Seeing blood in the first scene is not a good sign.

In general, the previous battles of cultivators were more measured, and there were few such cases, but in the national examination, especially in the time-limited battles, no matter how cultivated the cultivator was, he would lose his or her spare time.

In particular, none of the cultivators who can stay until the third stage are of the good type, and those who are not strong-minded will not be able to stay at this time.

No one in the here and now will back down, and they are desperate to fight in a short duel.

"Is the candidate who lost okay?" Fang Bonian asked with some concern.

When I signed up for the national martial arts test, I signed a life and death contract, but it was not good to really make trouble.

"It's nothing," Mu Xin said lightly, "Cultivators don't die so easily. ”

This is to tell the truth, candidates who are injured in the battle will be sent to the Ziyang Academy, where there are special doctors to treat them.

The military attaché watching the battle from the side generally does not intervene in the battle, and will only strike when one side shouts out to admit defeat and the other side wants to make a deadly move.

If both sides don't admit defeat, even if someone makes a dead hand, they will generally not make a move.

Of course, this situation is still relatively rare.

After all, no matter how important fame is, it will not be more important than life.

No matter how tragic the scene was, the process of the martial arts test continued continuously.

The first round of battles went on very quickly, everyone went all out on stage, and there was no time to pay attention to anything else, and such a lottery battle sometimes competed not only in strength, but also in luck.

In the tenth round of the battle, when the local No. 19 candidate came out, there was a commotion in the crowd.

This is a very young boy, different from the candidates who were all nervous when they were called before, this candidate was dressed in an ink-colored robe, his eyebrows and eyes were like frost, and his expression was extremely indifferent and proud.

That's of course.

Because he is a student of Taiping Mountain House.

Zhu Luan knew this person, and he was a student of Taiping Mountain House whose status was second only to Nianhuazang, and his name was Wei Yuan.

That is, the second seat of the Taiping Mountain House.

In the first round, only the county test case leader had a bye. But the first thing about the case is the right time, place and people, and the top three often have a big difference in strength.

So when you meet this kind of person in the first round, you can say that you are unlucky.

Even if his strength is not weak, he has lost the opportunity to enter the second round and participate in the examination.

In an instant, the atmosphere became even more tense, and there was a commotion in the crowd, and few cultivators dared to look directly into the young man's proud gaze.

Many people are wondering who the hapless No. 20 student is.

However, everyone's speculation was slapped in the face too quickly.

With the examiner's shout, a candidate who had been standing in the depths of the crowd walked out.

After seeing who that person was, Wei Yuan's proud face turned pale.

The onlookers gasped.

The position suddenly reversed, and everyone's sympathetic eyes were all cast on Wei Yuan.

Not for anything else, but for this person to be one of the last opponents that all candidates want to meet today.

Because this is Ziyang Academy.

And this person is the chief of Ziyang Academy.

Li Wenyao.

The man's expression was calm in the daylight, holding an extremely ordinary horizontal knife in his hand, full of temperament...... It is called gentle and elegant among ordinary people, but it is called a practitioner with an extremely distinct personality, and it is called a sense of non-existence.

Yes, it just doesn't exist.

Zhu Luan was a little surprised when he saw Li Wenyao.

Because she didn't have much impression of him in the first two games, it was only now that she suddenly remembered that this person was also participating in the township test this year.

However, when he saw another teenager beside him, Zhu Luan suddenly understood what was going on.

If it was in normal times, no matter how low-key the current chief of Ziyang Academy was, no one would be able to ignore his presence, but this year was different.

Because Duan Lizheng is here.

Not because of anything else, just because he is Duan Lizheng.

Li Wenyao himself acted in a low-key manner, and Duan Lizheng's aura was too strong, so the current chief's brilliance was more or less overshadowed by the former chief.

But when he walked out of the crowd with a long horizontal knife and walked in front of everyone, no one could ignore his presence.

Li Wenyao held the knife, the expression on his face did not change, and it was naturally like he was in his own home.

Only then did everyone remember that this was actually the home of the students of Ziyang Academy.

Li Wenyao saluted Wei Yuan and the examiner, in such a tense atmosphere, he didn't seem to see the arrogant look of the opponent in front of him, and he still had a gentle smile on his face, like a brother next door.

When he and Mu Kezhi were together, some people often misunderstood their identities, thinking that Mu Kezhi was the chief martial and he was the chief Wen.

The opposite is true.

Zhu Luan looked at Li Wenyao who was on the high platform, the young man stood quietly against the light, his face was like a crown of jade, warm and flawless.

He is so literate, not like a martial artist but like a Confucian student.

If you don't have the horizontal knife at your waist.

It was the first time Zhu Luan saw Li Wenyao holding a knife.

Judging from the scabbard, the knife is about three feet long, three inches wide, straight and long like a sword, only the tip of the knife is obliquely sharpened, this is a horizontal knife, also called a Tang knife.

It is a weapon that is more commonly used by the children of the family and the royal family of Shendu in addition to the sword.

However, Li Wenyao's one seems to be extraordinarily long.

The bell rang, and everyone held their breath and stared intently at the stage.

This matchup is expected to be exciting.

Although Li Wenyao's strength as the chief of Ziyang Academy is definitely strong, this person is too low-key and rarely works with others, and the internal affairs of Ziyang Academy have never been spread to the outside world.

Except for the county exam that year, few people have seen him do it.

Although the shocking battle between Li Wenyao and Nian Huazang ended with Li Wenyao's defeat, many versions circulating in the market always keep Li Wenyao's description secretive for some reason.

It casts a shadow of mystery over him.

Just as everyone waited for the mystery to be revealed.

Time passes little by little.

Nothing happened.

"Huh? What's going on? The surrounding students talked and looked at the two people who were facing each other and kept a distance of ten zhang and remained motionless.

Li Wenyao stood straight with the handle of the knife in his hand, looking at Wei Yuan opposite and motionless.

The breeze was blowing, and the young man's clothes were fluttering.

It's really like a scholar.

And Wei Yuan, who was standing on the opposite side, also froze in place for some reason.

Zhu Luan narrowed his eyes and saw that the originally invincible young man was staring at the person in front of him, and sweat was oozing from his forehead.

Zhu Luan looked at Li Wenyao, who was standing still in front of him, and for some reason suddenly remembered a rumor about his fighting style.

She glanced at Nian Huazang and saw that his face was very ugly.

It's like Wei Yuan.

He knew he couldn't strike first anyway, but the time for the first round was limited.

The incense burned to the last inch, and I really couldn't wait any longer.

Wei Yuan moved.

He pulled out his long sword with a snort, and the cold light flashed, stabbing at Li Wenyao with lightning speed.

Li Wenyao maintained his previous posture and did not move.

Zhu Luan narrowed his eyes.

In the flash of light, Wei Yuan's sword touched Li Wenyao's throat.

It's unimaginable to go smoothly.

The next moment, however, no one saw what was happening.

A moment as fast as the wind flashing.

Even the screams were behind that moment.

Wei Yuan's sword broke in two and fell to the ground.

It was not Li Wenyao who was killed, but Wei Yuan.

And Li Wenyao's hand, holding the handle of the knife, seemed to have never been drawn out of the sheath.

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