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"Okay—"

"Okay—"

"Give him a little bit of a look—"

Raven Tiger cheered endlessly. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

The person who files also has friends, but a leader like Raven Tiger? Naturally, they have their own acquaintances, and even people who share weal and woe with their interests.

They don't care what the overall situation is, they only have Raven Tiger in their eyes. So at the first moment of Ravenhu's move, the shouting and cheering was already loud.

"Please-" Li Yixiao's long sword was unsheathed, placed in the middle of his chest, and gave a sword salute to Kong Chi. The eyes are sharp and bright as candles. The etiquette on the face is not lost, and the heart is full of belief in victory!

"Come on!" Kong Chi naturally would not fall into the position of his senior brother, although this identity is so worthless and irrelevant in the eyes of some people.

Nearly eighteen years old, Kong Chi's mind has gradually matured, from Li Yixiao to Li Bingyan to Jiang Yuke, he has already noticed that there is a trace of wrongness. But the six-year career as a beginner disciple has smoothed out his edges and corners, and the root is very different from Lei Wenhu, who was directly stabbed in the ass and completely thundered, Kong Chi is still an old god now, calm as water.

Years of experience have made him understand that in the face of opponents of the same level, it is not advisable and dangerous to attack and advance like Raven Tiger as soon as he comes up.

"A momentary victory, not a final victory! Senior Brother Lei was too reckless. Yin Qiuyue snorted angrily. Lei Wenhu on the field is still on the offensive again and again, but in her eyes, he has already lost most of the game.

"The kid is arrogant—"

No matter how Yin Qiuyue sprays Lei Wenhu, there is a fact that everyone can't avoid - Jiang Yuke's provocation! If he is asked to shout "Who dares to fight with me" again, the succession of middle class and kindergarten class will really be lost home!

Yang Hao will never appear on stage, because he can't beat Jiang Yuke. This person has a mediocre personality, but also biased towards reason, is not reckless, does not take the lead, and will never do things that he knows will not be invincible.

Ge Gang and Wang Zhenjie have the strength to suppress Jiang Yuke's arrogance, but these two are obviously shrinking turtles now.

The thirty-one disciples of the Taipan, in addition to the top three, the remaining good players are already of the same grade as Yang Hao and Mu Xuehua. Affected by Ge Gang and Wang Zhenjie's sudden 'retreat', everyone looked at each other for a while, and they didn't dare to enter the field.

Mu Xuehua has a manly spirit in his heart, even if Yin Qiuyue's strength is not inferior to her, he will not let a woman be at the forefront. All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and he jumped into the field with his sword in his mind.

"Alas......" Zhu Biao sighed. The last thing he wants to see is this scene, Mu Xuehua is not Jiang Yuke's opponent at all, and he can only lose in vain.

All the remaining beginner disciples, King Ge is not out, anyone who goes up is a 'defeat' word, and the chance of success behind Li Yixiao and others today is extremely high.

Mu Xuehua is friends with himself, and Zhu Biao doesn't want to see Mu Xuehua lose a game senselessly. Not only is it calculated, but it also has to be a step for others.

You must know that as a 'second generation of chivalry', Jiang Yuke not only has a deep background, but also ranks second in the small class in terms of strength, which is one point more than Li Bingyan, and his talent is only inferior to Li Yixiao among the forty disciples in the small class.

If it weren't for their background, he and Li Yixiao would have been accepted by the upper echelons of the Sword Sect.

Li Bingyan is a real commoner, and his talent is quite good, but just by looking at him being thrown into a small class, people understand that there is still a gap between his talent and that of a real genius.

But even so, Li Bingyan is also a well-deserved leader in the small class, sitting in the third place, and this first inner door selection competition will definitely stand out.

This part of the strongmen has faded, the small class has become the middle class, and the second-class talents can pursue the status of today's Lei Wenhu, Yang Hao and others. There is a two-year gap between them, and their future achievements will widen as they get older. When it comes to the middle class and the large class, the repetition is repetition and repetition......

Therefore, Kong Chi's status as a senior brother is really not very weighty. There are even many times when the senior brother can't suppress Xiaoban with force, or if he is unlucky, he directly bumps into Xiaoban and has a character who goes against the sky, which is even more tragic.

"Wow-" the sword murmured. The three-foot edge in Mu Xuehua's hand was like a peacock in the screen, and the Dao essence swam around, quickly enveloping the opponent. Like Lei Wenhu, Mu Xuehua also went all out to attack as soon as he started. But the difference between the two is that the latter is angry because he was angry and angry; The former is forced to die and then be born.

Li Bingyan and Lei Wenhu are chess opponents and will meet good talents, and Mu Xuehua is two years older than Jiang Yuke in terms of age, but in terms of strength, it is the opposite. So as soon as he came up, he attacked wildly, leaving no trace of backhand.

Jiang Yuke was startled at first, he didn't want Mu Xuehua to fight hard as soon as he came up, but his mind fell silent instead. The breath is not in a hurry, the body does not move, and the sword body is like a spiritual snake. It seems to be a sword, but it twists and turns, like five or six swords connected and issued. Dao Dao sword light collided with Mu Xuehua's sword momentum, and after a burst of torrential gold and iron resonance, Mu Xuehua's sharp sword suddenly stopped two feet in front of Jiang Yuke.

"Okay-" Several small class disciples cheered for Jiang Yuke loudly.

Mu Xuehua didn't listen to him at all, he was originally playing with a 'defeat' heart. Jiang Yuke's strength is obviously higher than him, if he breaks through the portal with just one onslaught, it will be called hell.

"Ha-" One sword is enough, and another sword is. There was no frustration in his eyes, Mu Xuehua continued to attack, and the sword light swooped down on the body in the second degree.

This sword is more urgent and stronger than just now! Even the cheers of the disciples in the small class were dark.

"Good sword!" Jiang Yuke praised in his mouth, people are not recruited, and when the sword light came, he turned out in one step, and he got rid of the sword momentum very easily. Then the heavy sword light stacked up from his hand, and directly killed Mu Xuehua to the side.

Avoiding the enemy's edge and attacking its side and back - the most typical style of play of the Jiuqu Sword School.

In the Northern Han Dynasty martial arts, this kind of fight was almost engraved with the name of the Jiuqu Sword School.

The three competitions gradually entered the **, and the noise in the school field became louder and louder.

A hot gaze shot out of Zhu Biao's eyes, and the word 'longing' was written all over his face.

Envy!? Perhaps, I will definitely have a bright future, but now, I am really a little envious of the powerful force.

Of the six people on the field, Mu Xuehua is the worst among them, but he also has 44 force points. Thinking of the 40 points he only had, Zhu Biao clenched his fists tightly.

Work hard, work hard, and I will definitely succeed.

"I have risen by two points in six days, and there is no reason why I can't raise by four points in a month-" The shouts filled Zhu Biao's heart, and the high-pitched passion scalded his nerves, and he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

Slowing down his nerves in the middle of the sound, Zhu Biao found that the situation of Mu Xuehua on the field was already precarious, and he turned from offense to defense.

In just twenty or thirty moves, offense and defense are easy to turn.

A wisp of anxiety rose from his heart, he didn't want to see Mu Xuehua defeated.

"Hey, by the way, I can still ...... like this" Zhu Biao's mind flashed in the dark.

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