The play-off of the freshman qualifying tournament was postponed by the Academy of Martial Arts to March 1, 4896 in the Shenzhou calendar.

This decision of the college made all the new students feel incredible, because there is still up to half a year before the play-off arranged by the college.

No one knows why the hospital made this decision, and no one has any questions about it.

Because the person who arranged the extra match to half a year later was the dean of the Martial God Academy and the tyrant of one of the four emperors of the Shenzhou Continent.

As a result, there are an unprecedented eleven of the top ten freshmen in this year's freshmen.

They are-

Strange fist, Wu Xiaoman.

Instant knife, Yin Yu.

Trickster Gunman, Violet Leviathan.

Son of Heaven, Ouyang Xiaoming.

Loose cultivation, Su Yu.

Kill, kill.

Rogue, Wind Bird Courtyard Flower Arrangement.

People are slaughtered, and they are white.

Ice Bow, Leng Qingxuan.

Absolute shadow, Ji Xuan dance.

Little Martial God, Chu Maniac.

Among the eleven people, eight freshmen were from the Tianjiao List, and each of them had the title bestowed by the Tianya Mingyue Pavilion. As for the titles of Wu Xiaoman, Su Yu, and Wind Bird Academy's ikebana, it was the result of thousands of students voting on the official forum of the Martial God Academy.

Wu Xiaoman is called "Strange Fist" because this lively and cute girl likes to attack enemies with her fists, and her awakening is very strange, and each punch will come with different natural elements, which is unpredictable.

The Wind Bird Courtyard Flower Road is called "Drifter" because this person was not born in the Shenzhou Continent, but from the Wind and Snow Continent, which is a cold area all year round, according to the Wind Bird Courtyard Flower Road himself, he wandered from the Wind and Snow Continent to the Shenzhou Continent.

Su Yu is called "loose cultivation" because Su Yu's weapons not only have swords, but also two fighting guns, and this unconventional way of fighting has given him this title that sounds very interesting.

It is worth mentioning that at the instigation of Ouyang Xiaoming, many students voted for Su Yu's other title, and in the end, "Loose Cultivation" defeated the title proposed by Ouyang Xiaoming by a narrow margin of five votes.

The title proposed by Ouyang Xiaoming is called ...... Forcing the king.

Full name, the king of pretending!

After Su Yu learned about this, he angrily beat Ouyang Xiaoming.

You bastard, isn't this forcing me to rhythm?!

Although "forcing the king" did not become Su Yu's title in the end, many freshmen called Su Yu in private, no way, after all, in the eyes of most people, Su Yu has become synonymous with "pretending to be forced".

Su Yu was very helpless about this, so he could only silently accept this second title.

In fact, Su Yu actually felt a little complacent about the title of "forcing the king".

People, if you don't pretend to be forced to live, what's the difference between it and a salted fish?

After the freshman qualifying competition, the first-year students returned to their daily campus life.

The campus life of the Martial God Academy was not as interesting as expected, because in addition to cultivating, the students were cultivating, which was the only purpose for which they came here. Only a talented person like Ouyang Xiaoming would nest in the dormitory all day playing games.

Time is always passing quietly, and in the blink of an eye, the first semester of the first-year freshmen is coming to an end......

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February 24, 4896 in the Shenzhou calendar, Wushen Academy.

In the 1314 dormitory, Ouyang Xiaoming was lying on the sofa, picked up a grape on the table and put it in his mouth, and said with a comfortable face: "Tut-tut, it's so comfortable, this is life!"

"You haven't been out for a few days?" Ji Xuanwu walked out of the bedroom and looked at Ouyang Xiaoming and said.

"Hmm...... I don't remember exactly, but it was about five days. Ouyang Xiaoming replied nonchalantly.

Ji Xuanwu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I really envy you, obviously you don't cultivate much, but your fighting level has improved so quickly." ”

As he spoke, Ji Xuanwu pointed the bucket-level measuring gauge on his wrist at Ouyang Xiaoming.

A value appears on the bucket level gauge.

Bucket level, 34789!

Within half a year after the end of the freshman qualifying competition, Ouyang Xiaoming increased his level by 28,492 points!

This kind of cultivation speed is simply incredible!

"It's more than 400 points higher than me. ”

The corners of Ji Xuanwu's mouth twitched slightly, and he muttered: "I've been soaking in the Tower of Time for half a year, and I still can't catch up with you, it's really more human, it's infuriating." ”

Ji Xuanwu's bucket level is 34327, which is already very amazing, even among all first-year freshmen, it is also among the best.

However, compared with Ouyang Xiaoming, who is lazy and lazy, there is still a certain gap.

This is a big blow to Ji Xuanwu, who has been practicing diligently.

Fortunately, he was used to this kind of blow, who let him live with this guy who had "unparalleled cultivation talent in the world".

"Xiao Ming, don't forget that tomorrow is the day when Su Yu vs. Chu Madman. ”

After leaving this sentence, Ji Xuanwu left the dormitory.

"Tomorrow?"

Ouyang Xiaoming was stunned, subconsciously straightened up half of his body, and muttered, "I thought there were still a few months, did time pass so quickly?"

"By the way, I don't think I saw light rain in a few days. ”

"Where did this kid go?"

Tower of Tempering, fifth floor, Thunder and Lightning Realm.

The Thunder and Lightning Realm was a huge white space, with dark clouds rolling overhead, and countless thunderbolts intertwined, constantly falling to the ground, like a god standing in the clouds wielding a sharp sword.

A red-haired teenager sat cross-legged on the ground, his hands on his knees, eyes closed.

Boom——!

A thick thunderbolt fell from the sky, like an angry python, bombarding the red-haired boy's back, and the terrifying force caused the red-haired boy's body to shake violently, and the clothes on his back exploded, bursting out a puddle of blood.

A wisp of green smoke rose, and the young man's back was charred and black, and his flesh was blurred.

However, the young man's face did not change in the slightest, as if it was not thunder and lightning that bombarded him, but a drop of rain.

The thunder and lightning continued to fall, and the boy was bathed in the bright thunder, looking sacred and solemn.

After a long time, the dark clouds above receded without a trace, and the young man, covered in blood, opened his eyes and stood up expressionlessly.

The boy is Zhu Ge!

"Bucket level, 35917?"

Glancing at the bucket-level measuring table on his wrist, Zhu Ge raised his head and said, "Go on!"

Thundered!

The dark clouds condensed again, and the thunder was terrifying.

This book is written for book friends who have been supporting me, and it may be slow to write, but I will definitely try to finish it. A new chapter of the book will be updated today.

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