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The person who won the same number was the opponent, Shen Yuheng looked at the number in his hand, it was an unlucky number.

Four hundred and forty-four.

From a distance, she saw her opponent, a man with an obscene smile on his face, the man saw Shen Yuheng's moving face, and immediately smiled at the person next to him, the obscenity in his eyes was self-evident.

Just glanced at it, Shen Yuheng didn't look over his head and watched the competition on the stage intently.

Those who lose have no second chance, and if they are unlucky to meet a strong opponent in the first round, they can only sigh that their fate is not good, and wait until next year to make a comeback.

Those who lose will still be able to compete in the tournament in their second year for a chance to enter the preparatory class.

There are only 50 people in the preparatory class every year, and for these 50 places, these people can be said to have done their best!

Soon, it was Shen Yuheng.

Feng Louchun stood under the stage, watching Shen Yuheng jump onto the martial arts platform, the sarcasm in his eyes was even worse, now Shen Yuheng's opponent is carefully selected by her, Ma Lang's cultivation is one of the best even if it is placed in the preparatory class, but it is bad luck every year, this has always been a miscellaneous servant, and now Shen Yuheng has met that man, whether it is by face or by real ability, you will know in a battle!

"Yo, that little beauty actually met Maro in the first scene? ”

Although the people below sighed with pity in their mouths, they had a lewd smile on their faces, obviously they were also happy to see that Shen Yuheng met Malang in the first scene.

"I don't know if Malang can play with our brothers after he is happy? That little face is really good-looking. ”

The man on the side rubbed his hands, his eyes were about to fall to Shen Yuheng's chest, if it weren't for the fact that these female cultivators still had pants under their skirts, I am afraid that their eyes would have been aimed under the skirts of the female cultivators!

The people on the side immediately laughed obscenely when they heard this man's words, and those female cultivators felt uncomfortable for a while when they heard their words, and they stayed away from them without a trace, but if Shen Yuheng really fell to that fate, they would also be happy to hear it.

After all, they are always a little hostile to those of the same sex who are too good-looking.

Shen Yuheng looked at the obscene Malang, and only felt disgusted for a while, she held the dagger in both hands and stared at Malang deadly.

Malang's weapon is a pair of sharp claws, and there is a slight cold glow on the claws, which makes people feel nervous when they look at it.

I saw a cold light flashing on the competition platform, and the two figures moved at the same time, and everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the two figures had been staggered together, leaving a string of afterimages in the air.

Malang's speed is known to everyone, but everyone didn't expect Shen Yuheng's speed to be so fast, and he could even keep up with Malang's speed!

However, even if Shen Yuheng's speed can keep up with Ma Lang, more people are not optimistic about Shen Yuheng, just because Ma Lang is too strong, it has been so strong that they can only look up, if it weren't for the fact that Ma Lang met those little geniuses the first few times, now Ma Lang is also a person who has entered the preparatory class!

The dagger in Shen Yuheng's hand waved quickly, and his figure was like a bolt of lightning.

I saw Shen Yuheng's figure drifting like a ghost, all everyone could see was an afterimage, and the face that attracted everyone's attention had become blurred in the afterimage, because the figures of the two people were staggered so fast, and the people below couldn't even tell who had the upper hand!

Shen Yuheng's lips were pursed tightly, the movements in his hands were round and dexterous, and the dagger brought a cold glow in the air from time to time, and sometimes it would even wipe Ma Lang's chest, making Ma Lang break out in a cold sweat.

If Shen Yuheng was stabbed into his chest, where would he have a way to live?

I saw that the figure of Ma Lang, who was still fighting with Shen Yuheng just now, suddenly disappeared, Shen Yuheng's heart sank, the dagger in his hand was in a defensive posture, and his divine sense swept over the competition platform vigilantly.

Ma Lang's disappearance was too abrupt, without any warning, not even a trace of aura fluctuations, such an abrupt disappearance was something Shen Yuheng had never experienced, and she couldn't help but raise all her vigilance.

Who knows if Maro will suddenly appear in the next moment and stab his claws into the back of her heart?

At any given moment, the loss of vigilance is fatal.

"Sure enough!"

The people below saw that Ma Lang suddenly disappeared, and they were also excited, just by virtue of this move, Ma Lang can be said to be invincible in all the miscellaneous servants, of course, his trick was not less broken, after all, those little demons always have endless strange ideas.

So now that Shen Yuheng is facing this move, can he break it?

Everyone below stared at the competition platform without blinking, for fear that they would miss any detail.

However, none of these people thought that Shen Yuheng would win, and none of them hoped that Shen Yuheng would win.

The men wanted to turn Shen Yuheng into a slave, and the women didn't want Shen Yuheng to steal their limelight, so naturally they didn't expect Shen Yuheng to win.

The space has not changed, the aura has not changed, and the person Malang seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

Shen Yuheng's breathing was a little short, and on the huge competition platform, only the sound of Shen Yuheng's breathing remained.

Ma Lang had already approached Shen Yuheng step by step, but Shen Yuheng seemed to be unaware.

Ma Lang originally thought that Shen Yuheng would be a difficult person, and it was even possible to break his trick like those little demons, but Shen Yuheng didn't.

She still made that defensive gesture, as if she still hadn't found any trace of Marou.

Ma Lang's claws were already raised high and pulled towards Shen Yuheng's heart.

As long as he defeats her, he will be able to enter the preparatory class, he will be able to get the benefits she promised from Feng Louchun, and he will also be able to harvest a beautiful slave!

Ma Lang's eyes flashed with lustful light, and his gaze at Shen Yuheng was already full of ambition.

At this time, his claws were almost touching Shen Yuheng's heart, but Shen Yuheng still didn't look back, the two daggers in his hands flashed in the sun, and Ma Lang's face still had an expression of ambition, but everyone below shook their heads, looking at Ma Lang's eyes with a little pity, and a little bit of schadenfreude.

The corners of Shen Yuheng's lips were gently hooked, making that stunning face even more moving.

"Don't look at it, Malang lost. ”

"Hey, what a waste, how about being the first person like this?"

"It's a pity, I guess I can't taste the taste of that beauty. ”

"Come on, you, people will be in the preparatory class by then, so don't be a toad and want to eat swan meat!"