For the first time, Gong Qingyun no longer had hope for Su Qianqian, looked at the two people in the room, and scolded in an inaudible voice: Hmph! A pair of adulterers*, since Su Qianqian is unkind, don't blame me for being unjust, you must know that there are a lot of people in the middle grade, who are greedy for your beauty, and you Wu Chen can't think of anything I can't get.

Then he remembered something, and a wicked smile leaked from the corner of his mouth, and he secretly thought to himself, aren't you Wu Chen very powerful? If you have the ability, you will win the freshman championship, but if you win the championship, that will be your death period! There are many people in the intermediate class who want you to die!

Gong Qingyun, who was thinking like this, had another sense of self-satisfaction, sweeping away the gloom in his chest, as if he had seen the day when Wu Chen's life and death fell.

I have to say, this is also a kind of sadness!

And Wu Chen, who was beside Su Qianqian, of course couldn't hear what Gong Qingyun was thinking, but even if he knew, he probably just smiled and didn't care!

It's like sitting on the throne of the Ninth Five-Year Dynasty, how should you react when you hear that a small people want to plan their own mountains and rivers?

After the divine sense probed again, he found that Su Qianqian's body had recovered most of the time, and it was estimated that he would be able to get rid of his weakness in a few days.

Wu Chen looked at the bustling audience, and he didn't have the mind to find a place to sit down, so he stood in the corridor aisle, waiting for the referee to call his name, and then he could go directly to the bottom of the martial arts stage.

The semi-finals are divided into two games, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, and one player is selected to compete for tomorrow's freshman assessment champion.

Everyone in the audience was also chattering about who would win, who would win, who would be who, and how, but most of what Wu Chen heard was about Zhong Wuji, rarely mentioned himself, occasionally mentioned, and just said, who is in the top four, I heard that luck is really against the sky! A waste, I heard that because, it has always been good luck, and the opponent he met was either a little girl who was powerless, or he abstained from the opponent, and basically entered the final of the top four lying down.

The other person also replied with a sneer: "Hmph! This kind of person is just lucky, but now he can't do it, I'm going to see him lose face in a while!"

Wu Chen listened to the discussion of several people with a black line on his face, and really wanted to kick it up, and the little girl who was powerless?

Suddenly, the middle-aged referee at the bottom of the martial arts stage shouted "Quiet", and after a while, the martial arts arena of Nuoda returned to silence, and then the middle-aged referee continued: "Heaven, A, No. 1" players, and "Tian, B, No. 1" players, came to the stage to participate in the competition.

Everyone in the audience also looked at the martial arts stage with an expectant expression.

Wu Chen heard his serial number, so he walked slowly towards the martial arts stage.

And a few people who were still discussing Wu Chen just now suddenly saw Wu Chen slowly walking towards the martial arts stage, and couldn't help but think in their hearts: How can you be unlucky?

Wu Chen, who had just stepped into the martial arts stage, looked at a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy standing opposite him in white clothes and holding a long sword.

With a pair of sword eyebrows and a marked face, coupled with the long black hair tied at the back of his head, even Wu Chen, who has always claimed to be good-looking, couldn't help but secretly praise: What a good one, a handsome Xuanxiu swordsman boy!

However, Wu Chen felt that the young man in front of him seemed to be a little familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, he remembered that it was the Leng family grandson of the head of the ten major families of the Heavenly Dao Mansion, Leng Lingxiao, who had rebelled against the Zhong family.

Wu Chen arched his hand towards the other party as usual, and said, "Class ten, Wu Chen." ”

But the man on the other side just nodded lightly, almost imperceptibly.

One piece, Lao Tzu is the appearance that you can't climb, and he almost didn't let Wu Chen get angry now, so he ran over and beat him up.

Immediately, the middle-aged referee shouted, "Start!"

Leng Lingxiao, who was holding a sword in his hand, didn't seem to be about to make a move, and stood in place and looked at Wu Chen with a condescending look.

Wu Chen tugged at the corners of his mouth, who did he learn from, as soon as he got on the field, he knew that he was handsome and pretending to be cool, if it was a life-and-death struggle, he didn't know how many times he had died.

Wu Chen shook his hands, and had no choice but to walk towards Leng Lingxiao by himself.

I saw Wu Chen walking at a strange pace, deep and shallow, left and right, cooperating with the appearance of a hanger, which really made everyone cry and laugh.

In fact, this is also the unique style of martial arts, it can also be called a fight, I heard that it originated from the dance fight before the barbarian cultivation competition, and was finally changed by the martial arts duel, ten thousand years ago, you have to take the first step, occupy the martial arts potential, in order to make it easier to defeat the enemy and win, and the battle between elective and martial arts, Xuan Xiu often interrupts the martial arts at the first time, preventing the martial arts from occupying the sky.

But Wu Xiu has declined, and today, when Xuan Xiu is in power, there are still people there who will understand this.

Originally, Leng Lingxiao felt ridiculous when he looked at Wu Chen's appearance of jumping off the beam, but gradually, Leng Lingxiao noticed that something was wrong, Leng Lingxiao, who had been cultivating swords since childhood, had a natural perception of sword potential, and at the moment Wu Chen started, he felt that his natural potential was losing little by little, more and more.

As for the role of potential, we have to talk about the existence of the Heavenly Dao, the entire Xuanwu Continent has its own Heavenly Dao reincarnation, the Heavenly Dao is not a certain person, or a certain force, the Heavenly Dao is a rule, a law, the cultivation of monks is to continuously obtain the recognition of the Heavenly Dao for themselves, and the level of cultivation is just how much the Heavenly Dao recognizes for you. And the Nine Ancestors 10,000 years ago were the nine people who were the lowest from the sky and the highest from the earth, and it happened to represent a way for the Heavenly Dao to recognize you, although it was only a lowest-level recognition.