out his name.

"President, what are you?"

This list is the list of participants in the National Youth Exchange Competition and Jiangnan Wuhan University.

Originally, Jiang Hao, as the president of the Martial Arts Society, naturally signed up.

However, after he presided over the challenge of Zhang Xiaoyu and Wang Rui before, he had been performing tasks outside, and he just came back today.

As the president of the Martial Arts Society, Jiang Hao is strong.

A martial artist at the peak of the high-level war general realm, although he has not yet touched the threshold of the war emperor general, as long as he is given a few more years of precipitation and enters the war emperor realm, it will be sooner or later.

Jiang Hao was originally going to participate in this National Youth Exchange Competition.

After all, some of the rewards of the competition are still very generous.

There are not many SS-level genetic techniques in Jiangnan Wuda, and each one is sky-high.

S-level genetic techniques, in fact, can no longer be called genetic techniques, because martial artists below the Battle Emperor Realm can't cultivate such high-grade genetic techniques at all.

The reason why the world calls him genetics is just for convenience.

In fact, S-level and above genetic techniques can be called ancient martial arts.

These things have long been lost, and occasionally they will be quickly snapped up by some big chaebols and big families.

In Jiangnan Wuhan University, A-level and below genetics can be redeemed as long as there are enough credits, while S-level is different.

To exchange for S-level genetics, in addition to sufficient credits, you also need to have enough contribution points and merit points.

In other words.

Unless you have made significant contributions to Wuhan University, otherwise, no matter how many credits you have, you will not be able to exchange them for S-level genetic techniques.

In this National Youth Exchange Competition, the first place can get two prizes, one of which is any SS-level genetic.

Thinking about this, Jiang Hao couldn't help but feel a little upset, glanced at the list again, and finally sighed and slowly walked out of the door.

"What's wrong with the president? Why did you cross your name off the list? ”

"I don't know, the president seems to have something on his mind. ”

"I see he just took a special look at this name, does it have anything to do with this person?"

"Who?"

"Zhang Xiaoyu. ”

"Is it him? is it the freshman who beat Vice President Wang Rui into a cripple?"

"I think so, why wouldn't the president be afraid? ”

............

Several employees of the martial arts club said a word to you, and I said a word, and deliberately lowered their voices.

Jiang Hao's body was stunned, and he was a little tired.

He didn't say much, but sped up and left the Martial Arts Society.

Walking out of the martial arts club, Jiang Hao sighed again.

"Forget it, since he participated, then I won't participate, he defeated Wang Rui so easily, and he didn't burst out with all his strength at all.

It is estimated that I am on the right side, and the victory or defeat is also between five and five, and even, I may not be defeated.

I'm the president of a martial arts club, if I lose to a freshman, how will I mix up in this martial arts university in the future.

It's better to practice hard and strive to get a good ranking in next year's inner court competition.

As long as I can enter the inner courtyard, two years is enough for me to enter the War Emperor realm. ”

Jiang Hao muttered to himself, then quickly left and disappeared.

Yes, Jiang Hao was afraid.

As the president of the Martial Arts Society, the benchmark of Jiangnan Martial Arts University, he can't afford to lose.

In fact, the entire Jiangnan Martial Arts University is not without martial artists in the War Emperor Realm, but those martial artists are not cultivating in the outer courtyard, but in the inner courtyard.

Those who stay in the outer courtyard are either old students with mediocre cultivation talents and plan to graduate.

Or it's an old student who is stuck at the peak of the high-level war general realm and has never broken through.

As for the new students, don't mention it.

Jiang Hao is just twenty years old this year, in the prime of his youth, and it is also the golden age of martial arts cultivation.

A twenty-year-old warrior realm martial artist, wherever he is placed, is an existence that people look up to.

Because, entering the peak of the high-level war general realm at this age means that this person has the qualifications to step into the war emperor realm.

The warriors below the War Emperor realm are called the next three products.

If you go up to the imperial realm, you are a real high-level martial artist.

Jiang Hao was able to achieve such cultivation at this age and become the president of the Jiangnan Wuda Martial Arts Society, and the status and praise he received can be imagined.

As a result, he could not afford to lose.

He can't lose either.

Even if the probability of losing is only one percent, Jiang Hao will hesitate.

Many times, when you stand in a certain position, how you choose is not your own freedom.

"Perhaps, it's time for me to step down as the president of the Budokai.

I, Jiang Hao, am also the pride of the sky, the warrior dares to fight, the warrior must fight, once, I am also full of blood, not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the earth.

In order to become the president of the martial arts club, the warriors who fell at my feet were no more killed than Zhang Xiaoyu.

Now, I'm getting scared.

Why, is it because of this false name?"

At this moment, Jiang Hao thought a lot in his heart.

Whether fame is important or strength is important, Jiang Hao needs to make a choice.

At the same time.

On the playground of Jiangnan Wuhan University, there was a lot of people.

Although there were many people who left school before, most of them were some freshmen and some old students who were basically hopeless in cultivation.

Those who stayed were all students who were obsessed with the pursuit of martial arts.

Although it is only a qualifier, the participants in the qualifier are all the elites of the school, so this qualifier has a high gold content.

Huge playground, divided into ten rings.

The rules of the qualifiers are simple.

A total of 200 people signed up for the competition.

From one to two hundred, there are two hundred numbers.

Everyone uses the method of shuffling the lottery and adopts a one-on-one duel.

Ten people were finally decided.

That is, on the first day, there are a hundred battles, and a hundred people need to be eliminated.

Simply, the playground of Wuda is very large, and it can accommodate so many people to fight at the same time.

Such a rule sounds very unfair.

Because the lottery is random, and the people who sign up for the competition are not at the same level.

Among them, there are mainly warriors in the intermediate and senior war general realms.

In this way, if those martial artists in the intermediate war general realm are even more unlucky against those in the high-level war general realm, and those who encounter the peak of the high-level war general realm, they can only consider themselves unlucky.

Fight or throw in the towel.

At this moment, as the qualifiers began, the names of the participating opponents began to appear on a huge screen above.

"Ring Five. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu and Long Wuteng stood together, and when they saw their opponents at this moment, they found their ring serial numbers, and they didn't say hello to Long Wuteng, and walked quickly towards the No. 5 ring.

In a ring, there are many opponents, after all, the ring is limited.

Zhang Xiaoyu took a look at his opponent, who was a very tall swarthy boy who had cultivated to the realm of an intermediate general.

This old student, standing opposite, had a faint bloody aura on his body, and at first glance he was an ascetic who had been wandering in the killing for many years.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't have any other ideas, the cook asked him to be high-profile, so let's be high-profile.

Nodding slightly to the other party, as if he had said hello, Zhang Xiaoyu stretched out a hand and made a gesture of please.

"You're a freshman?"

The other party did not rush to make a move, but frowned slightly and asked.

Boom.

At the moment when the old student's voice fell, a black shadow flashed.

Then, a loud muffled sound sounded in the ring first.

The old student who confronted Zhang Xiaoyu didn't react, and his body flew backwards under a huge force, and finally smashed into the ring with a bang.

Ahem.

Lao Sheng clutched his chest, reluctantly sat up, and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs.

"Weak, too weak you, weak is not your fault, too much nonsense, it's your fault, above the ring, there is so much nonsense?"

Zhang Xiaoyu clapped his hands, then jumped out of the ring without looking back, shook his head and sighed, and walked outside the playground.

On the playground, the old students who hadn't done it yet fell into a stupor.

The first battle ended faster than expected.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't care about everything that happened behind him, and muttered as he walked: "The cook asked me to be high-profile, this should be high-profile enough, but this person can't help but fight, I haven't contributed yet, hey, invincible is really lonely." ”