“......？！”

Ling Yun was excited, and he came to his senses in an instant.

The auditorium was silent for a moment, and then a loud argument erupted.

"I'll go, I remember that Jiang Yifan is going to the Academy of Literature, right?

"What do you know, even the students of the Academy of Arts have requirements for martial arts, although one of them is in the Academy of Arts, and the other is in the Academy of Martial Arts, but before they enrolled, they were just prospective students of Cangling Academy, what is the strange thing about meeting together? But that Jiang Yifan is also a bit of something, only the top three hundred in the spiritual power test are qualified to enter the ring, and it is quite good that he can go to this point as a candidate of the Academy of Literature. ”

"Alas, Jiang Yifan probably can't be counted on, looking at his weak appearance, I doubt that he can pass five moves in Feng Wuhan's hands. ”

"Then who do you expect? Ling Feiyu? I still think his brother is more reliable. ”

"You be quiet, his brother is up there, looking for you?"

“......”

Song Yan couldn't help but look in the direction of Ling Yun, but found that the latter had already stood up, his eyes were firmly fixed on the field, and he had no time to deal with these gossips.

"Tsk, there's a good show to watch now. Song Yan shook his head.

In a sigh, Feng Wuhan's first opponent slowly walked up to the stage.

Delicate, weak. It was his first impression on everyone. If Feng Han is like a decisive general on the battlefield, Jiang Yifan is a typical weak scholar, and the outcome of this game seems to be doomed just by looking at the appearance.

"Don't you admit defeat?" Feng Wuhan looked at him steadily.

"It is not yet known who killed the deer. Jiang Yifan pulled out the sword in his hand.

"The knife and gun have no eyes, don't blame me for the injury. Feng Wuhan stood with a knife in his hand, looking like he had already won the battle.

“3... 2..."The referee is counting down.

"1! Let's go!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, Jiang Yifan disappeared in place.

And where he stayed, two stabs rose from the ground!

"The response was quick. Feng Wuhan praised.

As soon as Jiang Yifan's figure appeared, a tongue of fire erupted, forcing him to dodge again.

"Are you just going to hide?" said Feng Han.

Jiang Yifan didn't even have time to answer his words, Feng Wuhan's attack was fierce and intensive, and he was already a little difficult to parry.

As the minutes passed, the audience began to concentrate from the initial interest. After all, no one would have thought that a candidate from the Academy of Literature could last so long under Long Zhantian's hands.

Feng Wuhan obviously didn't want to drag it out either, and after the big knife missed again, he stood in place.

"Heavenly Sword • Hundred Ghost Style!"

Feng Han slowly lifted the knife, and tens of thousands of knife shadows covered the entire arena.

There is no way to avoid it!

Jiang Yifan's palms were sweaty, and he knew that this time he had no choice but to resist the wind and cold.

Jiang Yifan took a long breath, and between raising his hand, a wall of ice about three feet long stood up.

The wind chill raised and fell, the shadow of the sword burning with fire fell from the sky, the ice was evaporated by the high temperature, and the field was filled with water vapor for a while.

The ice wall thinned out quickly, and it didn't take long for it to collapse.

Jiang Yifan's face changed greatly, seeing that there was no way out, his heart was horizontal, and a green light pointed straight at the wind and cold!

"Mantis arm blocking the car!" the wind smiled without cold.

The crowd watching the battle held their breath nervously. But the difference in strength was too large, and after Jiang Yifan smashed hundreds of sword shadows in a row, he was finally invincible and was swept to the ground.

Feng Wuhan immediately stopped to avoid causing fatal damage to the other party.

"Are you still losing......" There was a sigh from the audience.

Just when everyone thought that the battle was over, a frost dragon had quietly formed behind Long Zhantian.

A powerful dragon's breath spewed out, and Feng Wuhan didn't stand firm, and was blown away!

Seeing that Feng Wuhan had left the scope of the arena, many spectators couldn't suppress their excitement and stood up one after another. According to the rules of the arena, it is determined that the opponent will automatically admit defeat when he leaves the stage, is the earth-shattering reversal about to be staged?

"It's over. In the VIP seat, Bei Mingxue closed her eyes.

Feng Wuhan spread his wings, forcibly stabilized his body in the air, and flew back to the arena.

"I'll ......," someone cursed in a low voice.

"My spiritual power has been exhausted, and you have won. Jiang Yifan got up from the ground and smiled generously.

"Stop!" the referee shouted to end the game.

There was warm applause from the audience. As a warrior, Jiang Yifan was still glorious despite defeat.

In the freshman standings, Feng Han has risen two more places and has entered the fifth place in the overall standings.

"The next player, please be in place!" shouted the referee.

The wind is cold, and it does not move like a mountain.

In fact, normally speaking, for the sake of fairness, there will not be a situation where a player will fight twice in a row. But for some reason, Feng Wuhan took the initiative to ask for all his today's events to be lined up, and the academy could only respect his wishes.

Ling Feiyu was not afraid of tigers after all, his little face was full of excitement, and there was no trace of fear.

"241st in the standings...... Don't you admit defeat?"

"Never!" Ling Feiyu's tone was full of determination.

“...... Good. Feng Wuhan frowned. An important reason why he asked for continuous combat today was that he wanted to use this to establish his authority, but he ran into a difficult Jiang Yifan, which increased the ambition of others. It seems that only by quickly eliminating the opponent in front of him can we hit the fighting spirit of the Longze people in a real sense.

"3, 2, 1, go!"

Ling Feiyu took the lead in attacking, instantly turning into three clones, directly attacking the wind chill.

Feng Wuhan didn't move, and the spiritual power around his body gushed out from his body, easily bounced Ling Feiyu out.

"Damn!" Ling Yun scolded angrily and jumped straight down.

As a spirit master of the same level as Long Zhantian, he could clearly feel how much spiritual power Long Zhantian had released in an instant, and it was probably not too much to say that he was doing it with all his might. With Ling Feiyu's cultivation, he would definitely not be able to withstand this blow, and he would vomit blood at the least, and at worst he would have to break a few bones.

"The strength is not enough, it's useless to be strong......" Feng Wuhan said lightly.

He suddenly noticed that the people present were quiet.

"It's kind of useful......" he secretly smug.

The audience in the audience even took care of their breathing. They clearly knew the situation better than the one on stage.

Ling Yun checked Ling Feiyu repeatedly and made sure that he was only unconscious after some traumatic injuries, so he waved his hand to let him go down.

“...... The wind is not cold?" Ling Yun turned.

“...... I am. Feng Wuhan choked back the word "nonsense".

"You," Ling Yun put his hand on his neck and wiped it gently, "Remember, stop, stop!!"