After a few days of round-robin and knockout rounds, there were only four teams left of all the freshman teams.

The progress of the freshman assessment has also come to the semi-finals, and after today's competition, the afternoon will be used to rest, and the final will be held the next day.

Although there are not many teams left, only one game per day, the audience area is still overcrowded.

Not only the freshmen who were asked by the teacher to come over to watch the battle, but also many senior students, and some of the academy leaders who usually saw the dragon without seeing the end.

For example, the deans of the two major factions of the college, Yan Shaozhe and Qian Duoduo.

On the high platform, Yan Shaozhe looked at Qian Duoduo in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face.

"You guy didn't stay in the Soul Guide Department, why did you come here?"

"What, can't I come to see my son play?"

Qian Duoduo pursed his lips and pretended to be careless.

He also had another purpose here, and that was to select some talented disciples for the soul guide department.

As the vice president of the soul guidance department, he was forced by the pressure of his wife, and he always ran here to ask for people cheekily.

"Okay, okay, I don't know your purpose yet?"

"Okay, without further talking to you, it's time for me to go down and preside over the lottery and encourage my children."

Yan Shaozhe smiled, patted Qian Duoduo's shoulder, got up and walked off the high platform.

He was like a mirror in his heart, and as soon as Qian Duoduo came, he knew what the other party was here for.

However, if he wanted to poach the genius students of the martial soul department, he would never agree.

Even a double cultivation night is enough to say that Shaozhe's flesh hurts.

This is still for the sake of Mu Lao's face, and Yechen is Xian Lin'er's adopted son, otherwise he would not let him go.

"Cut, isn't it just going down and pretending to win people's hearts, and what you say is so high-sounding!"

Qian Duoduo sneered, a little disapproving.

After all, after getting along for so many years, they really know each other too well.

Du Weilun, the teaching director on the side, didn't dare to offend on either side, so he could only smile and follow quickly.

……

Inside the venue, four teams lined up and waited to draw their opponents for the semi-finals.

Today was the last time they drew lots, and they all looked at each other, trying to draw a relatively simple opponent.

Strangely, although he was the only one in Yechen's team, no one wanted to meet him.

Even Dai Huabin is the same.

This black-haired boy with different eyes is too mysterious for them.

After so many games, Yechen didn't even release the martial spirit.

Every time, just by relying on that incredibly powerful body, plus some unpredictable magical means, you can easily win.

Whenever those who observe him conclude his methods of opposing the enemy, they will soon be refreshed by his new methods.

It is not an exaggeration to say that there are endless ones.

In the team beside Yechen, Huo Yuhao's face became a little gloomy and pale, staring at a young man in the team on the far right.

He hadn't told Yechen about his family, so even if Yechen knew it in his heart, it was hard to say anything.

I could only pat him on the shoulder and give him an encouraging look.

If you want to say that the happiest person on the scene is Zhou Yi, the head teacher of the freshman class.

Two teams from her class entered the semi-finals, but she let out a vicious breath in front of Mu Hibiscus, the head teacher of the second class.

Because changes have begun to occur, Hibiscus is now not the head teacher of the ninth class, but the second class.

None of the teams in their class made it to the semi-finals, and all of them went home.

……

When Yan Shaozhe stepped off the high platform and came to the lottery venue, he heard a warm uproar.

"What's the matter, I haven't introduced myself yet, are they already aware of my identity, and they are so surprised?"

Yan Shaozhe said suspiciously, but he was still a little proud in his heart.

His real age is over ninety, and he is still so narcissistic.

But when he heard what the students were talking about, he suddenly became depressed again.

"Sure enough, it's so handsome, those eyes seem to have gravity, sucking my soul away."

"Ahhh Look, look, he's looking at me! ”

"Nonsense, obviously looking at me, just like you pig, how could he notice you?"

……

Unconsciously, many girls have become, and even quarrels in some places because of Yechen's eyes.

Although it was a competition, he still wore a white robe, which floated gently behind him in the wind.

Yechen's eyebrows seem to reveal a "fairy spirit", the fantasy pupils can make people unconsciously immersed in it, which can be called perfect facial features with sharp edges and corners, giving people a dreamy feeling.

What a handsome boy!

Yan Shaozhe looked at this scene with black lines on his face, and he didn't know who they were talking about.

The muffled soul power blocked out those noisy sounds, forcibly squeezed out a soft smile, and walked over.

It seems that since Yechen grows up, no matter where he goes, he will naturally become the focus of the scene.

"The first class of freshmen, Yechen comes forward to draw lots!"

Yechen was the first to be called, and he glanced at Yan Shaozhe, slightly stunned.

'Why did Uncle Yan laugh so far-fetched, weird and scary. ’

There was only one person in his team, so he had to go over and draw lots.

Yechen was also a little apprehensive in his heart, if Huo Yuhao and their group were drawn, they would face a difficult choice.

If you release the water, it will look disrespectful to them, but if you don't release the water, their group results will only stop at the top four, and at most they will be third.

"You kid can, you stole all my limelight."

Next to the lottery box, Yan Shaozhe said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, giving Yechen a look full of meaning.

Yechen was a little confused by this sentence, but he thought of something in an instant, and grinned a smile full of meaning.

The two didn't say much, after all, there were many people here.

"Freshman class 1, signing, number one!"

Du Weilun took the slip in Yechen's hand and shouted loudly.

This draw means that Yechen will play against the team that has also been drawn on the No. 1 venue.

Don't think about it anymore, it's already been drawn anyway, and the final result will be handed over to Providence.

He didn't expect Yan Shaozhe to release water to him, and deliberately let Huo Yuhao and them draw the second number.

As the head of the first house, the most important thing is to ensure that it is as fair as possible, and even if he does that, no one will know.

But fortunately, in the end, luck was still on Yechen's side.

Huo Yuhao's group won the No. 2 draw, and the opponent was the Ning Tian team from the ninth class of freshmen.

And Yechen's opponent is Huo Yuhao's old enemy, Dai Huabin.

It seems that their brotherly rivalry is a good show, and Yechen can't see it.

Of course, that's what he thought.

Today, unlike in the past, the rings of history have not turned in the same direction.

At least until now, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong have not experimented with the martial soul fusion technique, and they don't know what will happen in the future.

If Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong, who don't have martial soul fusion skills, meet Dai Huabin and Zhu Lu, they may not be able to win.

And it just so happened that Yechen also wanted to ask for advice, this was a martial soul fusion technique that had become famous in the mainland 10,000 years ago-Netherworld White Tiger......