Early the next morning.

Mo Ran rubbed his eyes in a daze, stood in front of the mirror to wash up, and walked out of the room.

"Dye'er, awake?" Jun Chenyuan was feeding the fish in the yard, and the morning light shone on him, erasing his usual fierceness and making him a little more kind.

Just looking at it like this, Mo Ran always felt that they had a sense of déjà vu of an old husband and wife, even though they hadn't been together for long.

"Well, wake up, what about the teacher?" Mo Ran walked to Jun Chenyuan's side and let Jun Chenyuan's big palm arrange her hair.

"She's waiting for you inside, go ahead." Jun Chenyuan looked at the back of the ink dye, and a trace of solemnity crossed his eyes.

That's right, last night he went to investigate the man in black, but found nothing, Jun Chenyuan felt very strange, this matter seems not simple.

Squeak –

Mo Ran pushed open the door and came to Xuanxi.

"Girl, let me tell you about the competition system." Xuan Xi said lightly.

Ink Dye nodded.

"As every year, the Freshman Challenge is open to all freshmen, but there are also some former seniors who will join.

The competition is divided into the preliminary round, the promotion round and the final, each game is matched by numbers, one-on-one competition, the last six people left in the promotion round will play the final, in a melee way, the last person who wins is the champion, the freshman challenge lasts for three days. ”

Xuanxi paused and continued.

"Most of the students who participated in the previous session this time are not as good as you, especially pay attention to Mo Wanrou, who is now a seventh-level magician."

"What? Teacher, Mo Wanrou is a seventh-level magician? Mo Dye frowned tightly.

"What's wrong?" Xuanxi looked at Mo Dye suspiciously.

"Mo Wanrou is my second sister, I came to trouble me when I first arrived at the academy before, I abolished her dantian, it is impossible for her to cultivate again, let alone advance to the seventh level." Ink pursed her lips and thought.

Xuanxi also seemed to understand the importance of the matter: "The abolition of the dantian is undoubtedly a waste, so her signing up shows that she has this strength, girl, there must be a problem in this." ”

"Understood, teacher."

"If you are gentle with the ink, you must be more cautious."

"Okay."

Ink dye went to Bishui Courtyard to call Yu Yan Hao, Yu Yan Hao had two eye-catching dark circles on his face, which made Mo Dye extremely funny, Yu Yan Hao's expression was as usual, but it made Mo Dye feel at ease.

The group walked towards the academy's martial arts arena.

The wide arena was large enough to accommodate the students of the entire academy, and it was already full of people at the moment.

In the center of the arena are ten dueling platforms, which are not crowded because of the space stones, and the students in the stands can see the battle situation on the dueling platform from all sides.

Mo Dye and his party walked straight to the waiting platform for the freshmen and quietly looked ahead.

"The Freshman Challenge is about to begin, welcome everyone." An old man dressed in white with immortal wind bones said lightly, and a powerful aura lingered around.

"That's the Dean!"

"What? Is it the dean? ”

"It's really the dean!"

A lively discussion erupted in the "......" freshman group.

The 47th Dean of Lanze Academy, Cangqiong, guards Lanze Academy with a strong strength, and no one knows its true strength.

Over the past few hundred years, he has cultivated countless outstanding talents.

Ink dye's gaze is getting deeper and deeper, dean...

"I think you all know the format, so without further ado, the Freshman Challenge begins! Participating students are invited to come and receive the number plate to start the preliminary round. ”

Jun Chenyuan shook his ink-stained hand, his eyes full of encouragement.

"Chen Yuan, don't worry." Mo Ran smiled and turned his head to look at Xuanxi.

"Teacher, I'm going."

"Okay, be careful." Xuanxi nodded.

"Yan Hao, let's go." The ink dyed the words fell, and he walked forward side by side with Yu Yanhao.

Above the dueling table floats a screen that records the numbers of the participants and the order of the dueling tables, so that you can see them at a glance.

Ink Dye reached into the number box, grabbed a piece of origami paper, and took it out.

Number 67.

The corners of her mouth were hooked, and she looked at Yu Yanhao, who raised the number 32 origami in her hand and smiled.

Yu Yan Hao was one of the first to play, and he smiled at Mo Ran and walked towards the dueling platform.

Mo Ran sat in the stands and looked at Yu Yanhao lightly.

Mo Dye felt that the palm of his hand was suddenly pinched lightly, and when he turned around, he saw the slightly dissatisfied look of his man.

"Am I not good-looking? Staring at other men for so long. Jun Chenyuan's deep purple eyes shone with a seductive light.

"Chen Yuan, you are the best-looking, you are the most handsome in my heart." Mo Ran was amused in his heart, and hurriedly coaxed this seemingly shrewd but stingy Jun Chenyuan.

Jun Chenyuan retracted his gaze with satisfaction and took the ink-dyed hand.

Mo Ran's gaze looked at Yu Yan Hao, Yu Yan Hao's opponent was a little girl with a blue double ponytail, with third-level strength.

Mo Ran knew in his heart and was no longer worried.

The competition on the dueling table was going on, and the brilliant magic elements streaked one after another colorful lights on the stage.

Occasionally, the old students of the summoning hall released demonic beasts of different forms, which caused waves of exclamations, after all, summoners are very rare.

Mo Dye clearly felt a sharp gaze from just now, with forbearance and ruthlessness.

Mo Ran glanced back, and unsurprisingly saw Mo Wanrou's slightly distorted face.

Mo Wanrou looked at Mo Ran with compassion, and there were words in her mouth.

Mo Ran retracted her gaze, and seriousness flashed in her eyes She naturally understood Mo Wanrou's mouth: "I'm waiting for you in the finals." ”

Mo Wanrou's aura around her body was strange, and a bloodthirsty red light crossed her eyes from time to time.

What caught the most attention of Mo Dye was her strength, which was by no means the seventh level on the surface, if Mo Dye guessed correctly, it should be level nine, the same level as her.

And the aura on Mo Wanrou's body is very similar to the breath of the man in black in the Wujiang swamp, which is really weird. Ink dyeing under the mind.

In the middle of his thoughts, Yu Yan Hao's side ended the battle with a scripture, and as expected, Yu Yan Hao won easily and entered the promotion round.

"Ink dye, it's your turn, don't lose." Yu Yanhao gasped slightly, and said to Mo Ran with a smile.

"I won't lose." Mo Ran smiled, shook Jun Chenyuan's hand, and walked towards the dueling platform.

At the beginning of the second round of preliminary rounds, Ink Dye stood on the duel table in the center, looking at his opponent.

Dressed in a green shirt, a slightly shy young man looked at the stars shining in the eyes of the ink dye: "Mo, ink dye, my name is Qing Xuan, that, I heard that you are very powerful, please give me more advice." ”

The boy scratched his head slightly in embarrassment, his face flushed.

"Okay." Mo Ran felt that the young man was shy, and the strength of the other party's fourth-level strength was still a talent.

"Let's go." The dean's voice sounded faintly.

"Drown the Storm!" The young man's eyes were fierce in vain, and a powerful water storm swept towards the ink dye.

The young man's body and Fang Cai were like two people, and the ink-dyed expression instantly became serious.

Who would have thought that the storm would be cut in half in vain when it encountered the ink stain, and turned into a wave of water.

"Frozen." The boy hooked the corners of his mouth, and the waves of water instantly swept through the body of the ink dye, and in an instant, the ink dye was frozen into an ice sculpture.

"Ink dye!" Yu Yanhao looked at the frozen ink stain in the center of the arena, and turned around to rush towards the dueling platform.

"Stop!" Jun Chenyuan drank coldly.

"You... Ink dyeing is dangerous, aren't you a man with ink dyeing? Why don't you go and save her? Save her! Yu Yanhao yelled at Jun Chenyuan.

"Shut up, don't you still believe in ink dyeing?" Jun Chenyuan said coldly, even so, Jun Chenyuan clenched his fists, and his white knuckles revealed his master's mood.

Jun Chenyuan believed in ink dyeing, but he was still worried, because the person standing in the center of the field was his beloved.

Xuanxi watched from the side, looking at Jun Chenyuan with deep eyes, this kid is really not simple.

"I ......" Yu Yanhao calmed down instantly, yes, Mo Ran's strength can fully cope with this situation, what is he worried about.

Yu Yanhao looked at Jun Chenyuan's purple eyes staring at Mo Ran, and seemed to understand the reason why Mo Ran chose Jun Chenyuan.

Jun Chenyuan can unconditionally believe in ink dye, which can give her enough security, at any time, Jun Chenyuan can believe in ink dye's ability, and believe that ink dye is not a person who needs to hide behind a man.

Qing Xuan on the dueling table curled the corners of his lips, as if victory was within reach.

Click-

Qing Xuan's eyes widened in vain, and a slight crack appeared on the ice sculpture, and the falling broken ice turned into blue elemental power and disappeared into the air.

The ice sculpture gradually shattered, and the ink stain was wrapped in crimson flames.

Mo Ran opened his bright black eyes, and a burst of blazing flames quickly rushed towards Qing Xuan.

Qing Xuan was in a trance and was thrown off the dueling platform by the flames.

The ink-dyed red flames around her body stood proudly, and her bright black eyes shone brightly, like a goddess reborn from the fire.

The spectators in the stands seemed to be stunned, and everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on the fiery red figure in the center of the field.

The peerless face reflected by the firelight, the proud temperament and the starry eyes that did not show a trace of panic, everyone was attracted to the eyes, as if the heavens and the earth were eclipsed.

Qing Xuan stood under the stage, quietly looking at the dazzling figure of ink dyeing on the stage.

"Qingxuan is willing to bow down, thank you for your advice."

Qing Xuan looked at Mo Dye seriously, Mo Dye nodded, collected the flames around him, and flew off the stage.

The people in the audience still followed the ink dye closely.

Jun Chenyuan looked at the figure of Mo Dye gradually walking in, and wrapped his big hand around Mo Dye's small hand: "Dye'er, congratulations on being promoted." ”

Jun Chenyuan looked at the gazes of some males in the stands, and wanted to hide the ink dye, so that the world would not see a trace of the beauty of the ink dye.

But he knew that he couldn't stop the ink-dyed light, and he couldn't stop her from growing.

"Thank you, Chenyuan." Ink Ran responded with a smile.

"You scared me to death with ink dyeing, but I'm glad you're okay." Yu Yanhao walked over with a worried tone.

"Don't worry, I'm strong." Ink dye winked mischievously.

"Congratulations to Yu Yanhao and the girl for qualifying, tomorrow will be the promotion match, you can stay and watch the game or go back to rest." Xuanxi asked with a smile. "There's something else going on with the dean, I'll leave first."

"Goodbye, teacher."

"Goodbye, Elder."

"Dye'er, what do you think?" Jun Chenyuan looked at the ink-dyed black eyes.

"Stay, I want to see Mo Wanrou. What about Yan Hao? A hint of solemnity flashed in the ink-stained eyes.

"Mo Dye, I'll go back and rest first, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

"Chen Yuan, let me tell you, Mo Wanrou is ......"

"I know, she's your second sister." Jun Chenyuan interrupted what Mo Dye was about to explain to him.

"Why..."Mo Ran looked at Jun Chenyuan suspiciously.

"Madame's family affairs naturally need to be clear." Jun Chenyuan's smiling eyes looked at Mo Dye.

"What ma'am, hate." The ink-dyed ears are red and look very cute.

Mo Wanrou, who was not far away, watched Mo Ran flirting with the handsome god-like man beside her, and her body suddenly became gloomy.

"Mo Dye, why do you have to be in the spotlight, you will know immediately who is qualified to be the focus." Mo Wanrou gritted her teeth and said fiercely.

Mo Dye stood in the crowd, he could still feel the piercing gaze, and Mo Dye looked at Mo Wanrou's fierce expression, and his heart was mixed.

"No. 5 dueling platform, No. 105 Mo Wanrou vs. No. 174 Wu Jian."

Mo Wan's soft fresh and elegant aqua blue dress swayed gently with the master's movements, her elegant appearance was slightly powdered, and she walked slowly onto the dueling platform.

Mo Wanrou's opponent was a warrior of the same level, Mo Wanrou didn't take the other party in her eyes at all, and the contempt in her eyes flashed.

Mo Dye looked at the ink in the field, and his pale eyes seemed to have no color.