Although Xuanyuan Yu was only a second-generation disciple in the Holy Golden Hall, his noble identity and his status as a seventh-order martial spirit were enough to make all the senior brothers worship.

The regent Xuanyuan Zhiji, who came to observe it, turned his head sideways, his eyes were slightly gloomy, and the corners of his lips hooked a meaningful arc, and said: "Yu'er, don't be excited, the grouping of the big martial arts is randomly selected." ”

"Random? How come I've never heard of a martial arts fight for a freshman entering the school, and I need to fight against a second-generation disciple of a second-order martial spirit?! Xuanyuan Yu was furious, and an extremely terrifying light burst out of his eyes like black holes.

Xuanyuan Zhihe's expression was cold, and he said: "Fu Dong has violated the door rules, and there is nothing unreasonable in arranging it this way." ”

"I think you did it on purpose!" Xuanyuan Yu ruthlessly exposed Xuanyuan Zhiji's face, "You let Luo'er fight against the second-order martial spirit, but let Xuanyuan Yangyue fight against a sick man who is about to die of a seventh-order great martial artist, Uncle Huang, the Holy Cultivation Academy is not your backyard, you can do whatever you want!" ”

The fierce argument between the two people quickly attracted the attention of everyone around.

Xuanyuan Zhiji was poked in the face, his face was dull, and he said angrily: "Coincidence! It's all a coincidence! It's Yangyue, she's lucky! That Ling Luo, she is unlucky, can she blame this king? It's a joke! ”

Xuanyuan Jing, the head hall master of the Shengdan Hall, slowly turned his head and looked at the two people who were arguing.

Xuanyuan Jing is over a hundred years old, except for his long silver-white hair and beard, he looks like a person in his thirties.

His cultivation is extremely high, and he has already touched the secret of his life, and his body not only does not get older, but has a tendency to be younger.

If it is really about seniority, Xuanyuan Jing is also the uncle of Emperor Xuanyuan, and his identity is very noble.

Xuanyuan Jing's faint glance made the arrogant and abnormal Xuanyuan Zhihe immediately silenced.

"Master!" Xuanyuan Yu looked at Xuanyuan Jing's gaze, and there was a faint trace of expectation, "Please also ask your old man to uphold justice." ”

Xuanyuan Jing narrowed his elite eyes, and his voice was like the endless wind between the mountains and rivers, atmospheric, quiet, and calm.

"It is indeed inappropriate to let Fu Dong participate in the freshman assessment. But the martial arts have already begun, and it is categorically impossible to stop. Wait until the third test is over, and then it's not too late to process it. ”

"But Luo'er ......"

"The freshman you care about will be noticed by the teacher, if she is really good, the teacher will let her enter the Holy Spiritual Academy." Xuanyuan Jing's answer was very fair.

Xuanyuan Yu relieved his heart at this time, and his slightly worried eyes drifted to the field, the first **** martial arts competition has begun.

Ling Luo held the Chixiao Sword in her hand, standing against the wind, her green clothes were fierce in the wind, she was like a blooming green lotus, blooming with stunning beauty.

No matter how strong the opponent is, you can't lose in terms of momentum.

Fu Dong also pulled out his long sword, and a layer of blue-purple flames condensed on the long sword.

With just one glance, Ling Luo recognized it, and what the other party tried out was the blue-purple ghost fire, one of the thirteen different fires.

The fight begins!

The two of them rushed out at the same time, both of them were extremely fast, like lightning, and with a "bang", the two swords slashed together.

Ling Luo's vitality was not as strong as the other party, but with the surging momentum of the extreme fire, he received more than a dozen moves in a row, and the two sides were on par.