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Chapter 110: Fairness

Ten days later, the final of the Battle of the Hundred Streams arrived as scheduled.

On an open ground, many people lined up neatly, without the slightest disorder.

If you look closely, you can divide it into eight camps.

These eight camps also represent the eight universities.

The eight great powers have all sent people, and there is a throne in front of them.

There are eight thrones in total.

The silver-haired old man brought Ye Qingyun and the others here.

Ye Qingyun looked up and found that there was a huge war drum there.

"What is this?" he asked curiously.

"This competition is very simple, you are not competing with each other, but against them!" the old man pointed to the people around him.

These people are already from the eight universities, and they have been mixed in the academy for a year, and they are commonly known as old students.

"How is this possible!" When an obese-looking martial artist heard this, he shook his head directly and said, "This is not fair, they have all cultivated in the academy!"

"You can't compare!" When the old man heard this, he shook his head directly, his tone was a little indifferent, and he said bluntly: "Is there fairness in this world?"

"When you fight, the enemy has a high cultivation level and kills you, you think it's unfair, but what? Will the enemy voluntarily lower his cultivation and fight you?"

"Do you think it's fair that some people are born with the golden key and enjoy countless resources?"

"Some people have brains and go from being poor to being rich, while some people have no brains and are poor all their lives, do you think it's unfair?"

"Ridiculous!"

The old man was reasonable, and when he heard the warrior, he secretly lowered his head, and his face was unnatural.

Indeed, according to the old man's words, there is no fairness in this world!

"Do you see the stars on their sleeves?" Suddenly, the old man said, "There are five stars, five stars indicate that they are the strongest, and one star indicates that they are the weakest. Whoever has the highest score will be the champion of this battle of hundred streams, and the champion will receive the corresponding reward!"

"As for the specific reward, hehe, the old man can't reveal it now, but he can tell you that he will definitely not let you down! Of course, provided that you have the ability!"

The voice just fell.

I saw that eight long rainbows suddenly shot out in the void, and with an astonishing aura, they came quickly.

Every breath can crush the space, so terrifying.

Eight long rainbows streaked across the sky.

In the next moment, the eight figures fell on the eight thrones.

These people are the high-level people of the eight universities, and they are here to see what people deserve their attention and attention.

"That's it!"

"Let's go in!" the old man took a step and leaped slightly.

Ye Qingyun and the others followed, and soon, they fell to the ground.

"When the drums of war sound, you can go, whoever goes first will be the first to fight!"

After the old man said this, he ran towards a place.

He came to a middle-aged man with silver hair.

The middle-aged man looked at the old man and said, "Are there any good seedlings this time?"

"Yes!" the old man nodded, and then said slowly in a voice transmission, "That's him." ”

"Oh?"

"His cultivation doesn't seem to have reached the human palace realm, right?"

The middle-aged man flickered for a moment, then his face was a little solemn, and he muttered, "Interesting!"

Being able to enter the top ten of the Battle of the Hundred Streams with the ninefold cultivation of the Holy Soul Realm is definitely not luck, but strength.

The people present also discovered Ye Qingyun and Lan's cultivation, and whispers couldn't help but sound below.

"This guy has cultivated so much that he hasn't even reached the human palace realm?"

"Yes, this kid's cultivation is so poor, he can actually enter the top ten, shouldn't it be bad luck?"

People point fingers.

For the contempt and underestimation of these people, Ye Qingyun showed a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

The more these guys are like this, the better his chances of winning.

"Who's going to be the first one?"

The deep sound echoed throughout the sky.

"I'll come!" the warrior from the west slowly stood up, and with a wave of his robe in his right hand, the whole person rushed upwards like a sharp sword.

In less than a moment, they were in front of the war drums.

He clenched his fist in his right hand, and a powerful aura bloomed from them, extremely fierce.

Rumble!

A punch slammed out, like a viper, into the drumming.

Suddenly, the war drums sounded.

Knock! Knock!

Three drums sounded in a row, and immediately after, a huge formation was formed over there.

The people around them instantly felt an extraordinary gravity.

Triple force!

In other words, the two need to fight under triple force!

"Who is coming?" The young man chuckled, looked at the people below, with a casual expression, and said slowly: "I am a disciple from the Muwang Academy, and I won the seventh place in the last Battle of the Hundred Streams!"

"As an old student, I have the obligation to teach you and train you!"

"Who wants to fight me?"

The voice fell, and at this moment, a young man walked out of Ye Qingyun's group.

The young man had a scar on his face, which looked shocking.

Ye Qingyun knows this person, this guy's strength is good among these ten people, and the blood soul is a hurricane, which is extremely powerful.

The young man took a step forward and came to the front in an instant, and at this time, he also felt a force of gravity hit like a tide.

This pressure made his face change slightly.

In fact, in this formation, the youth seems to suffer greatly.

"Kneel down and salute me!" the old student nodded, looking at the young man with great pride.

"What is this?" the young man was stunned when he heard this.

"Because I'm your senior brother! I'll kneel down and bow when you want to, you understand? Otherwise, you won't feel too good when you make a move!"

The young man looked at the new student in front of him, still looking extremely proud, put his hands on his waist, and continued: "By the way, I can tell you the rules!"

"If you can take ten rounds in my hands, you win!"

When the freshman heard this, his brows furrowed, and then he nodded with a backbone: "Thank you, senior brother, but I choose not to kneel!"

"Do you say it again?" When the young man heard this, as if he had heard something sarcastic, his eyes narrowed on the spot, and bursts of cold light shot out, and at the same time, a rolling killing intent erupted from his body, like a tide.

I said...... Don't kneel!" said the freshman, though he was afraid.

The people below couldn't help but shake their heads and said, "It's an idiot again!"

When Ye Qingyun heard this, his brows were also furrowed.