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On the fourth day of the freshman test, there were 32 people left in the four classes. These 32 people will be drawn by lot to compete and 16 will be selected to enter the final test.

Due to the large number of matches, the next 16 duels were divided into two batches, eight of which were played at the training ground in the outer courtyard and the other eight at the training ground in the inner courtyard.

The thirty-two people who stood out from the four classes stood neatly on the training ground of the outer courtyard, the dean of the outer courtyard stood in front of the team, and the instructors of the four classes stood on either side of him. The dean glanced at the crowd, and then said in a voice like a war drum, "Next, please come and draw lots in turn, and the students who draw the first eight will stand on my left, and the students who draw the last eight will stand on my right. 〞

After the dean finished speaking, everyone stepped forward to draw lots in turn, and Mo Ying drew one at random, and then returned to his position. "Twelve" Moying glanced at the sign in his hand, walked to the dean's right hand and stood in line. Mo Ying glanced at Bai Mu and Shangguan Siyi, both of whom were the top eight. After everyone had divided the line, the dean continued, "The first eight people compete in the outer court, and the last eight people follow Anna to the inner court. 〞

Anna walked out of the team and led the sixteen people on Mo Ying's side to the inner courtyard, and Mo Ying whispered cheers as she passed by Shangguan Siyi. Shangguan Siyi's face was blushing and she nodded heavily.

Mo Ying and the others came to the training ground of the inner courtyard, and many of the students in the inner courtyard consciously vacated the training platform, and then gathered around the training ground to wait to see the competition of the younger brothers and sisters. At this time, two adults walked from the crowd, a man and a woman, the man was dressed extremely cool, his hairstyle looked mighty and strong, and the woman walked very elegantly, and her beautiful face was reddish. The two walked over to greet Anna, then walked over to the referee's bench and sat down.

Anna glanced at the two of them, then looked back at the crowd and said straight to the point: "The competition has officially begun, please draw the number nine students on stage." 〞

There were two people in the team, but neither of them was in the same class. But among them, Mo Ying, the person in white clothes, had heard Bai Mu say that Bai Mu had told him about the dozen or so people who were very strong in the freshmen, and among them was this person named Ye Zixuan. Most of the Ye family's exercises were not particularly aggressive, so their ancestors created many ways to make up for this weakness. And Ye Zixuan is famous for his close-quarters confrontation.

The two men walked up to the training table and clasped their hands into fists as a sign of courtesy.

Mo Ying carefully observed Ye Zixuan's movements, and his seemingly casual standing posture was a very tight defensive action. The person on the other side made a move, and several white ice picks came towards Ye Zixuan, and the ice picks came to Ye Zixuan in the blink of an eye, but he didn't panic at all. The icicle passed through his afterimage, and he was already a few positions away. Ye Zixuan's wind control technique, compared with Bai Mu's thoughts, is even better. The wind attribute family really has a unique advantage over the wind attribute exercises.

Seeing that his attack was dodged, the man directly mobilized a large amount of spiritual power, and countless ice picks and ice needles formed in front of him, looking like a wall with ice spikes. With a loud shout, the icicle ice needle swept through like a storm, and Ink Shadow felt the temperature around the training bench drop a few bits. Ye Zixuan silently recited his mental method, and his speed became faster, leaving only a faint afterimage, Ye Zixuan deftly dodged most of the attacks, although he was still stabbed by a few attacks, it was not a big deal.

Ye Zixuan had already come to the man's side, and it was time for him to perform. Ye Zixuan's left and right fists alternately attacked, and under the Wind Resisting Technique, his high-speed moving body and extremely fast blows made the opponent powerless to fight back. Ye Zixuan snorted coldly, a large amount of spiritual power gathered in his right hand, and punched the person's lower abdomen, the shrimp that looked like a rickets, his body curled up instantly, and then the whole person burst back. There was a muffled sound, and the person fell heavily to the ground under the stage, and the alchemist on the side hurriedly walked over and stuffed a pill into his mouth. Mo Ying glanced at the place where the man had fallen, and there was a shallow dent on the hard ground.

In the next ten-draw competition, Mo Ying once again saw what crushing was, and Ye Mo, another member of the Ye family, used the same way, but made the opponent equally helpless, and then fell to the ground with one blow.

One of the two sides of the eleventh sign was Shangguan Chenfeng, and Mo Ying also saw him use the rain curtain, a single rain curtain was to block the opponent's attack, Mo Ying watched him trigger the action of the rain curtain, quickly, and very casually, Shangguan Chenfeng used swordsmanship to force the other side to defeat the battle again after blocking the opponent's attack.

After watching the three competitions, Mo Ying couldn't help but sigh: This is the gap in strength. Ink Shadow didn't know how many rounds he would be able to hold out if he faced them on his own.

At this time, Mentor Anna announced that the two sides who had drawn the twelfth lottery would compete on stage.

Hearing this, Mo Ying walked out of the team, and at this time, Zhao Jinghao in the team also walked out. Mo Ying walked up to the stage and looked at Zhao Jinghao. This really fulfills the old saying: It's not that enemies don't get together. Zhao Jinghao looked at him with disdain. At this time, someone in the crowd coaxed: "A spirit, a five-fold spirit, won't it be over in three or two clicks, this is too enjoyable to watch." "That's right, a guy with a five-fold reunion spirit can enter the top dozens of freshmen, and this year's freshmen are too watery. Someone in the crowd chimed in.

There were more and more discussions, and Mo Ying looked at Zhao Jinghao with a playful face, and reminded himself to stay calm. Zhao Jinghao's body moved, and his right hand, which was full of flames, hit the ink shadow, and the ink shadow took a few steps back and dodged it. Zhao Jinghao continued to keep up, and the speed of the attack became faster, the ink shadow was only at the peak of the five-fold gathering spirit now, but Zhao Jinghao was already a mid-star spirit, and the speed of the ink shadow was not comparable to Zhao Jinghao. After a few attacks, Ink Shadow couldn't dodge and was punched in the face, and the left side of his face immediately became red and swollen.

Mo Ying wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, then exhaled lightly, and the spiritual power sword gathered in his right hand. Zhao Jinghao looked at him playfully, and then pulled out his weapon from behind him. Zhao Jinghao's weapon is also a sword, but it is a physical sword, but it is only at the mortal level. Swordsmanship, many families, many people practice, but the entire continent is the most exquisite and powerful of the above official families. Zhao Jinghao carried a black long sword and came to the ink shadow in a few arrow steps. Then swinging the sword and stabbing at the chest of the ink shadow, the ink shadow raised the spiritual power sword, parryed down, the two swords wanted to collide, the black long sword sparked several sparks, and the spiritual power sword trembled violently. Mo Ying swung the spiritual sword, the speed of the sword was extremely fast, Zhao Jinghao instantly changed from active attack to passive defense, Mo Ying let out a low shout, the blue light of the spiritual sword became brighter and brighter, Mo Ying jumped up, the spiritual sword crossed the air in front of him, and the sharp sword qi went straight towards the other party. Zhao Jinghao immediately gathered a large amount of spiritual power on the sword, and then blocked it in front of him. The sword qi collided with the black sword's body, and it was immediately weakened a lot. But the remaining sword qi still passed through the defense and hit Zhao Jinghao, cutting a deep wound on his body, blood flowed out of the wound, and his clothes were oozing red in an instant.

Zhao Jinghao glanced at his wounds, his eyes full of anger. He threw the sword in his hand aside, and then raised his head to the sky and roared, the spiritual power of his whole body was completely stimulated in an instant, Zhao Jinghao silently recited the mental method, and the flames spread all over his body in the blink of an eye. From afar, it looks like an angry fire man.

Ink Shadow looked at him and whispered, "This is the Flame Technique. "I'm also practicing this exercise desperately.

The flame in Zhao Jinghao's right hand became more and more vigorous, and the beating flame made the air extremely sultry.

Ink Shadow raised his sword, and four rain curtains quickly appeared in front of him. Zhao Jinghao looked at Mo Ying, and the joint of his right fist rang out. Zhao Jinghao pounced with an arrow step, and his right fist was like a flame bomb, hitting the first rain curtain, which had no effect. The second, third, in the blink of an eye, the three rain curtains were broken, Mo Ying looked at Zhao Jinghao, who was like a bamboo, and said with a wry smile in his heart: "It seems that I have to use that trick, I don't know if there will be side effects after using it now." 〞

Zhao Jinghao's right fist hit the last rain curtain, and the flames finally weakened a little. When the rain curtain is about to break, the ink shadow emerges from the rain curtain. "Rain Xiaotu" Mo Ying said softly, and the spiritual sword stabbed Zhao Jinghao like a blue aurora, and Zhao Jinghao's right fist hit Mo Ying at the same time.

Zhao Jinghao looked at Mo Ying with a blank expression, but the sharp pain transmitted from his body to his brain made him twitch instantly. Ink Shadow stood in front of him, his face was also full of pain, and the two looked at each other, and their brains began to become confused under the intense pain. Zhao Jinghao looked at the ink shadow in front of him, but it seemed to be separated by an empty snowfield, the sound was absorbed by the heavy snow, and the silence was like death. Zhao Jinghao felt that his head began to tear like pain, and the objects in front of him became flickering and dark, he looked at Mo Ying's resolute gaze, and finally his eyes went black and he fainted.

Anna saw Zhao Jinghao fainting, and immediately announced that Moying had won, and then hurriedly called the alchemist to rescue Zhao Jinghao. Ink Shadow finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he had won in his brain, which was gradually entering a deep sleep, and his whole person instantly softened and fainted on the training table.

Seeing that Mo Ying also fainted on the training table, Anna sighed helplessly, and hurriedly beckoned the alchemist to take care of him.